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I’ts not that I’m insouciant, I just can’t find the shape of tongue To inform you of your ignorance; To tell you the ways of the world, In a moment or less.
Ya Know I’m Getting SICK of THEM... Heads Who... “ Pretend “... To Be Your ...... “ Friend “...... I’ve Said It Before And I’ll Say It AGAIN... !!!
I've Been HERE... I've Been THERE... I've Even Been... SCARED... !!! But The Places I've Been... Go BEYOND... Truth or Dare... !!!!!
Ya Know ... It REALLY is True ... ! A LOT of People AIN'T Cool ... !!! And Be Trying Their BEST To Bring You STRESS ... !!!! Some It Seems Are ENVIOUS Thieves ... Who Be PLOTTING Schemes And DEVIOUS Deeds ... !!!
Chocolates, roses, all around, The smell of lovely charity. Masses unknowingly drowned In love that lacks all clarity. Commercials spin me for a twirl, The hammer quickly drives the nail;
You Know it's Funny To Me How Some People Be ... It's Like HYPOCRISY ... DEFINES Their Breed ... !!! Like White Girls QUICK To Run Their Lips ... About Racists Who They Sleep With ... !?!
Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold What did I do to deserve the world and more I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
These Days I See So MUCH IGNORANCE ... !!! From People On The Street ... To Those Who CLAIM To Be The BEST of Friends ... !!!!! And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ... "Nice to meet you !"
I love poetry for its blank spaces, for its constant wondering and the shape of the words on a page. For different reasons than why I love math.
Why Does My Appearance Offend Most Folk ... !?! I DON'T Sell Coc'... !!! I'm NOT An Ignorant Bloke ... !!! I DON'T LIKE ... " Crack "... !!! But Sometimes ... Like A Smoke ...
I reached for you. and in the darkness, I was unaware that you, were the monster I feared. Now, I do not fear monsters. I fear ignorance.
They looked for the seventh son of the seventh son Found him there and took him in Witch-blood, uncanny, magic lives here So many but still a prize. But did you ever stop to think
I don’t remember much about the days when I was fed
Pretty pink elephants. Plenty of pastel plants. Pleasant pleasantries, Hide perfectly placed “you can’ts” Beautiful blue hues. Obvious obligatory societal rules. High horse views,
Burning, breaking, hurting, taking, Could we use a little more decision-making
That's what it means To concede to the fear, To feed the bearer, To bleed from the wounds, bestowed on you from the pain you've taken even the words you've spoken to make it all better
The only creature who truly knows freedom: high-flying bird Give me freedom or Give me DEATH! I'll settle for rights. A 16 year old with car keys in hand
And I Want to fly a boat into the sky And you Want to dive in the ocean in my eyes
The silence grips my heart Hangs over me like a dark group of clouds just waiting to rain Don’t speak. Don’t speak. I tell myself
Silence can kill a game. Silence has much shame. Silence rings with pain. Silence does not end with change. Silence keeps fears locked away.
Brother, father. A son and daughter. See, fresh water. Look, there’s an otter! What’s an otter doing underwater?
We are not exposed to reality until we meet Light. We’ve only met Darkness and he was twisted, but our comfortability kept us yearning for his touch... his embrace.
Historians agree that our ancestors lived in caves. Sheltered under a rock, we adapted to walls, a safety mechanism. From caves to townhomes, we kept our walls, built a fourth one, shaded the windows,
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago ‘America Is Weeping’ All I could think was So you chose to join the party?
There are days I could scream scream at the top of my lungs, scream untuil my voice is gone, silenced like my voice is now. I could scream and never be heard, so I do not even open my mouth.
Dear Ignorance, We've had some great years together. Probably the happiest years of my life. You've kept me safe, well, feeling safe. I see now that you were watching out for me
So I'll play my violin A scale, G scale, D and E Begins caving. Up and down the staff I'll go As the oceans flood and flow As the world is burning, burning I will play what I'd been learning.
Dear Lover I am writing this, Because I love you. There isn't a reason why I love you Although I love the way your smile puts a smile on my face
I am afraid to love something that is so pure yet wrong To be a bird flying against a current going To Who knows where
It's getting darker. A tornado tears through lands, But I feel so bad. The impact is colossal. I wonder if it's my fault.
