You Only Write Once Poetry Slam
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With the sun in my mouth,
and the cloud in my heads,
Don't put your foot down in my dumping ground.
One of kind,
to myself,
the image you see,
is not what you'll get.
Standing tall, this bride of mine
Resplendent in white, a glow in time
Her eyes as bright as sparkling gems
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
In fourth grade, a boy made me a necklace; letter beads strung between beating hearts, plastic I handled like crystal.
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
A group of girls rule the school
They always create gossip and fear
They always seem to be very cruel
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
Tűz, Víz, Levegő, Föld
Őselemek lennének ők, nevüket sokszor átkozták. Rengeteg ember életét kioltották.
Velük tárgyalni nem lehet, nem állhatsz elé a futótűznek.
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
Give me hope
Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past
Give me hope
Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education
Give me hope
Another day opens with the crack of dawn, filled with so much potential.
Seniors awake from groggy slumber, sometimes with a goal in mind.
My pen gliding against the paper
Drawing out my words
A voice thats unknown,
A desire to be heard
Music, art, writing,
A mind full of words,
A voice of meaning,
And the hatred of lying
Late at night, as I study
I wonder what it is I want to be
As the Bio terms become fuzzy,
I decide M.D. is what I want people to call me.
I want to poke and examine and listen
White turns to black. Hearts began to crack. Eyes filled with salty tears, one of their biggest fears. Open casket, scared to see. A young girl staring back at me. For then I knew, the girl looking back, was me. - A.B
Used like a toy for laughs,
abused till' the brain stews,
left as an abandoned child.
Why do this to me dear?
At First is was all smiles and Hi's
Shy looks away
Trying not to get caught looking anyway
Confusion, fear of rejection
I’ve never felt like this before, though
So how do I know how I feel?
The life I see before me,
Is only a path of scrutiny.
If I could change one thing,
One thing only.
It would be the change where
Everyone is equal.
No hate, no fear, no decrimination.
Life is unfair
The adults all preach it
But it takes so long for you to believe it
You ride the waves
Until the board breaks
It's completely natural to me,
Like I've done it all my life,
It helps to take away the pain,
The way they treat me is wrong,
It helps to take it all away,
It helps relieve the stress,
A thousand days it took to find you,
To see your beautiful face
A thousand things I would do,
Just to feel your warm embrace.
What happened to goodbye?
You left without a trace
Gone for good, never to return
You don’t understand, you never did
A thousand diamonds on your face,
Yet your eyes demand their grace.
You with me, a long embrace,
To touch your diamond face,
Trapped inside a box, I feel
Trapped inside a box.
There is no more room to feel
There is no room to love.
My heart is solid like a stone
It will not bend or break.
Thick with lies I am doused in solitude - a change of events I carry from past to future. Only the bruised mirror of existentialism can open my eyes to a sad truth of careless, reckless, intentional hesitancy.
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
Never Forget
You Stained by bloody waters
A past haunts your present being
I see the pain in your eyes
The beauty of humanity
Rests under your soul
I'm not trying to get you to sympathize but realize that Jesus Christ is why I'm still breathing. At seven I should of died. Mom by my side. Pool of blood on the tar. Both legs broken crying mom am I gonna die?
Hard Work
Drive through flames
Face the endless nights
Burn doubt and all else
Arise higher than the sun
I don't understand why you turn backs on friends. First you tell stories using my name,Just so you have someone to blame. Then only after you make all these harmful jokes,It's my self-confidence you've begun to choke.
Change is an easy word to say but very hard to do
Change comes in all forms no matter how
BIG
or how
Topic Gossip:
I am that Hellfire & Brimstone that humans heave when they call each other heathens
If only I were the consious of others
Telling them to unite as brothers
If only they saw the troubles
They would forget about the wonders
If only they tried to make an improvement
Why doesn't depression have a face?
Like the boy sitting alone
Or the girl who cries herself to sleep?
Reminisce'in in the depths Of my solitude. "Why should be dying to live If I'm living to die" Looking to the clouds for Inspiration. That's where I want My burning soul to lie For my resurrection.
a Tree
falls the way it leans,
leans the way it grows,
and grows the direction of sunlight.
We grow the way We are planted.
Trees are not We,
and Trees will We never be.
anxiety crawling at your skin and bones
gnawing through muscle and fat
dulling your nerves
burrowing in your brain
hiding
waiting
aching
Four mobile yet unmoving walls are the only thingBetween me and the grey streets and cold Houston air;The only thing between me and a rainbow of people,All searching for a way in.
Sniffles and coughs.
Shoes crunching frostbit grass
and raw wind whistling its way through silence.
Generations of family shed tear drops of sorrow
as all gather around a six foot deep pit
The sweet scent of mangoes, yellow andgreenJuicy sugarcanes and crisp pawpaw’s,coated with pleasurable sheenEach dotted with drops of water from themorning rain
The artist is alone,
seeing as he does
the horrors that surround
this world of his.
The meadows repulse him.
Beneath the veneer of green,
he sees only the mud.
He's white and tan and blond
smoldering blue eyes
He plays baseball, a star jock
She's black, well brown-skinned actually
Her hair is jet black and shiny,
Shoulder length and gloriously curly
Sometimes you only have one chance to take.
Success. Failure. Both rely on your words.
Made with your words, destiny becomes awake.
Haters see a green light, and make like birds,
I sit in the last pew-watching and listening.
Everyone stops and looks at her.
Some people stand there for what seems like eternity,
while some barely glimpse her.
I sit in the last pew-watching and listening.
Everyone stops and looks at her.
Some people stand there for what seems like eternity,
while some barely glimpse her.
I get into your presence,
yet I am carrying the weight of the world.
I stumble, and I stagger
I stumble, and I stagger because the load has grown.
I have become weak, and it is starting to show.
I'm sitting here, and
asking her if she's okay, but I'm not looking at her
My eyes are looking past her, and
my mind is elsewhere
She's so angelic ,and
I'm so powerless
I’ve got ‘So it Goes’ tattooed on my rib cage after the great late Kurt Vonnegut; now retired and unstuck in time.
He ran through clouds of dust
Kicked up from his comrades' trampling boots
And neutralizing fire-
But our children sit.
Rise for The Man! Rise for The Land!
What shall I say of the seasons?
In Autumn’s throes another limb crashes down
Deceased
Used for naught but the kindling of fire
Even of Winter’s frigid squalls barreling through
Hollow
I am a writer.I am a prophet of creativity.I am the interpreter to my own personal muse.I am a dreamer of dreams made manifest to letters that spiral in my mind and make neat and orderly lines on the paper.
These are close friend's for experiences. Rape can be prevented.
Him
Her
Them
Me
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Finding someone
Find something
Once you find it
Once you find them
Don't let it go
Let them know
You're there for them
But here for you
Here for you
Lost in the desolation of the desert, our minds create mirages from disorientation
And we just accept it and pursue it as an outlet for salvation
To sense the meter lie in rhythm's beat,
And hear the words that made the poet weep;
Confine not lines that state clandestine thoughts.
Let prosper poetry with boundless plots!
I am from chilly summers
from four wheeler rides and Windex.
