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Through dark and through day
We persevered
Through the joy and through the pain
We stayed
As we were
We remain the same,
I want not
a wolf in sheeps clothing
a diamond in the rough
a fancy french wedding
I want only
SIMPLICITY
not a bouquet of the finest roses
a single lilac
picked from the front yard
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
Turns out you never loved me
After all this time
So I guess it's back to being lonely
That's okay... I don't mind
I sat here so long
Believing I have to love the broken
So they could live on
For I saw in them (ME)
I gave them what I believe
Is the remedy to our pain
I love so deep & the most wounded
Got your hand stuck in the vending machine because you wont let go When I come at you with a hacksaw you say OH GOD NO It's for your own good Would you like to scream about your hand or the fire? I can clearly see your answer is no And I'm
I want to be the Energizer Bunny;
I don't want to stop.
I want to be pink, wear sunglasses,
And do whatever I want.
I want to be the Energizer Bunny
So I'd never have to sleep.
Pay attention to the sunlight,
the sunlight is the most warm, visible radiation of all.
Down, down into the darkness it goes- the hot, the tender, the close.
I never know what you are.
Because every time I see you, it hurts a little less.
You are everything and nothing
Everywhere and no where
I never know what you are.
Maybe I’m in denial
We
Fenced off his reign, crystalline yet amorphous.
The adolescence of today have brought me something to say.
leave no trace
hear the chest rise and fall
the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet
camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
We exist
But we forget about it so often
Day after day
Night after night
Moment after moment
And everything is still the same
We get up to work
We hate our work
But it pays the bills
Mom,
You are my literal everything,
My entire being exists because of you.
You taught me that
I don’t need someone else to define who I am.
You taught me that
Creation
from a stand point
exclusivity
sought-after man's point
rolled-up
late night jam joint
all into one
to create some sort
of fifth-dimensional meaning
Creation
Somehow, she is everything
She has this mind and I could spend
All of my forevers trying to know
Everything that’s on it
Society its always the answer or the well thought out solution.
theres no room for any type of change or evolution,
When you know the revolution, won’t be televised but you stayed tuned in.
Let me
Go
to
Nothing
I
Want to
Do
Everything
But it
Is
Too Much
Everything
Nothing
I
Don't
Know
Which
To Choose
Everything?Or nothing?
Everything is the way the flower blooms,
and the nothing is the way it shrivels and dies.
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
If I see you and you don't see me
I will go DARLING
And you will know I am calling to you
I want to mean everything to my everything.
I want to be his weakness,
As he is mine.
And when all he sees is darkness,
I want to be the light at the end of the tunnel.
Afraid that there is a greater potential
a box they give us to condition in
if they do this long enough
they believe that we'll be trapped
trapped in a mindset that they control
No hope
No love
It's not fair that I like the songs you showed me,It's not fair that I can't watch reruns of a simple TV show because I remember how much you like it,It's not fair that i have to look at my
To what do we owe
The pleasure that surrounds us
Every second of our lives
Something we would not give a second thought
Imagination
Without it
We would have nothing
I would have nothing
Is it the way she stares at you while you comb your hair,
Or the way she rushes you out of bed?
The way she can make you regret every decision you've made,
Even prove to you that you still care.
She's got a fat ass and thick thighs
She's not anything,
and she got nothing from her mother
She's never been straight up and down
boys say she's good for her chest
She's not like her sisters
I am everything.
I am a white slam poet, switched into a klusterfuk because i love everyone.
I am everything.
I am friends with people of every race, religion, and creed, continuing to love all other human beings.
As humans develop coming from a small origin.
I learned that life will be worthless without humor.
Ladies and Gentleman, humor will bring the smell of spring and the scenes of summer to you.
Words like knives. Spoke like rain. Everything he said drove me insane.
Lips like cherries.Tongue like viper. Everything I said, shot down, sniper.
i know nothing of nothing, save it's not what we claim it to be. by labeling the non-existant, we cancel out it's lack of being. - 04/05/1995 2:00am - kenneth p rougeau jr
I am everything yet nothing.
I wonder about my future.