The clouds will always roll in. They'll build up, expand, keep coming until the day turns to a solid gray. Storms are good only if they give back, and when the rains come,
You think I'm smart, I'm really not You think I'm brave, but no You think I'm upbeat, proud, happy, When I often succumb to the darkness inside of me Just because I like pink
Boom! Crash! Snap. "We can't protect the fallen. We can't relieve the screeching Even if we try." Trembling and weak
I tried to list out all the problems in society. But there are so many in this country. Racists and Rapists run rampant, Some even run for office And they get elected.
It was Wednesday, November 9th, the day after Our heads throbbed with the reality that Donald Trump won, and Hillary Clinton lost. Our eyes spilled over, like an uncontrollable landslide, blocking the road ahead.
Grim are the days when Grass does not whisper And silent run streams But no one listens To know the difference
There is an old token sayingThat wisdoms comes with age,And yet I find myself upon this stage With one who is twice my age,And I know I am much wiser than he. Battle tested and scarred,Raised with a hint of nobility,Do I succumb to his sagacity?Hi
We the people, We the great, We the wonderful, We the states, Remember when you were young?
Ever since I was a child I knew what it meant if you could catch a star. Happiness, warmth and light. Things that most people in humanity, including me, can only dream of.
Oh you poor little humans, You Selfish Ignorant Humans you think that your cause is right, but your fight is not a just cause. You fight for injust reasons hoping for change
I am what you call a latina Just another mexican niña I am what you call a pansexual Once again another ignored label America the Great
Dear White People... tell me you understand band together in time of umbra ban together and stuff me in bras
Glassed inbetween two mirrors that stare shame inside, Worlds are closing black that shuns any air fading in. Red defines beauty and guilt inside one's rusted garden. Flowers wither away among the windless souls
These days children are crying Old people are dying The privileged are whining "Why can't everyone have MediCare!" "That's so not fair!"
Why do they hate us? They sit upon their skyscrapers With eyes malicious and green with lust. They feast like kings and hiss like serpents,
I'm done hidding in the shadows. Let the poeple come with their words as daggers, and their glares as swords. Let the people come with their arrogance that buries hopes and dreams
When I fall, I fall into sleep, When I sleep, I sleep in peace. When in peace, I think of violence, Violence that leaves my voice hoarse. The strange thing though, when in sleep,
i hate myself, i hate how i am given all i need in life, without question. i hate how am labled as just another sterotype of my race. i hate how if im sad, im asked if im 'depressed' again.
In the biting cold I walk, Barefoot and in tattered attire, My dirty pants, ripped at the knees, Folded at the waist and tied to my body By an old and dirty rope coming apart, This is me, this is morning,
His smile is so enticing. It yanks them out of an abyss, His promises, Are the music that wake them up in the morning.
Help! I did it again. I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain. I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!” “Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
What is left after we go our separate ways? Never to see each other again, When once we saw each other everyday. after all the words are spoken, The things that they said that left me broken.
How much longer can I hold on? Hold on to this reality, The smiles that I place On my usually tiered face. Hold on to this image that you see A confident girl that is happy.
Laying on of hands You pretend it’s poetry But I still can’t breathe
Immigration… I can barely begin to talk about it Immigration is a hot topic in the news these daysTrump says kick the foreigner outKeep the American paidBut the foreigners paved the wayYou see without my people There wouldn’t be what is todayBut
I have nothing to say that has not already been said. This exact sentence in this exact way has already been formed. I cannot be clever the way you ask me to because clever is a cliché. Clever shadows cutthroat.
I met a man upon the road. He walked with mournful tread. Upon his back he carried A load of bulk and dread. He smiled at me politely Dropped his baggage to the ground.
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America This phrase bothers me
Not everyone understands What it's like to be… How to put it… Different? And I'm not talking about That circle peg square hole bullshit I'm talking about The open chest cavity feeling
Wasted days filled with dreams, Dreams made up of meaningless nights, But the nights destroy the days, And doomed are we who see it.