I am from the cozy fireplace in my living room
(warm, soft, and my favorite place to be)
Pill bottles spread out across the floor
Bagged and marked, four hours more
Anxiety, Nausea, the list goes on
Moments of personality quickly gone
Infection spreads when treatment fails,
The first time that I met you
I had no idea that you would mean
Absolutely nothing
But curly hair and jeans.
You met me in my darkest time;
Full of anger, fear, and pain.
THE MOST UBER EPIC AWESOME SUPERB EPIC SUPER DUPER AWESOME SWEET COOL……………..EPIC, POEM. An Ode, if you will.
There’s no blood in my alcohol system, I swear to drunk I’m not God.
What is infinite?
The power within me is limitless,
these words flow out during a rainy evening
as I come with a confidence so definitive
I could have told you two years ago what my mission is.
L: is for the losers who have no heart
O : is for the only thing that keeps us apart
V: is vivacious you look each night
E: is every time I think of you it is hindsight
He said
This is our f****n’ city
A city rocked with a blast
A city numbed in the aftermath
A city littered with shards of deadly metal
A city clinging together
He said
Life too short to live the same day twice.
You cant stop life,
You cant rewind it,
You cant skip to the future,
It hits us! Always in the beginning we feel good, peaceful, warm. This will last forever… we always think that. It ends up to be cold, bitter and sour.
warped metal dives into the ripples ofvirgin natureit dips & a suspended breath laterwe feel itwe in the belly of the crunching beastthe positive G forces lift me upmolecule by molecule
I wake up every morining for school, but gess what no one cares.
I go on to class thinking about everyone else.
Such strange thoughts surround me
The soul of the wise in this body of youth cries out in uncertain desire
The love of purity and strength is ignored by shields of ignorance, stupidity, laughs
I woke up early in the morning
When I looked out the view was boring
All I saw was old homes and grey cement
No more green orchards
Now I was tortured
Stuck looking at the rubble
Once, a boy goaded on by his friends
yelled “BORDERHOPPER” in my face.
(I must have a very large stride, then,
to have hopped the Pacific Ocean.)
To be fair, it was middle school.
What do I want?
I want to hold out my hand and stop your tears
Did you know it’s worth it?
Life, I mean
As I sit here writing, I am waiting.
Waiting for my shift to end,
Waiting for the sun to set,
Waiting for the boy I like to text me first.
Trivial things that don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things.
So far, my life has been boring
Everything I know could be put in a box
It's silly; I live in a world worth exploring
I know there is an entire world outside my door
All I need to do is go to the shore
Greed pulsates through our veins,
bitterness sit on our lips
and destruction lies behind long lashes.
Time has passed quickly, has it not?
Another September come and gone
Hopes and desires of change this time around
Wondering if there is a reason beyond oneself
Blue is the primary color that reaches me,
I told him, many times
many times
To remind me when
The earth begins to jolt-
Yet he smiles
(pant, pant)
Red tongue with slobber
Tell me, tell me, tell me why you look at me that way
Your eyes scream everything that your lips don't wanna say
7 billion people in this world, somehow you're all alone
Little Things by Dillon D.
Our selfish desires can blind us
when they become our god.
They make us forget
all of our blessings.
Be thankful of the little things.
A roof over your head,
Are you afraid, are you left cold
By the thought of our parting,
The final separation
On that lonely day
Somewhere in the distance,
The unknowable future that
Folds the Now and the Then
Write.
Weigh each word on the scale of perfection -
Only perfection -
Settle for no less.
Bind each word together with a silver thread
Upon which could hang the very weight of nations.
I promise YOU this,
As Life goes on days will turn brighter
Pain is only temporary and this too shall pass
Come along with me and you will eventually see what's it like to become free
Everything Matters to Me !
If I didn't have my parents
I would not have been here today
I am 17 years of age and
yes I been through it all
but the question is
What Matters ?
The sponge scrubs the surfaceof the plate, scrubs grime,rhythmically back and forthin time to the musicplaying through the speakersin the kitchen, round and round,back and forth, round and round,
What happened to having fun while having a little class?
What happened to those fairytale lifestyles where nothing mattered as long as you were enjoying life?
Two Glassy Worlds,
They cannot be ignored, but pass by me often
They’re rare, but common here
They’re unwanted, but needed.
Give me rest
from the test
from pressure
of not being sure
if im less
if i need to be more
whats the best
who decides success
i feel like just a pawn
Back home I spent a lot of time in the rain.I spent hours walking around my neighborhoodNot in light sprinklings or simple showers,but in the heavy downpours that punctuated my childhood.
Eyes closed and stomach churning,
My horse, my partner, underneath me,
Waiting for our chance to run.
Through the saddle I can feel his heart beat,
Matches mine, which is racing in my chest,
Confusion
An emotion so strong it hurts,
Pain worse than any broken bone.
In love, the pounding heart is tangible, true,
The woods are silent tonight
There is not even a peep in it
All of a sudden there is a light
It grows larger by the minute
The animals run for their lives
trying not to breath in the smoke
You might walk by her
The one you shall not remember, or try to forget
The ordinary girl with her nose in a book
And her mind in an imaginary world, a better place
She reads by the light of the stars
I met a man who chased his dreams
By walking between the clouds
After his other dreams had abandoned him.
He thought that standing on a rope between poles
Was the best way to be brave
I am a punk rockerRocking out to the drunken moon.
I am the moon drunken on the everlasting plea for the sun's rays to shine on him.
I am the super sun shining for a day that never ends.
Love is a blazing fire
Radiating from the bottom of the soul
The flames are hungry, searching, craving
They find their victims and attack
The beautiful pain encircles,
My family is here everyday,
we are all together.
We are stronger together,
we are better together.
My brother starts my day,
he's always happy in every way.
He's always laughing,
Tired of being unable to drive
Makes me feel like I’m nothing inside
I have the license but without the key
There is no way for me to fly free
If they’d only let me go, then maybe they’d see
In a time when all my hopes were dim,
You were the candle that brightened my day.
When my circumstances were all too grim,
You were with me all the way.
When I said I lost and was ready to quit,
Birthplace of Jazz, City of Festivals , Mardi Gras City, Paris of the South, The Queen of the Mississippi
I am from long winding roads,
from polaroid photos and old story books,
I am from the brick house at the dead end street,
laughter and comfort.
I am from the tall trees,
the snowflakes,
On this day, the fifth of MayWe find our anecdote in worry, livid with the gibberishMrs. Tarr had recently spoke,
Seventh grade—a history simulation:
Cut as many cars out as possible, must meet Mother Russia’s quota
In a frenzy, I end up slicing myself, a few drops fall on the paper, scarlet on white
I want to make the impossible
Grab ahold and don't let go,
My mind knows which way to turn
They all said she was beautiful.
Beautiful in that sort of
Unconventional way,
The kind that scorches your heart
—fiercely, passionately—
Leaving scars in its wake,
But wonder in its
Based on a set ofFibonacci cheat codes,And an almight being;We all came from oneFlower stemWhich postioned us as petals
Just another jacket flung on the couch,
Just another book on the shelf.
The fire growing ever so warmer in the fire place,
They lay cuddled near its warm embrace.