I hear what haunts me.
I see only what I want to see.
I want more memories than regrets.
I am everything yet nothing.
I have everything.
I own nothing.
In the reality of the world,
this is my only truth,
this is the only thing I know
to be true.
Everything is available to me.
There are no limits.
I'm everything and nothingand yet still something.I'm rude and polite.Mean and nice.Fire and ice.
Everything's awesome, Everything's cool
from pencils, to blankets, to Prince George's drool
movies, and books, and your grandmother's pool
Also what's awesome are scholarships
Can You See?
Have you
ever wondered
how a cave
would react
if light
would stream in
unashamed?
Could you imagine
the things
you could see
Everything is awesome.
Everything is awesome when you see it as awesome.
Everything was great on that sunny day,
my sister calling at work? What did she need to say?
Her voice was muffled and I couldn't hear,
What do you see as awesome, they could ask
To many, this quest may be difficult
For me, it is a very easy task
Paint me like I amforget the stereotypes forgetjudgmentspaint me how I am on the insidecheerful, loving and caringpaint me smilingpaint me dancingpaint me into the horizon
Life has it's ups and downs
I know it may be hard
Just remeber that there's someone who cares
It can be
Someone you may know
Or
Someone you don't know
Ferguson
It happens every day and no one notices
It’s not the first time shots were fired
At an innocent black man in the streets
This time Ferguson next time Washington
Freedom of America,
Beauty of outdoors,
Reliable friends,
Late night snores,
Freedom of speech,
Freedom of press,
Wonderful family,
Friends worth the stress.
Creativity has basic steps:
Show us something new.
Show us something we've never seen before.
Show us a display that has never before been seen.
Creativity is seen, yes.
Everywhere you look.
Books,
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Don't cry my dear,
I am sure that a rock on the surface of neptune has never felt such joy as you
When life has lost
meaning
and everything
seems
slow
and nothing's moving forwards
yet so does the show
the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same
What is it that I am
But a cloth hung up to dry
In the spring breeze
Quickly, hopefully, before it rains.
And when it rains, I am forgotten,
Drenched again from head to toe,
ROSES are dead.
VIOLETS are dead.
EVERYTHING is dead.
DEAD dead dead.
I Could talk for hours on end.
Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
And so the hairy fat ape raped the
puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell
limp down the stairs of its
sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird
winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing,
facing the corner,
They said things behind her back,
They said them a lot.
She started to believe them.
She was upset until he came.
She questioned him.
"Why don't I have perfect skin?"
"A perfect smile?"
I am everything and everything is me
I am what you make me
but also who I decide to be
I am life and life is me
A small part of this world who dreams big
But within me lies the universe
Someone told me I should start my poems by saying what they're about
That way I don't confuse people
I think that's a great idea, so I'm going to try it out now
Have you ever been
So angry
That you broke a wall
Broke a heart
Have you ever been
So depressed
That you only feel
The blade against you skin
Have you ever been
Words are all they will ever be, but trust I'll love you way more than that. You make me a better person, cliche yes, but it gets better. You make it all seem effortless.
A change can alter the world
From the change of wind for Columbus
Or a single intake of wind in a different direction
If a slight step is retaken in a new way
The world will shift
At first it was all a peice of cake,
then i realized i was insane.
Most of the time i just want to give up.
When did life get so tough?
I started to belive I couldn't do it,
We give meaning to every word in the english language.
Love is connotated to a cliched valentine's gift,
I want to dance and cry and scream,
In memory of all the things we think are better forgotten.
"Forgive and forget", they say.
Forgive, by all means forgive,
But, please don't forget?
Everything that you heard
Everything that you've seen
My heart
My soul
My everything
Vanished my misery
And when i felt like giving up
All yoi did was encourage me
And i left it all up to you
I am from stalks of rice plants wallowing in the rural plains
From long distance roads leading the little me home for dinner and killer summer waves pestering me every day!
Tell me about how the end of the world
Tell me about how much we have been fighting for.
Should I hold on to the ideas of how I wanted to save this world by myself?