Just as Eden, all was well for a time, Ever sweet perfection in paradise - The came the sorrrowful, eternal crime, Temptation caused the grandest sacifice, Like Icarus soaring high as can be,
Narrow minds stuck in wide subdivisions They are but hopeless strings on a Puppet Master’s creation
"I'm just tired..." Excuse one for the silence that ensues. She listens as he tells her he refuses to hurt her
Pick up One piece, then two— More if you so desire. Make them one interlocking whole. Better. This test Will not be solved By gluing several bricks.
through car windows
All of our lives intertwined; so connected but so distant.
Sitting on the outside of the prison cell stari
Two mountains before me have been put, Towards the first I look,
There once was an ignorant boy. Who dreamed, only, of love. He dreamed of passion, and dreams. He dreamed blissful dreams of love. One day it hit him.
Someday she'll be gone, she'll have left all alone. They'll catch on eventually, without having known The puzzle pieced burden of her created norm, How she sobbed through the nights, braving the storm.
who would make me do something like that? who would make me feel that way?
Once upon a time, a bird (a young and fragile thing) Far far above the treetops, tall, To the wind her song did sing. She lived inside a birdhouse Swayed from branches high.
Ode to ignorance By Ally Benson
Ignorance is such a beautiful thing, But oh how toxic it can be. You poisoned my mind with words of beauty, Songs of joy my heart did sing,
Caricature they remain for they haven’t purity. Streaked thoroughly with grime and mud A downcast shadow shall remain their possession. No one respects those that do not follow in line
The moment I mention his name, Like the silence of the dreams they haven't yet killed, The room becomes quiet and still. Their words like whips "CRACKS!" start to fill the room Slicing gashes on my heart.
I see Native Americans: We stole this from you Black people: We brought you here Mexicans: Get out and stay out
I felt my eyes shut tight and my hands begin to rise, towards my ears, trying to block out the ghastly cries and heinous shrieks of those who had nothing more to hold on to, nothing more to try and survive for,
Woo hoo. Donald Duck film at school today. I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do all the fun things and stuff. Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
cheater, cheater, punkin eater, daddie's little snack
So many years- I said and I said
I feel the shadow of fear creeping down the dark hall slipping noticed into the room - my eyes squinched tight But i know that shadow even with my eyes closed don't I
I had a little bunny - and honey was her name
Do you know what it smells like to die?
am I crazy? so I've been fucking told! I always thought I would save the world from pain.
I drop to my knees
Rear view mirror
I wake from dreams where terrors creep
I am the voice of the children.
He shines with light a sheep they say
Why me God?
Give me your pain I will put it with mine
A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right
Tiptoes, softly, gently steering he towards me, and me I'm fearing thief of childhood ever nearing INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
My ears pick out his sounds - in the dead of the night
He who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow they said. Is this why our days feel ominously dead? Is this why we find difficulty facing tomorrow? He who knows both dark and light,
She searches for something to fill her soul, everyday digging a deeper hole, a
You’re looking in his eyes And you seem to be falling for his lies You can’t seem to see The secrets behind that smile You don’t know That honesty isn’t his style
A tender muted rain drips through the trees like lead paint down a child's throat. Surrendered couples romantacize in fields of oleander. An ode to God clings to the fingertips of the esteemed criminal.
At my school I am surrounded by wealth The girls are so beautiful, great outfits, great health Their lives seem so easy and effortless, never a thing to bring them down
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
i am who i am because i do what i say and what i feel. the question isnt where am i stopping but who is going to stop me .
They say ignorance is bliss. But what an ignorant belief that is. How can anyone go on in life without knowledge? If your parents had not taught you how to walk or speak, you would not be the person you are today.
Pineapple Express he is my love They softened their frozen words for No one Trapped in angel white curtains and High income taxes but Delicate does not lie. I want to drink from the fire
So much Like a wicker chair used with fondness for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do But, another question My leige?
Shady faces. You only know If you fit the status quo Friends that aren't my friends at all People who act like they're better but I was once a friend of yours what changed since then?