Just another hour, another day,
So many wars,settling scores,fighting for riches,but leaving us poorThey say “believe us,”they only deceive us,if you look closely,their lies are egregious
Do not with your tongue speak,
Those three words that make fools weak.
Love we say, and is that okay?
I transcribe these thoughts
From my head
In hopes of mental relief
So that I can go to bed.
But now that I’ve begun,
I cannot stop or slow down.
These words just keep pouring
And tumbling out.
Poetry is calming
Poetry is smooth
when the moments are bombing
and your thoughts bring the Black Mood
Poetry is living
It's like you don't see
When I look into your eyes
That shining sparkle
That can only bring me pain
The essence of my sadness
I can tell something has changed
I just can't tell what.
I can see it in your face,
And feel it in my gut.
when i hit the field the crowd starts to scream. I sit here thinking this could only be a dream. no way, i never thought i would see this day. It all started with my tryouts in may. All the blood sweat and tears through the years.
Typically first impressions make an impact,
But what happened to 'don't judge a book by it's cover'?
Whenever we pass someone on campus, what do we see?
We see Ray Bans, Toms or Nike,
I am a tree in a forest of trees
At first glance, there's nothing special about me
We're worn down - some more than the rest
We've stood through each storm, through every test
Life before seems foreign!
A tender touch from a mother,
a kind word from a father.
A carefree personality.
No worries
I ran through the the early feilds of spring
Without a fear
Another twenty-four hours
My eyes burned another hole in the wall
Gunshot wounds from my Civil War
Cant get up so I'm learning to crawl
My sister and her friend
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast
but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast.
Too much weed and valley girl, she said.
I met this girl who lives in Jersey
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast
but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast.
Too much weed and valley girl, she said.
I met this girl who lives in Jersey
So many people,
Fear themselves
‘I am ugly, but
I want to be loved
These words I shall repeat
Until they are untrue’
To sleep perchance to dream
But you got it wrong Shakespeare
I dream perchance to sleep
I only sleep eight hours a day
But I dream constantly
I dream dreams that give purpose to my life
I grew up in a world of loud silence.
As a child of an interpreter, I became immersed into the deaf community as much as she was,
watching to listen, motioning to speak, trading my voice for talking hands.
A crickety seasaw with an invisible old man on the other end.
You go up and down,
sometimes close to falling,
but you hold on, nonetheless.
To those whom I have failed
For the three minutes I have
To speak words left unsaid
Forgotten
Then draped like a vestige
One
One Two
One Two Three
Heart beats quickly
To the rhythm of Life, there is only
One drum
Lighting the flames of mistakes
Only to be put out by the Love that was Found
What is it with people?
Is it my face?
Is it my hair?
or perhaps my race?
Does it really matter,
Or should I really care?
I mean, after all...
It's my life, not theirs.
Innocence is chaste, its pure
Positive connotations to infinity
Make a quick rotation
Maybe it’s 17, and you’re running down the road at 2 am, hoping that the boy you love is running
Life is full of hashtags
#YOLO, #mylifesucks, #ihatemylife
Well people don't realize there are many who are worse off
So be thankful, you brat! Hashtag your life like:
#i'mblessed, #ilovelife, #sothankful
Giving Up So Easily
Seems like the best thing
Youve tried to make it work
but everythings tells you no!
Giving up or Giving in
which one has more of a consequence
There's always people on the streets
Where ever I go.
No matter the location of city,
No matter where we drive,
If you look off to the side,
You can see a person
With their clothes on their back,
Drop back fade to black
Vanish now away, away
Never be seen, never be heard
Vanish now away, away
To be unseen is how I am
To be clear like glass, away from their eyes
I hope you never kiss your mother
With that mouth
Hatred would pour from your lips
Filling the one person who loves you
I was raised by men as hateful as you
If I have a daughter,
I hope that she’s beautiful,
Not that I care what she looks like,
But because others do.
I hope that she is loved for her personality,
And that she has the strength,
they say that She's a writer
with the beautiful song written for Her
catchy lyrics craftily stolen through a contract
with hardly a credit to the artist's name
so they say that She's a singer
Anyone can handle being accepted,But how will you or me accept rejection.Some find it saddening,While others find it frustrating.When you feel strongly about someone,You just cant let it be.
I act
I act on stage
I act for myself
I act for my audience
I act to my audience
I act to myself
I am on stage
I act
You act
You act to me
You act to yourself
we all see
what may never be
the world turns
time stops
yet life goes on
we feel pain
the anxiety
the fear
best concluion is
to face it head on.
I was only ten when I became anorexic.I was starving myselfin order to become plastic.Now I am strong, but I look around to seePeople trying to tell memy lack of beauty.
A young girl just the age of six
Awakes one Friday morning
Happy to begin her day
Her mind she'll be exploring.
She combs her curls and says goodbye
To her mother dear
It’s a drink on Saturday nights,
But you better be at church on Sunday.
It’s high school football, Friday night lights,
We all dread work on Monday.
The late summer nights, starry and warm,
The life we live may not necessarily be the life we want
But we have to live it any way we can
Never regret the decisions you make
Because even the biggest mistakes will teach you the most valuable lessons
As I approach the finish line
of a very rewarding four years
I feel a lot of relief and excitement
My little feet
alone on the playground
they run away from me
No
they’re not scared
their footprints fade into the distance
I tell myself
The mom in the van with a worried look on her face
Just two streets to go and she’ll see her son’s face
She mentally checks things off her list at a lightning fast speed
Come on light, she says, change to green
Don't do it
So you aren't perfect after all
No one asked you to be
Neither am I
Neither is he
Neither is she
We all have a purpose
Find it
Lets make a difference
Only the age of twelve
Was she
When sold into the commerce of
Sex slavery
Misfortune and injustice are
All she’s ever known
Her purity, untimely taken away
Her own body overthrown
I do not mind your judging eyes
I do not mind your hatred.
I do not mind what lies beneath your mask
When I see the sun setting
I think of you.
I think of the way that same sun shines
upon your face, your eyes
twinkling in the bright light.
I think of how many days we have spent
The ball flies off the tee across the field
Boom! The first hit of the game
Leaving it all on the field not holding back
Team more than me
The crazy feeling you get when you hit someone to the ground
I feel it
It starts at the bottom of my heart and trickles down
Into the pit of my stomach
Then lower
Until it reaches my soul
I want to know
What happens to love lost
When it hurts will we still see why we got together promise not to ever be temporary
Because I can’t take it anymore
I need you in my life
You make me laugh when I don’t want to
You hold me when I don’t your love
It was there, always there
In the corner stood that table,
The table of joy and sadness.
The table had always been there.
From the first time you came home,
To the last time you sat on it.
So here's the thing-
We're all on earth.
Everyone is
from the moment of birth.
And while we're here,
our goal should be
to love others
instead of loving "me".
It takes one to know one,
which is what I've been shown.
It's human nature to care yet also to be solitary
which is why we have stars on a team who take the ball and carry
the entire team yet rely on the others
Freedom -a return of serotonin and peace,
without any drugs there's a pressure release.
Relief from worry, suffering and pain,
light and sound don't bother, being simply plain.
By law Its not ok to discriminate to people based on race.
