safety
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She doesn't love a him
a him who makes her smile
and says her eyes looks like honey
a him who understands her
through
and through
"social distancing"
No more dog walks at the park
Drive-thru or take-out
Grocery shopping
More time spent with family
Increased TV time
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive
Unless of course you are ready to die
In that case please don’t do it here
When children and innocent people are near
For not everyone is prepared for their death
Your fingers slowly push on my shoulder,
And lower back,
Quietly pulling me closer to you.
Until our hearts are pressed together,
Beating as one.
Scars
Still present
From when
My old self
Died
And I began
To hide
And stay away
Small scars
On my legs
From when
Writing
Couldn't keep
I'm riding in front of you. Hopefully you can SEE me.
In my rearview I see you holding your phone in front of your face.
I never thought I'd feel this way
After the things I've seen
I thought my heart hid itself away
What could this mean?
I don't shake like I used to
There isn't this fear anymore
My heart flowed to your hand
As easy and as seamlessly
As the quilts my grandma used to make.
I would turn toward the swampand wonder what crawledbeneath the skunk cabbage,and then belly under, survey.
What looms beyond the trees—a monster black.
I see his visage clear, and hear its moan.
I wait to feel the claws upon my back,
Then wrap around my neck intent to choke.
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,
I would soon have wifely duties
and keep my mouth shut.
How boring.
"Your poor boyfriend," they say
because I remind him, in the future,
the first picture taken of me sits in an altar by my bedside,
a reminder of everything I have been given from day one.
a baby, curls of onyx in my eyes,
nose-deep in a book.
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
Poetry kept her safe;
Poetry kept her sane.
When words pile up within her brain and
Threaten to explode,
She turned to ink and paper.
Poetry gave her comfort;
Poetry gave her an escape.
I write with the gentleness I want through others support,
I write with the reassurance I want when I feel I fall short.
Poetry can listen in ways people cannot,
It is a written way to organize a thought.
Please pay attention
Get off of the cell phone
Prevent disaster from happening
Always stay on the horn
Travels should be handled with care
Move forward cautiously
Manage your time wisely
I'm better with writting,
normally stumbling with words.
So what is it I have to say?
What is it that I've kept inside?
What are the words flooding my mind?
In your arms I am safe and warm
I think the day you told me
That the words ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’
Could be applied to my name
Is the day I was truly went crazy.
The day that poems started falling
The forest,
its filled with trees,
and bees,
they land on the flowers and the trees.
The forests,
its filled with animals,
and rivers,
they run through the trees.
The forest,
You said you had to find yourself Which was confusing to me Cause I see you so clearly Your crystalline eyes like marmalade in the sunlight Your hair like chestnuts Cascading down your spine under your snapback Brushing it out of your face w
Text me when you're home
Safely
Did you eat?
I can buy you something
Gave you all my love
All I could give
But what I couldn't do was
Forgive
The swaying of The
Willow Tree's
leaves is like the swaying
of a little
girl doing an elegant
dance
And as its long beautiful
hair grows
down to the ground I
Because I love you
I will put you over me,
You before me.
Because I love you
Respecting you will come before all,
No matter where we go.
Because I love you
Your dreams will be mine,
Today I finally felt was it was like to feel safe,
to have that comfort of a home.
I never knew what safety was.
15 different houses that I remember,
that were and are supposedly "homes."
An outbreak of an illness may cause several people harm to
those who surround the infected. The case
began with students on a campus who visited the informatory
at the same time, as these students suspected
Stop what you are doing and make believe this thought:
Pretend you are alone & safe on a Himalayan mountain
Meditate & somehow find yourself sitting there in a warm room.
At peace & willing -
While driving about
One must think twice
It really is not worth it
To hold a handheld device
Putting safety first
One must pay close attention
Always be cautious
In order to prevent a sullen situation
Of the many things wrong,
I find this one to have a grip on me, strong
We need reform
Let us perform
A societal change
Refute the strange
Faces facing forward,
Focus Fixated on the Flag.
God Bless America,
Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.
Hand over Heart,
Hand over Ears,
over Eyes,
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
What we do,
what we say,
how we think,
be aware,
and repeat.
Take the fruit from the low hanging tree,
easy to take,
easy to see,
thank you to the low hanging tree,
and repeat.
theres a beautiful silence hereas eyes droop and ears mufflesomething courses throughyour body, unexpectedbut gorgeous, warmed from the inside outclosing old wounds knitting together broken hearts
Night falls,
The screams began.
Thundering hooves
On the pavement
A high pitched yelp
It’s my own.
My long legs
Running from darkness.
Towards the white light.
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face.
No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise.
He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
Poetry is an expression and release
An outlet to the overflowing plugs of life-
a place that listens when the world denies your existence.
I write to be heard.
To be understood and for my opinions to be considered
Police…
Hope for quiet…
Someone calls in frightened…
Hoping the law will save the day…
Ten-four!
Mother…
Sends son for milk…
Halfway there silence breaks…
I had a math teacher
When I was in eighth grade
We' d hang out at his house
And play video games
I thought it was a little strange
I thought he was weird
But, he let us smoke weed
I know it isn't cold,
But perhaps my hands are.