If Happiness Were a Nightmare The stars gaze down upon him His eyes stare back in a mutual relationship Sleep no longer grants him rest
Optimism is fine but realism is better Ignorance is bliss and you have mislead her Fake it and make it what you want it to be Leaving to dust all you’ve given to me
“today i die"
Lies taste so sweetThe smell lin
To be a Muslim "Terrorist", "camel jockey" You clearly don't know
Special credit and thanks to Mr. Elliott Morgan--YouTuber, comedian, and thinker of deep thoughts. (Quote at bottom, courtesy of the aforementioned.) Oftentimes we lose the meaning, or the point.
attention, affection, hugs so tight! He's invincible- brighter than the stars at night. a doctor, an astronaut, Singer in a band, books in his mind are a future in his hand
his hands caresses every curve of my undeveloped body every touch; it burns of sin i scream but no one hears me i struggle but he wont stop tears, anguish and frustration sweat escaping through help
We of all people, the humans of this century who have made many outstanding advances should clearly see this enemy hiding in our men's stances Somehow we look over it
Should I have hiden my desirable body Because boys will be boys Should I have coated my body with clothes Because it was tempting, it was not his choice Should I of kept my guard up
There is a yard And a great tall tree Instructing what to draw and write There is a fence of chain Between the lilacs and me There is a garden That only grows dirt
It was dark and crowded. It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation. If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode. I tell them I have a boyfriend. I tell them I am a lesbian.
I ain't doin this to gain fame. Malc got me thinking about changing my last name. This shit to the man must be a game. Can't even say white man now cause the presidents gotta black face.
If you had a word to describe me
It’s quite ignorant of you to think we’re all ignorant on purpose. Yes, we do know there are many different variations of things in the world,
I go to school, isn't it obvious? Sixteen year old girl with a backpack, It's pretty clear to see. I go to classes, then lunch, then class again, Hop the bus, go home, do homework go to bed.
A few streets down away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created lies a city of distorted faces, starvation, violence.
Ignorance is the new world powerThey say they give us education but feed us from a spoon coated in arsenic Governments claim they want what is best for their country We're brainwashed so we will cower
Black smoke looms over the horizon Ignored by the world around. The people instead look at the sun, Ideally, there, hope is found. The elephant in the room No one wants to mention.
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight Millions more are covered by the night Bodies of humans rot underground As the world continues to spin around
Fear is great heights and great depths Darkness and Brightness Fear is something new and something old It is a sin and yet so natural A lust for safety A lust for comfort Rip off the mask to face it
One question Floating freely Through thoughts scrambled, tousled, archived Like the thud against the wall Nearly silent. But always there. Whispering.
I am fine, we say, Why would I ever want to change the way I see myself everyday? We say. It's supposed to work like that, we say. I'm supposed to act like that, we say.
Blank pages, blank people I am a novel not yet written Blank beliefs, blank morals I am hiding out for now Corrupt faces, corrupt fiends I avoid them at all costs Corrupt bodies all around
What Makes Me Tick The sound of scratching, On a chalkboard. Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
My thumb is genty caressed by two hundred and fifty pages. Caught on one, my eyes whisper over the paper. The top left hand corner is stained with the words "of existence."
Ignorance abundant Leaves me reluctant Suppressing your emotions Your life is so redundant
My dream job would be: a kid. Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous. Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way. Experience may say differently to my choice, But first, hear what I have to say.
Ignorance is said to be bliss But is it? Surely there must be something inside us something screaming, "Why are you not looking around?!" Instead of acknowledging a homeless man starving
Question. Pain. Life. Mystery.
There’s this ball in my throat, Holding back what my eyes vent I scan the room of distracted people Accidently isolating me from their content Act normal. Act normal. What a small problem.
If I had the chance to change one thing To a better world, this change would bring The eradication of ignorance for discrimination would be key Freedom from this cage in which we keep
Earth is such a wonderful place to live, It is such a shame humanity takes yet fails to give. The consistency of life continues to unfurl, The ignorance of mankind will end the world.
He was unlike any other man I’ve met.
Ignorance is blindness, and blindness is ignorance. We walk these hollow streets, thinking we are fine, when truly we are walking on an abhorrent line. Ignorance is blindness.
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
What would you change?What would I change?When not just one thingEven more than just a few come to mindWhat does that say?TrappedIn a world whirlwinding in such disarray
The fear of newness Could also be called the fear of change Why change what you are used to? Why make the switch from old to new? Or is neophobia the fear of not understanding? the fear the unknown?
I watch us all Live our lives in self-enclosed bubbles We cry out "Me me me!" Selfies, Selfish,
Silent cries resound throughout the night Pleading to be heard, their eerie symphony reaching silent ears.