By religion Its not ok to be mean to someone based on looks or wealth.
By society Its not ok to be mean to someone based on beliefs.
Your sweet red curls bounce and sway in the wind
Your smile lights up the world
Your heart is so loving to others
Poetic days
Lyricas dreams
Emotional nights
and Sensational dreams
Elements of life
Events to me
So poetically dedicated
and proud to be
Luxurious thoughts
beautiful scenes
Love is such a simple word
However the power behind it can put a person in a whirl
I can never say I knew love
Nor the powers it contained
I am an erased soul
Inside of me
Happiness is never set free
Passed are the times of cumbersome
And I noticed the monster I have become
I lift my foot up
Stepping into the next chapter of your life.
Your gaze hits the vase as your sitting at the table.
You notice rose petals have landed in the water.
The young quiet girl with baby blue eyes,
I see her in school,
I see how she hides,
But hides what I dont know.
The young quiet girl who never did speak,
I see her get bullied,
In honor of
citizens of color
standing for the prize
civil rights, freedom, brotherhood
Being battered by the storms
long nights of exile in one's own land
preaching non-violence
Misophonia
Overloaded tortured table, stunning silver, growing feast, smells good.
Stomach grumbling, mouth drooling, tongue twitching, can’t
Wind whips me
As I soar through
My breathing gets knocked out
Trying to Pull air back into my lungs
But all was silent
As I finally made it
I checked my back
With wings no more
I'm wishing on a star
Waiting for my dreams to come true
Still all alone in my dark little room
Just waiting for my wish to be realized
I'm just a girl
With a withered past
and blurry future.
I can't tell you much about where I come from..
At least not when you ask about ym parents.
All I know is my dad's black,
I'm a bastard child.
Night. The darkness ebbs around me as a fight for some purchase, for a little bit of leeway as I try to find my bearings. Once that dreaded call of nighttime rolls around, it begins again.
Lets see where to begin,the process of that fire burning passion,first started talking and things were popping .But eventually reality started crumbling down and things stopped.The guy I thought was my knight and shining armor was just a dumb azz
Rain can make a the day gloom.
Rain can make the day shine blue.
I sit back, relax, and enjoy the soothing sounds of rain droplets hitting my window's side.
Eventually it all sound's as one.
The Suit of happiness, It is all that they see.They think they know everything about me,If they just take one good look at me.But they cant see.Their blinded by this so called happy me.They cant see the depressed,lonel
Beating of heart
Growing ever faint
Your smile still strong
I try to smile back
You first came into this world
So very unique
I did not want to fall in love
I did not want to get hurt
Beating of heart
Growing ever faint
Your smile still strong
I try to smile back
You first came into this world
So very unique
I did not want to fall in love
I did not want to get hurt
Gushing life. Dripping in crimson
Raindrops bestow forth from the grey
The sparkle in Your eyes betrays so much more
I look up at You as You cry out from pain
Pieces of iron in hand and in foot
You whisper the words
The aching of heart
Hidden tears etched into soul
Caverns of desperation
Pillaged of joy
“What is the source of your pain?” I wail
Divided soul
Divided life
Racing past at such great a speed
We get to choose the details we heed
The pace is set
It won’t slow down
We have only one chance
To race or to drown
Swirling past
I’m more than just a toy.
I’m not a valueless thing.
I’m not all about the fame, fortune, money, or bling.
I’m not “your woman” and certainly not a whore.
I’m me no matter what you do -
What do 'I' want?
Aye, my constellation tells me
tells me I'm content
everyday giving favors
sacrificing my happiness
Tell me I'm naive
Tell me not to carry the world
Cuz I'm wont
The world is a puzzle I have to put together.
Glass pieces, smooth corners,
but most of all, a broken picture.
It's all wrong, and I have to fix it,
but this picture comes alive
The days we aren't together are hard to bear
So sad and lonely it makes my heart tear
Sometimes it gives me quite a scare
lately, i've been losing sleep
wait--has it been lately?
because i see another story with eyes sunken deep
i think it's been years
when i couldn't discern between minutes and hours
A chance to change the world,
meaning not just by heart and soul,
but even by actions and words,
that can once again make us whole.
The creator gave humanity a choice,
This feeling we share is endless
Our memories are forever
Though I may have moved on from you
Alas! What a troublesome sight this night is,
Your silhouette on the wall I idolize,
As you dance to and fro, mocking me so,
Who is he who protects our life?
The patriot, whom we often disregard
Why? His honor and love so rife
Living in a world of pure strife
The patriot gives all
Who is he who protects our life?
If music is a mirror revealing the depths of my heart
Then I will write the darkest song
For without forgiveness my soul is lost
All that is hope within destruction comes from You
Every little kid admires an adult
every adult wishes to be an minor
as we grow we realize that not all is for us
and not everything was made for just one
Every morning is a fight to change the future
It feels like there is
So much to say
But the words aren’t flowing right, like
The sun slides below the horizon,
Like silver over ice,
Burning across the sky on its descent,
Receding as you please.
Night crashes,
Winding the broken clock,
Swallowing the stars' light,
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
Who are you?
You! With your surmising glances,
You who lies in wake, desperate, for blood
Funny.
Could you please take a look at youremail before the clock strikes twelve
On second thought, maybe all your students are emailing in hope you receive
Notification of any kind would surely be swell
Slave to the beat of the sewing machine
Working here since thirteen
Eventually I will escape hell
Attire is all I smell
The black smog fills my lungs
Surroundings covered in dung
Someday I hope to be surrounded by the glamour
Encompassed by the sound of the indistinct cameras
I take a look around for the long exposure panorama
But I wake up to the pounding of a steal nose hammer
Days when you were always around
So much of you it was even possible to drown
I remember when I took you for granted
Granted, I never knew your enchantment
Now, all that is left of you is a tear
"we'll pray for youyou're just confused.it's just a phase.everyone goes through this."
goes through what, exactly?
I'm still the same old me
Why can't you see that I
Am the good guy here
I don't try to deny that I'm weird
But only if you just tried and listened with your ears
You imply I don't speak the truth
Each poem read has un written story
Each line written is apart of the history of the writer.
In order to write one must feel
and in order to feel one must suffer.
Suffering is what hurts the most
They say I'm crazy
Because I am not like them
The World is Changing
Wearing different Clothes
Suits and Ties box me in
I am lost in them
My mind releases
My heart is like a puzzle set,broken clear into.From all the guys I've ever met,who hurt me through and through.But you're the one who heals the breaks,and turns away the blue.
It’s crippling.
Fog clogging up every thought and sense.
Like the thousands of baby snails that clogged up the filter in the fish tank.
They all died.
Not that they’d known what living was.
when your support fails. you feel unworthy, uncompitent and most of all shame. that you put them trough it, untill they hit the breaking point. when your foundation crumbles you dont know what to do. the only thing you can do is cry.
i sat in my imagination
recreated music videos
imagined my skin bleached
by the lights
as the music made my hair
feel long,
Hear the crying of her soul,
as we smother her treasures,
the wonders to behold.
Feel her tremble beneath our feet,
as we tear down her gifts,
and she lies there in defeat.