Yes they are fingerless,
Which makes no sense to you.
But the cold is not the reason I wear them.
I wear the gloves for safety,
You see that girl
You see that mother down on her knees
Crying for help as she lays with that girl with her eye closed
But...you stand there..
Have you ever sat there,
In the ice rain to watch
The droplets crash into the barren ground?
The destruction of their perfect form,
Beautiful and sad.
Have you ever sat there
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation.
Safely to where? I don’t care.
Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears.
Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought.
In the rain to ease the pain.
People often wonder why I like to close my eyes.
How strange it is, to want to see without sight.
Or produce colour, where there is only darkness.
Sometimes, the world is too much. Too dull, or just all wrong.
Has my heart fallen into the pits of dispair
or have I still yet to learn the basic functionings of breathing
Must I vouch for love for the sake of others as I
My father was a terrorist.
He did not wear a turban,
nor did he worship Allah,
nor was his skin brown like the sun kissed sands of Arabia.
Slowly, we dance our waltz,
One two three, one two three, on and on,
But I’m on two when you’re on one,
And I know how this dance ends,
Slowly, the music builds,
In one hand I have safety
In the other rests my heart
Every time I try to unite them
Everything falls apart
Why can’t things be simple
Easy to figure out
I once was so sure of the love
Define 'happy'....
feel smiling so quickly your brightness radiates out, and blinds you.
But even blind you see 'happy' because the sound of your laughter,
in blacked-out eyes, paints the northern lights on your mind.
I demand change.
In these twisted, damaging days.
Where women are afraid to leave for work
for fear of merciless rape
Where people of color
cannot receive a fair wage
"I love you."
Those 3 words, 8 letters, precious moments, elevate me
When I hear those words, my heart begins to race
Frantically picking up its pace
Blood rushes ot my face as I lose my grace
Hang him from the nearest tree
A place like school is not for thee
2 adults were killed today
One student injured
Back in the day
The alarm is ringing and I've been woken,everything around me seems bleak and broken.
Do you really want to knowWhere in the world do we go?Close your eyes.
Can I ask you to hold me,To tell a great lie to me?Close your eyes.
There really isn't anything safe about the world we live.
We walk outside of our homes everyday and only God knows what will happen.
Because there aint nothin a prayer could do.
To write.
To build people word by word,
On a piece of paper,
Scribbled sentences that form from the mind,
To erase pain.
To call upon instances in which you have lived life.
To give others a chance.
I looked up and saw that dark shadow,
My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound.
The next few seconds went in a blur,
Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
Those men who watch me when I walk home. They haven’t always watched, but I don’t remember when. Out of their windows in their cars as they pass by. Someone’s always watching me.
run from the wind
the shore, the sea
from the traitors of men
and the locks and the keys.
sprint from the castles
the horses, the knights
from the crown on the head
and the storm within sight.
Delicate is that fancy cell phone held,
that sharp bottle sits, that youthful face drives.
A young girl plays in the warm sunlight.
Tag, you're it.
Running, Laughing, Living.
Hours pass.
Like all children, the girl in the lavender dress is restless.
Dusk.
I’ve seen many young die
And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs
Buried underneath my diploma and school planners
The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
I’ve seen many young die
And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs
Buried underneath my diploma and school planners
The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
Do not worry now my dear soldier,
my hand shall always rest upon
your broad wide shoulder.
If fear courses through your brave viens
know that you will be safe.
I thought I had it all figured out
I thought I knew
how to stop the walls
from falling in again.
But they fell
and I'm begging of you please
to come save me again.
A joker isn’t always funny,
A house isn’t always a home,
A father isn’t always a dad,
A bad person isn’t always an enemy.
But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering.
And by now it is Thursday,
Small Ones
Alarm clocks hum in melodic increments Within the uniform raised ranchesWith the three car garagesThe golden retrieversAnd slightly wind-battered fences
It is an escape from reality,
reality that is at times hard to bear,
when nothing feels right,
and my heart aches to fit in,
but yearns for privacy,
that is when I sneak,
Please excuse me for a moment,
because I have to say something.
I'm about full to burst,
but I don't want to say it.
I know I have to, though.
We have a year, almost exactly,
that's all and you'll be here
What am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song.
So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Trust.
Defined as the assured reliance on the character, ability, or truth of someone or something.
Trust is Knowing that what you believe in, what you put your hope in
will not abandon you
Some days are always full of sorrow
And the only hope to which we somewhat cling
Is the clean slate of tomorrow
And the joy that it will bring
A hand of tension
One finger down at a time
Three...Two...One
Eyes close
The wind blows
The rain falls
The house falls
The cradle tips
A tear drops
Our hearts break
I love
burying myself under
the soft waves
and forming a new, blind world
under the wet, blue blankets
Oh godess, hear my plea.
I pray that you deliver me.
I seek your help, I seek your care,
I seek your judgement true and fair.
I pray for mercy from this storm,
I pray that you would lead me home.