There’s a boy
I have inspiration; I just can’t put it together. I have dreams; I just don’t know where to begin. I have hope; I just don’t show it.
We preach peace, yet declare war. We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily. We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
The poor teenage girl sits in her room to cry Remembering all the mean things said today "Lose some weight! Wear a mask! Just drop dead and die!" On her bed, knees hunched, tears fall
Ignorance Ignorance is bliss they say, Then why does it lead to so much hurt and pain If you do not know what goes on in the real world,
I wish you could see how i long for thee. More than just predictably or physically, but rather relentlessly
My screams echo against my own ear drums. Yet, no one even turns a head to save me. Do you hear me?
Dreams are stupid. I dont mean the
Like small specks in the sky, We watch things flow by. We laugh, we play, we smile, but do we ever think for a while?
Guys, what are we doing here? Really, what are we doing here?
No one would guess.Who would have thought?But two and two is four.Put it together.It can't be that hard.Look at me. Can't you see the pain?Can't you see the hurt?I wear a smile
I am your darkie. Your raisin in the sun. Your guide to trendsy, urban culture; Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'. A pawn in your game. You smile in my face, spewing your venom. And I smile,
i wanna be free, like in the books that i read, let my words mean more tha
There it goes again. Another fist to their jaws, Another bomb to their world That you promised was bombsheltered. They’re sick and tired Of being tired and sick. Yet you’ve done nothing
if I were you, and you were me, how happy then would I be? I'd know how you feel, and you I, but would you be able to look me in the eye? for you'd know my secrets, all my lies,
I do not wish to say a damn thing to you and your hypocrisy Damnation of existentialism driven by your thoughts of “true” Christianity Scrunched face and squinted eyes
I am blind to people’s ignorance, However ignorance is bliss. And I still have tolerance, As I wait for an aching kiss. I am dumbfounded By his beauty. And yet it is astounding
What is one but an empty shell whom you haven’t taken notice. As he stands, wavering in his insecurities, you mock him, unknowingly. How can he but admire from afar, knowing you suppress any interest even on a mutual level?
I want to ask you if there is some connection between the religious pendant on your wrist and the dark skin that it halos. I want to ask you if you can feel the collective sigh
Ignorance can't teach The endless clock of time ticks We are just too late
The words scathing my ears, pouring from your mouth You assume that I do not understand But I suppose you haven't taken the time To see the scars beneath my hand You don't know my struggles
Different x5 You see I am different No matter which way you... Swing it, write it, or say it Say it, write it, or swing it Different I am
Can I ask you a question? Of course I can, you’re a teacher That’s what you do, you teach You’re supposed to be a humanist and not behave like a leech But do you really understand what that entails?
Blind words lead no where, blind thoughts get no where, blind concernes never see the light, and blind is your fear that we will not survive. We may not pay attention, we might not be too bright,
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
Please Note: There is a trigger warning for this poem. As she covers her arms, she covers her whole world. A world rooted in pain With no gain Of freedom from The Blade.
The children, the children Will anyone care A little girl just wants somebody to care So badly, so badly They want to be loved Who to call mommy Who to call daddy
I do not belive you they say, As the Pope sold your soul away. In order to bypass Hell, Buy a ticket, sell, sell, sell. I do not believe you they say, As JFK was shot that day.
How am I?How am I?I'm fine I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is shattering. Ignorance is cruelty. Ignorance is isolating.
To my father whose blows bruised my body and my heart Who did everything in his power to make me feel like less of a man Whose hands, rough and worn by the harsh realities of life, I still fear to this day I write to you.
You know that this is a war,But what are you fighting for?You drop words like bombs,Through the destruction you're still calm.You don't argue for a right,You just argue to start a fight.