Six dead in Florida
So hot, so hot
Lines of cars wrapping around
The city, droves of people
A frenzy of flies
Escaping the sky
Calm and quiet luring some back
It was so hot
Once I had a friend
Once I changed locations
She had made the preparations
of my departure from there
to here
I didn’t think much of it
she was so worried of our end
So many people are lost in their ways,
Having lost their bearings, strayed in sea,
Drops of water fall on my plate, ready to spill. The search for answers, the clock is ticking still. Answer my question...why am I still alive? Is it for a reason, to find the meaning of life? I'll just have to do or die.
It’s the sight of your mother throwing up in the kitchen,
Her face red as a tomato,
For whatever reason, unable to keep the food down.
It’s the smell of your pug’s pee soiling the carpet,
I’m tired of hearing the word“Christian”I don’t want to hear about yourChristianity,I want to see it.
It’s funny that when you start
Teachers tell you that you’re smart.
That you can go anywhere you please,
As if getting there will be a breeze.
You continue on your way,
When you walked away and left me here, did you know that I still loved you?
When you discarded me for another did you fear your heart would be as empty as mine?
You have been brought down at last!
Finally, I see you as you really are,
as only a friend from the past,
Tears run,And shadows crawl,For all of those who've lost it all.
Food is less,And hunger more,All our hope is out the door.
Sorrow hearts,And weakened souls,As we hold our empty bowls.
He Loves her
With every inch of him he does
Yet despite his biggest efforts
He gets no help from above.
But he knows he loves her
Though she may never know
I look in the mirror
only to see a mosaic
put together with imperfections
I look down at my size 9 feet
Wishing they were a size 5
My eyes travel upwards
Feeding off dump sitesGovernment preaching about human rightsThe minds hunger now difficult to fightThe authority’s pledge I’ve learnt to reciteInsanity, poverty for eternity
Dear Bully, what you do not see is that I am stronger than you.
Dear Bully, if you stood in my place you would see the hell you put me through.
Dear Bully, why, oh why, do you do what you do?
Freedom comes at a high cost
in our country and in many
it is won by a war
of injustice and control
Many people do not see
the value freedom has
to those unfairly treated
It always feels good
to be proud of yourself
for an accomplishment you made
or something you're good at
You have a glow about you
when you feel good
about something you did
We all want that fairy tale ending
that we see all the time in the movies
when the princess gets her Princess Charming
or the guy gets the girl
and they live happily ever after
What is this feeling I can't seem to control?
Deep, deep inside me I no longer feel whole.
The world around me seems to be moving fast,
but no matter how hard I try, I'm stuck in the past.
whenever i drive by cemeteriesi hold my breath and try to count from six hundred and seventy eightdown to onebecause six hundred and seventy eight is the number of steps
Your petals posses a rich vibrancy that glows within,You remind me of my dad,He has a beautiful complexion and rich tan skin,
Engrained in the very fiber of our culture,
Fundamental to our identity,
They say it empowers and protects us,
They say that guns make us American,
Our language is corrupt with its influence,
I want to be in the clouds
To reach the top
To stand in the heavens
My neck strains as I stand at the base
Of my mountain
Now that I have gotten so close
It is harder to see the clouds
A story is a story,
It begins strong and passionate.
Characters are introduced.
A location is created.
A story is a story,
It builds onto the foundation.
Character is developed.
Soft muzzle nuzzles my handWarm breath dances like smoke through the airIt's a cold day, but my heart is warm - for onceI wonder if he knowsTrapped in a place I can't leave
Her voice is fading from my mind,As time rushes on without her.The time for warm hugs to bindus have long since passed.
In a couple of months everything that once was so familiar will be left behind, like when a child no longer needs their blanky for comfort.
No longer will we run into bed next to our mommies for protection or to just cuddle and talk.
Oh she doesn't love me
this place has turned wicked
making me earn chips
making me burn bridges
With him in mind she loses sight of who she is
And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told
And who would believe what had been done to her
A little girl staring at a blank wall
sitting only on a sullied pallet
An unclothed man down the hall
looks out from a cage
A baby boy with a deformity
lays abandoned in a crib
Cries and moans echo
Dream of a world in which the seas do not shove,And in which the tide never declines offers,And where the clouds are more reliable.Dream of where the grass can be whatever color you please,
I have tried to play the game
to smile, to laugh and do as
everyone else has
The trouble is the mask doesn't fit
The smile cracks
The laugh dies
I see how it works
The thing you give to
the person you love the most
is also the weapon
that hurts you more than most
Standing in his Navy blues,
Heading for a life he decided to choose,
Never knowing if I'd hear the news,
Of his life I couldn't loose.
In his arms, he held me tight.
As the tears I tried to fight.
I remember the day clearly
bewilderment, agony, pain
I stepped outside, greeted by the harsh, bitter cold
as if the weather knew by
matching the very feelings I held to you
Driving down my street and what do I see?
Groups of young men that all have the potential to be
future LAWYERS, DOCTORS, TEACHERS, and DENTISTS
but they don't see this; they THINK the truth is
Yelling at a closed door
Feeling full of grudge and war
Eyes brimming with pearl shaped tears
Differing views are full of fears.
Sometimes things are somewhat good
When we're made of brick and wood
To love and to be loved are two different things; especially to a girl.
In order for a girl to love, she needs to be loved.
On the other hand, in order for a man to love,
"Be not a person who lays down on the job, who fakes it to get by.
You'll be in an unhappy job," said my mother.
"Cut the crap and get over yourself, you're just an attention-seeking teen."
Looking out across the darkness,
I stand with my hair wipping all around me,
My flowery sundress blowing along with it.
Below me I see the ocean,
Above me the stars are starting to appear.
The sons of mortal men seek to diminish my existence,
They concentrating their energy on breaking my resistance,
To that Bullsh*t,
All up in my ear with nonsense,
Depression.
It’s like being trapped in a dark tunnel.
You are cold.
With nobody to keep you warm,
As they wrap their arms around you.
You are alone.
Nobody is there for you;
Nobody ever was.
Opening my eyes slowly,
All I see is white,
Oh wait there might be a string, maybe black
Voices I hear, "Tell me where it is hurting?"
Cold metal that seems to caress my heart
I am hurting everywhere
On September 22, I tore us apart
Muting all of the beats that flew through my heart
Silencing the river of love that quenched my soul
Ripping away all of the feelings that I never could control
I ended us
Model of a human, in this you'd surely see,
It's a part of every one of us, to each heart it holds a key.
Sometimes it trips us up when we're heading for success,
Alone.
A hole.
A sadness.
A blue comfort.
My heart is a lonely hunter
Who spends its life
Grime and sweat of our days events
Cling to our skin like everlasting hints
Now it's time to end this day
With our last and final play
Waiting for our signal to go
Sounding with a trumpets blow
Ever since i was small, all ive ever had a heart for was children. Sure im generally a chill person but there's always this thing with me when it comes to adults.
You only write once is a very true statement. My generation is motivated by money, power, and respect. My hunger was always driven by intellect. A good education is something intangible that can't be taken away.
I step into the cauldron
The fire liquid washes over but doesn’t burn
Instead I feel relief but know that I singe
Here she is in treacherous water.Here she thought she could saunter.Amongst the darkest depths she’d wander,Only to find she had grown fonder.