Waiting for a gentle push
In a direction I do not know
Surrounding everything
But nothing
School makes me lonely
It’s not like
Being here has made me friends
In my dreams I can see
Smiling faces of friends and family
But when I am awake I see
People that care for themselves
Time is short
I took the pills
And now it's time for you to know
what I do when I'm down,
or my tank is running low
I write.
I write every snowy day
And every summer night.
It's hard to explain feelings
To someone who hasnt experienced them.
It's hard to explain what silence sounds like
Without having first heard a sound.
All of these feelings we try to disguise,
I want to wake up
Not having to remind myself of the past
I want to fall asleep quickly
Without battling with the devils poking at my mind
I want to see my mother smile
A belonging to every person, young or old
does not matter where they are from
I once read a poem.
It was about nothing.
Then I started to think hard.
What is ‘nothing’?
Not sure how many people have thought that.
If these tan faces
Whose lips mutter pure humor
and smiles brighten my Life
Whose hearts love me even when I'm unworthy
could stay with me as long as my teeth
I wrote on your heart,
wrote on your songs,
wrote out my misery all along.
Too blind to see,
were meant to be,
or am i mistaken for imaginary catastrophed destiny?
I thought you were different,
If everything wasn’t what I wanted it to be, why is it you’re still here with me.
I’ve fallen past the recruit of time, but you’ve picked me up for another line.
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
In retrospect,
kissing her was not the smartest thing I could have done.
it was probably, (and I mean Probably in its severest form)
was the worst thing I could have done all summer,
I write for the soul,Mine is out of control.It helps to soothe my mind,And it passes the time.
This love,
that's breaking me down.
The names i've been called,
the hurtful things you say.
This love,
the one haunting me.
Why can't i just let you go?
Erase you from my memory.
Perhaps I will purchase new glassesAnd frame my darkened lamps anewAnd auspiciously. Here I might beseech,Behold, and betoken another looking-glass self;Here enkindle and focus new knowledge
"Just come to me my dear, and you will have no fear."
She walks alone through school; no one seems to think she's cool.
There's something about her that makes my dead heart stir.
Love doesn't come with directions,
it's never quite the same
Sometimes it leaves you broken up,
or changes your last name
One look,
one touch,
one smile could really change it all
I miss the stones
That used to tap on my window
To wake me up
And sneak out with my people
I would softly laugh
As I climbed down the wall
To greet you with open arms
But now you are gone
You never took the time to see how i felt,
You simply did instead of do.
I was hurt , Heartbroken and unheard
and now im all alone.
Helpless, Defenseless and Aching .
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice aloud and suddenly,
I feel I'm falling, lost in a dream.
You were everything to me,
The air that I breathe,
Poetry is
Calm before the storm,
Rain down a window pane.
Sunshine on newly fallen snow,
Wind between the leaves of trees.
Poetry is
Our best kept secrets,
Our worst experiences.
I can breathe out all of it
and nobody has to know, or everybody can know
burdens, dreams
my shifting and tampering and judging
spread out, carbon on paper, font serif or sans-serif
writing makes me hopeful
Every thought.
Every dream, every hope, every fear unheard- silently hidden within one's self. A soft, slow grumble tumbling up and courageously out- voiced through lead and chalk, ink and paper.
No longer a thought.
I bleed words into emply spaces.
They crawl onto pieces of paper.
They flow in conversation.
They reside on my digital screen.
I bleed words to set me free.
They carry me when no is around.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder/
Or at least that's what I told her/
When I hold her, I wanna mold her not scold her/
Give her cold chills, never the cold shoulder/
Her eyes are blue and peaceful like the ocean
Her smile is rare but shows up every once in a while
Her heart is full of love and care for others and not herself
And her happiness is always seen with a smile
You were once and still are my everything
The way you used to hold my hand when the world was caving in,
Reminding me that everything would soon be alright.
There is a reason for everything I do
And that reason?
If only you knew
Every step
Every word
Has purpose!
To be heard.
Life,
the gift of living,
only gives one chance
to get it right.
"if" of the unexpected;
"i" makes it mine;
"L" symbolizes love,
along with the lies;