thighs have a testimony but those stories can not be shared too many disguise their cares and I rather be shy than shed tears because I have fears of being penalized for my thighs
You told her, “You can do it all!” So she tried to climb a mountain But she couldn’t afford a harness So she went to sell lemonade But you said, “Aim higher!” So she went to sell wooden knickknacks
Terrorism Isn't Me There is one thing that has been bothering me That I must address It bothers me
Facing Adversity There is one thing that has been bothering me That I must address It bothers me Just like a pest
They see pain and suffering all around, And pray to ease the yolk, I see another pack of noodles, And just another bottle of Coke. They see hypocrites and liars, Fighting for what they know is right,
I stand before a two way mirror Looking as a Widow That is Out of What (?). The Fall gets longer, higher As I stand Unknown of what lies ahead. Could be a World of bore Or
Zombies. Shuffling in a straight line. Thirsting for the one thing. Never satisfied. Zombies. Draw fake smiles on their faces. Everyday the same. They follow the rules, they say their graces.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
For days I think in A haze my thoughts are A maze no longer A phase: ignorance
Come with me my friend to a place where chimneys stack & stretch high against an expansive black sky Where three-legged laboradors run free through the busy wild streets
They have always asked us a question Judged us like a book cover And they expect us to answer We’ve been through harsh times Of discrimination because of our skin
I hate you so much don't you know That I can't stand you, why won't you go You make me scream and hold my head As I sob and wish that you were dead I remember back when I had cared
You say "we are all equal" That this is home of the free Yet you judge by my color not knowing what you see. I could be red,purple,gold,or silver But you look at me like I'm a stone figure
It could be anything, a man strapped neck-high in bombs, Sunni sweat, dust and black curled chest hair a grandmother with fresh mandarin oranges from the market,
You're brittle and straining Transparent and weak. A ghost of a smile Fading before your poisoned eyes, A skeleton locked in a treasure cove. You live amongst valleys and ridges and mountains.
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro People have come but most of them go Looking around for a ray of sunlight Darkness follows me without the moonlight I have been on this decrepit road forever
Here I stand with a poster board in hand. I look at you as you try to avoid me. In your A/C, as you turn the radio up. I'm struggling. I am dying on my knees, when I want to stand on my feet.
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
A dark cloud consumes me as I walk through a field of crow Less than half way I fall with a tough blow The crows begin to peck at my exposed body Pieces of me blew away As I try to remember why I stay
It is best to be a beautiful fool When others are being cruel You should pretend not to see You should never believe The truth behind the lies The truth behind the cries And stay in a fairy tale
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly Knowing when to look back, knowing when to question why knowing when to run , knowing when to fly knowing when to live, and knowing how to survive
Every morning Dad comes home Exhausted and shattered by his work The money wouldn’t be asked more. Fumblingly his hands in the kitchen Quick cooking for breakfast as dinner, Quick eating but no one asking for.
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
A penny for your thoughts, A nickel for your mind, Worth much less than a gem found in a mine. They value the mines more than the mind, Diminishing its worth with the passage of time.
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea; I didn't know. Dish soap suds, scented With childhood and artificial lemon, Sting my hands, Chapped, graceless. I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
A man named ignorance evaluates another, eyes blinded and ears deafened, He watches, but does not see, he hears, but does not understand.
A woman is breastfeeding. Her son lies under a blanket. “That’s disgusting,” you say. “Put that away!” He husband sits As the older son runs wild. “Do something. That kid is obnoxious!”
Wanderer,You spite me by walking offYou conjure no mind to clearly or bravelystep outside the ashes of ignoranceBelief has no mind for you, having turned your back
Sadistic you are Weary is I The battle has been won Are you proud? Is there enjoyment in pain, pain that you have caused? Do I deserve it, no
It hurts. Flash. Flash. White on a black background. They strike up like pale flashes of moonlight in the void of space. No stars. Tha-dump. Thudump. Tha-tha-dump.
ignorant they are higher they get faster they drop blowing a blunt behind the yard soon i hop they hit the grave government strives to get them up ignorant am not straight A's all year
Hours go by so slow yet weeks string past One minute you're at the cafe sipping tea The next you're on a boat fixing the mast But not everyday is an adventure out at sea
I see through you like clear water Like an absent man's daughter Positive on the outer But deep inside you are a doubter
Intelligence used to be a virtue, Ignorance used to hurt you, But in the past few decades the roles have reversed . . . I though about rhyming but now it's a free-verse,
I tack a portrait of you to the classroom wall --You-- Gorgeously lit in the the frame of a window Appear in the grays and blacks and whites of the photograph Peering questioningly at all who view You.
Passing by their faces show, The ignorance hidden deep below. I read their faces like a book, Absorbing every dirty look. Fear and guilt consume their eyes, Unconcealed through pretty lies.