I feel a heavy weight
Weighing down on me
Blocking my entrance to the pearly gates
Setting my inner demon free
I don't want this life...
Full of constant restrain and strife
Her breakfast starts on a mirror,
Shaped and formed out in lines.
A soft cry out in fear,
One day back in SeptemberAll those many days ago,Though now hard to remember,I wrote you an “I miss you” note.I told of how I loved youHow close you were to my heartI said some things about us two;
1. Late night trains going by a dark apartment
2. Cold Campbell’s from the can
3. $5 left in the back of your wallet
4. Goodwill
Success is engraved in my brain
More knowledge –I don’t complain
Stupidity is the cousin of ignorance
Why y'all still messing with racism
Lets change the world a bit
Our generations was left with shit
As she to brightened petals flits,
Her golden hue on blossoms lits;.
‘Twixt thorny earth and sapphire skies;
On paper wings, she trembling flies.
I'm drowning.
Weighed down under the surface of the sea,
bubbling, gushing into everything.
Fire
The flames
Burning, ashes, smoldering.
My future
The same
No chance
No help
No funds
No way
I need
A degree
To be free
i tried to die.
my heart was broken.
my life's story, a simple statistic.
she left me.
she used me.
she left me alone.
with him.
whom i loved.
though he hated me.
It was as unfamiliar to me-
As is the arduous trenches hidden by the sea.
It was as natural to me-
As it the comfort of an over-worn sweater.
Sometimes, in the middle of a cold, windy day, I like to sit in the middle of the street.
A glance from you shatters stars in the sky
The pieces crumble
They fall into the ocean, where they’re washed by the salt
Of the tears of men whose hearts you’ve broken before mine
At Eight years old, you believed superman was your real hero.
At eight years old, my mom was mine and she needed to heal.
You didnt believe superman ever took off his cape.
Our love is like a lightbulb on its last hours of life
Frantically it flicks on and off and on and off
It clings to its last bit of ennergy before it burns out and is replaced
In the name of Allah,
I start this letter,
As a child I dreamed of many dreams,
It's a peculular thing; life,
One goes through everyday struggles,
Yet never does it end,
The endless torment,
So what can be done?
We can kill the problemers,
People have the strength to conquer their problems in lifeThey don’t have to let their fears slash through like a knifeThis I believeHow do I believe this, you ask?Well, I have been put up to this task
What goes around comes around like a tetherball
But when I make it rain you won't talk if the weather falls
Sometimes I wanna jump out a plane without a parachute
As I turn back and say goodbye,
I can't help but wonder:
Is this for the best?
Nevermind if I feel regret in leaving
Because if it were right then I would stay.
The walls of the halls are
Stark, white, narrow
Constricting,
But they're the bone to her marrow
Speak now or forever hold your peace,
But what peace is there when fear is breathing down my neck?
What peace is there when the shadows on the wall appear to be that exact fear?
Hah! Death, I scoff at the word. How silly people fear what they know NOTHING about. "Death; the destruction or extinction of something." Destruction? Extinction? You have no idea! The person is at a place far better than this world.
Growing up can be something to get accustomed to
You don’t know who you are just yet
You try to find the real you
Birthed from the ashes, like a phoenix perhaps?
The dress dares to be strikingly close to the color of said bird
Clipped wings give you reassurance,
Relieved?
Seeing is to believe, and believing is to dream. Dreaming isn't opening our eyes to reality but giving us the ability to build a new mentality.
She is Distant & Unavailable
making her unatainable.
I am Fearless & Untameable
making me insatiable.
Our
Souls
Will
Not
Be
Harnessed
I asked the snow why it descended its colorless flakes,
And it ceased as the morning commenced;
I asked the Sun why he refused to radiate so brilliant,
And he yawned as he arose into the ashen sky;
I Praise with my hands folded
And my knees bended.
I’ll Praise standing and seated,
Wherever I might be.
Praising with a trail in front of me
When I was little I was fascinated by my body.I wasn’t even 60 pounds and yetalready known for looking down.People thought I stared at the groundbut instead I was watching my feet,
Words have power beyond our control.
The power to heal, the power to kill,
They tell what has happened, and sometimes, what will.
Words paint pictures that are vivid and full.
You say it's the light that comes from within,
Bright and sunny is how you've always been.
Your smile would light up the room and you weren't afraid to dream,
Nothing could harm you so it would seem.
Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard!
-futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back..
My affliction.
my burden. MY BURDEN. carry, drag.
Lost within my own
If life were only poetry,
I would write my life away.
Avoiding the constant struggle,
When hardships stop to "play".
If life were but simplicity,
A constant epiphany i would vow.
A black that I desperately want to be grey
fills my soul to the tip
whispering to me the knowledge I know very well
It sings to me of days I'll never experience again
laughs at me for the regret I hold inside
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 feel this flame
Shall we all burn together
All of us who believe
Believe in the one true above
And if we should die tonight
We shall raise a glass
A glass of fire
To show this world
Personal Lyrics? I'll give you some personal lyrics.
Dissed by my class 'cause I'm not actually hip
making me release a full clip of emotions onto this paper
but I guess I now no longer mind be labeled the quiet stranger
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I've never been the superstitious type, but there's something about that's so supernatural. But yet it feels so natural everytime I look at you. And I felt us drawing close before I even met you.
You only write once
So this is my only chance
To express what’s inside
Even though sometimes I wanna hide
Because the pain is real and the hurt is deep
The scent of steak on the grill,
The tire swing, swinging in the wind.
The laughter of kids in the pool,
Brown hair,
Green eyes,
The perfect disguise.
Blue tears,
Sad lies,
Socety hurt her.
Too fat,
Too pale,
Screams in the dark.
Too late,
So sad,
Words have killed her.
I am here.
Alone.
Engulfed by the masses, a sea of blissful ignorance.
Yet still,
Alone.
It is so loud.
So very loud...
Almost too loud.
I wonder where words go when they’re broken
When lives just get in the way
I wanna go to the land where lost things go
Will you be waiting for me there
Like the sequoia we look to the sky
No one understands the pain that I go through,
they say it's just a phase, something we all do,
but I'm not part of "all" I'm unique and set apart
by the things that define me, my actions and my heart.
Screaming hurts
But I need to
They can't hear me
But still
They have to
I've been trapped
Too long
I feel my breath leaving
I have to scream
But it hurts
Read my eyes to find pain,
Caused by you, but not in vain.
In those same eyes love had been,
"Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver."
- Cointess Markievick
A fire burns in my chest I can not control or dampen
Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far,far far away from here.
Make my wings strong and willful,
lighter then my heavy heart
and my feathers so pale and golden
The barista cries,
One skim milk, vanilla latte,
with a double shot of social injustice!
My hands wrap around a steaming cup of
a million years in a landfill.
The silkworm sleeps a long slumber,
Is burned before life can be breathed again,
Her body is boiled,
Her bedchambers broiled,
Now decorate the bodies of affluent ladies of good renown,
Him and Me
The way it should be
US alone, in OUR own home
But you see, him and me are too young to be.
I sit among the trees looking up at the sky.
My thoughts ponder and ask the question why?
Why does it feel like I’m slowly dying?
The guys open doors for you,
The people never seem blue.
No apologizes for loving Christ.
I can get a house for the right price!
Life starts out so simple
As the flowers begin to bloom,
You see their vibrant colors
And, to you, there is no gloom.
The summer sun grows hotter
As you begin to sweat,
What do when everything feels like it is falling slowly into a million little pieces?
Just one thing after another,
Crash, crash, crash,
I want to cry but don’t know how,
Crash, crash, crash,
I am alone and curious,
I wonder what you think about me,
I hear the little things said,
I see the beautiful place I’d like to be,
I want all my bad thoughts to walk away,
I am alone and curious,
I never knew loving you would hurt. I did everything in my power to make it work. Nobody else around me feels this hurt. Just teach me to love you, help me learn. I wanna know what it takes to please you.
I cannot touch you
Not physically
Yet emotinally and mentally I manage to do.
You're so far away
But so close to me
I tell you goodnight at the end of the day.
I wish I we could meet
With closed eyes and a steady heartbeat
She reached toward the door quite gently
Sick of livi Sick of living a life full of deceit
She yearned to no longer feel weak and empty
“The End is Near”
The truth is what they believe,
They are found here
Sleeping in streets every eve.
The stench spiked the senses
Stinging the nostrils this due to,
The soot that dispenses
I open my eyes,
bad thoughts in my head,
as I find the motivation,
to roll out of bed.
I brush my teeth.
I comb my hair.
I throw on some clothes,
whatever's there.
I trudge to my truck,
You drank yourself away to somewhere new,
somewhere you thought would be better.
But every night, you just cried
and cried
and cried
until you drowned in your own tears.
I saw your work of art today,
And they say behind every artist there is a story,
behind every painting, an emotion.
So, why do you feel this way?
How much pain did it take to make that Masterpiece?
Society. It drives me.
Family. They guide me.
Money. It rules me.
Fear. It consumes me.
Hate. It alludes me.
Desire. It fuels me.
Where I Am From
I am from coffee in the morning to Maxwell House at night.
I am from the feel of soft carpet mixed with the vivid smell of roses.
Passion,
Blood boiling, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach, nervous palms,
Passion.
Me, gazing at you from afar.
Wondering who you are,
your thoughts,
your desires.
Passion.
My abilities are beyond thought,
Take me and you’ll see.
If you attempt me,
You will never escape free.
Only try me one time and
I’ll think about letting you go.
But try me twice
They are said to be the best,
They are said to be the worst.
They can make you,
And they can break you.
You will learn much
Over these years;
Will you learn all
That you need?
Blank
The page is blank
What should I write?
Should it be a sad poem?
How about a poem about death?
Love Poems?
What should I write?
You only write once
No more clicks,
Just touch screen tips.
Detached from reality,
Virtual scenic.
Heads nod, but only
Like sorrow--
One direction.
"It is cool that I borrow...
Your wifi, bro?"
you
are not a tiny meticulous detail to be dissected
by my scalpel, over
you
my being cannot pulsate
with the power of detachment from those puerile, violently beating organs
i cannot control
Shes beautiful and she knows it,Even though her body disagrees. Shes weak physically but doesn't not try,As she has a strong will and doesn't want to die.
All i want to do is play
instead of doing work all day.
With all the homework and the tests,
Its a miracle I have time for rests.
As more work piles up and you start to stress,
Fire Renews
Fire, it's the renewer of life
How? You may ask
When it's caused so much strife
Let me unmask
Fire, it readily destroys
As we walked through the doors
Our hearts were racing, scared to death of what we'd be facing
The next four years, we would be in this place
The next four years, we would learn every face
Science is the world coming alive the moment I open my eyes to look at you and ceasing to exist the moment I close them again, falling into a f
Answer to the blue bird of hope,
Ride the mountains and at the top,
Shout your freedom and your thirst of peace,
A gentle breeze brings a sense of hope
As a young schoolgirl stops and breathes
In the scent of trees, water, and wind
Which permeate the field on which she marches
That field on the grounds of Gettysburg
I yearn to learn what I do not live, knowing it will never all be known.
I flee to see what I have not, knowing it will never all be seen.
I keel to feel what experience brings; knowing it will never all be felt.
It was frigid on that dark winters night. The blank stare of homework was in my eyes. As my brothers came in, she called us all together. Not noticing the mood I waltzed without a care. It was when I sat down that I became aware.
There was a time when this land would flood.
Be saturated, soaking in thick black mud.
The golden sun could not shine
through the iron silver that tarnished the sky.
So every night I'd kneel and pray
Locked in, ride starts, strapped tight, don't try to fight
Up an incline, we feel the car rattle
Just as our life does, the coaster takes flight
Force of gravity and machine battle
Life flashes before us,A brillant silver stream.It sweeps you up and takes you,Takes you on a journey.It's not random, unplannedIt takes you to your destiney,
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” – Hebrews 11:1
I look up at him with open eyes
Trying to open them, perhaps, a little wider
Some I's are easy to read
Some I's are harder
Their O's pronounce ideas like
Love
Awe
Oh
Oh, I get it.
I guess they- we- are all the same.
Burn the house, burn the meadow
Everything but sky turned to shadow
Using flames while being rash
Turning the memories back to ash
#YOWO you only write once
Need a scholarship to fight funds
Wether you have high or low incomes
College costs a lot
And you have to go if you want to boss a lot
Don't give up, on your dreams.
Hold your breath, count to 3.
Close your eyes, sound asleep.
Watch you go, on your run.
Don't let anyone.
Don't let anyone tell you.
Whispered sweet nothings, I find nothing sweet
The cliched line just burn my aching heart
With nervous glances they hurriedly meet
Falling "in love" even before they part
Sin
Cloggin my veins
Causing pain in ways I don't feign
to understand
understand me
I know its there
emotional connections lead to sin infections
How bright the room lights up when you smile
The glow in your eyes makes me melt on the floor
Nothing I want more than to stay
Because every time I leave I just want this even more
Years we've been together
I ride a horse through dreary woods
With crimson marble eyes.
Swamp serpents circle chestnut trees
Whilst I lash blackened thighs.
We cross betwixt the mist and sea
And piercing rays of dawn,
It takes pain to know that you're alive,
That your heart is beating.
That your skin is feeling.
That your lungs are breathing.
It takes passion to know that you have the drive,
Windows painted with no brush
Secrets revealed but on the hush
Clothes on but see through
Vest on but bullet thrushes u
Dead but alive
Her pastel blue dress flowing like a river,
cascading down her legs.
The moon light, casting an iridescent glow
on her already tanned skin.
His suit, black like the night sky above
I look up at many faces,
at all the many places.
so what if I am shorter?
Between me and them, there is no border.
I don't think people should be judged by height.
Toward others, my thoughts are bright.
Hello, my name is Officer. I live to protect and serve.
Behind the scenes I have family,one I don't deserve.
I wake up every morning with a grin on my face.
If I could write away sorrow
Let ink leach from the pen I hold
Onto paper and create a landscape
Where there was a barren wasteland
And that landscape was an oasis
And no one could fight in there
Here to tell you all that we’re all computerized,
Screens are friends, cameras eyes,
My whole generations so syn-chro-nized,
Never lived a day without computers in our lives,
The day we were born, we watched tv,
I saw her there, out in the crowd.
I saw her there, my mind cried aloud.
She wore black, the shade of her hair.
She wore black, the hue of despair.
Alone she sat, in an empty pew.
We live in a world of the sun.
The light casting eternal shadows
Down,
Down,
Down,
Until it hides us who aren't brave enough to shine.
Who really is family ? A question that now at my 17 years old, I'm stuck asking. I was always taught family is only blood and we all watch out for each other. I come from a huge family , so there is no such thing as close family.
All strung together
With an extremely strong tether
But each has its say
On issues facing us today
One proclaims peace
For war to cease
Another promotes love
A dancer is expected to be
tall, long, and thin.
Their balance should rival a cat,
and their grace should make you stare in awe.
When a shorter than average,
larger than average
Warm, soothing,
purring soft ones.
Family, gathered for
communal peace.
Sarcastic, judging,
hurtful words, freezing hearts.
Undoing what a roast has done,
with another.
The dense black fog engulfs all hope,
The shivering bodies trying to cope.
With nothing in sight,
But the gleaming, hallow black eyes,
Scream with piercing cries.
As he creeps on his tippy toes,
There’s a certain kind of sadness,
Sadness that floats in the absence of matter
The distance between your last layer of skin to mine
Screams desperately to conflate and stop time.
A rocky hillock grove
Through softly which
Thy sea-wind blows
By which a single river flows
into the cold loch it goes
Thy Single starry night
A Screaming Babe in her Mother's ams
A Blackend Claw slashes forth accompanied by a Roar
The Oppressor Towers above
I once met a farmer whose name was Brain
He gave me a packet of seeds
All that was needed was sunshine and rain
To grow these flowers, trees, and weeds
And I planted a seed into the ground
My piano plays only for you
For you, are the only on it remembers.
One touch from your hands will make it new.
Its black and white keys have been touched by few,
The notes escaping like fire from embers.
I have always fallen when things get tough
Pain is my weakness that always puts me down
I use to always believe I was never good enough
But now I rise above my whole town
And they will know my name
My life so far has been less than what I have expected
My body, mind and soul have been affected
On September 11,2013 Iost my father,
It burns.
It stretches.
It pulls at my everything.
The song reverberates through my muscles.
Even when I am still,
I am moving,
I am floating,
I am melting into the music.
Losing love like this and that
I'm okay, though my mind's off track
Trouble in store seems to get me where I'm at
Complicated world
And that's a fact
The moment I close my eyes
Smoke creeps into the air suffocating me like an anaconda
Like a sly Inland Taipan striking me with its poisonous venom,
and then nothing...
My chest hurts. It splits and aches and twists.
I cannot express myself enough. No one hears what I say, no one sees what I see.
These words from my heart, from my chest, from my soul – they are the only way to describe me.
Don’t poke the bear, give it a liberating squeeze, that’s the American way, under the red bears lead. An emancipating speech, from under southern cotton sheets, who hands out bloody lessons and yells it the streets.
STRESSED.
Senior year. The year we have all been waiting for. The year we were all eager to start.
Winter Wonderland (Skeltonic Verse)
The sky is bright
and the ground beautiful and white,
during snowball fights
in the afternoon light.
The air is shivering cold,
There is a struggle within myself to do what I love, what I am passionate about; but also find a career and then later provide for the family I am supposed to have
Young and fresh and just out of high school
Remembering how your dad’s medals always looked so cool.
Determined, you head to Camp Lejeune.
After 13 weeks your dream came true; finally, in dress blues.
I used to be sad cause
I've always been different
I've alwas been weird
But now I'm the top of my class
So I don't really care now
Sliding into silence, you approach my open door with roses
rough against your palms and no voice in your bitten mouth. I am starting to scale
my piano, and you listen behind the staircase. I pause, I stand,
I inhale, exhale; and can’t say I’m unwell
Can’t say I’m fly, flying high over wish-taker
Nightmare-maker skyscrapers
But I’m tired.
Rain came, mud splashed all over my white sneakers
I used to sit beside the lake until sunset, then,
Writing about every love I'd ever lost;
Memoirs of a better, worse, different life.
The orb of day fades softly into night Gray blanket clouds sheathe earth in cold embrace Fahrenheit drops as Boreas awakes Swirling in wind, flecks of ice take flight Shifting and reflecting in dim lamplight Frigid flakes sift softly through
Good evening, everyone
How are we today?
Can I get you a drink?
Tea or lemonade?
Water, no lemon
Two Sprites, light ice
Oh, you have Pepsi products?
I guess that will suffice.
The Little Hands
My heart is in two because it covers the news
Guns in the little hands
Home is not a house,
you can hardly call it a place.
It's more like a collection of memories,
spun into an intricate lace.
So when you leave somewhere,
the warmth of familiar faces-
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears.
Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors?
Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free.
One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
The skies become dark
The wind picks up
As the rain starts to pour
Everyone runs for shelter
But as if none of it ever happened
Everything stops
No wind, no rain, even blue skies
The waves crash against the shore
With so much beauty and allure
As the birds skim the water
Feel the summer sun getting hotter
To be alone, go close to dusk
Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
In my brick tower
I gaze upon the others
Those who frolic
And let Happiness find them
Oh how I envy
Instead I am here
Letting the heat salsa
Across my skin while voices
I can smell her on my clothes
Her sweet perfume permeating the thread of my cotton knit sweater
She brightens my day without a word
Her smile a radiant beam of warmth causing my stomach to him with joy
My darling has turquoise eyes,
A head covered in bouncy locks of gold,
A warm heart that tells no lies,
I hope that she will never grow old.
i would pick her up and twirl her around,
Any night spent singing
my heart out,
jumping on a bridge that
swings under our weight,
scrawling our thoughts on
concrete blocks and
smashing glass jars against
rocks is a night well spent.
My soul screamsInto the black abyssOf complete solitudeNot a single echo heardWithout its companion
Dancing Shadows
By Laquanna Allen
In today’s society
There is only one thing you can be
The bully or the bullied
Round and round
Believe me,
I am aware
Of every single flaw
Or imperfection
That creates my
Monstrous existence.
So who are you
To come and blame
My imperfections
For making me
I came home and found you in your usual spot, hiding from the world.
Dark despide the sun being awake.
Your eyes are open yet nobodys home, you stare straight ahead without following my movements.
I face my worst enemy,
thoughts encompass my mind,
spinning with no sense,
I
am
confused.
Fear takes control.
The enemy grips me,
I am from a nest.
From Chronister and Kramme.
From German immigrants dreaming of life in America,
And blonde-haired blue-eyed sisters.
I am from BBQ cookouts,
Dipping Oreos in skim milk,
If I still had my mother I’d call her “mommy” and give her a running hug every time I saw her because even though I’m 16, I’m still that little girl who refused to cross the street without holding her mom’s hand.
There’s a monster with crooked teethWith yellow eyes and bony kneesHe opens up his palm for my soulAs if it’s my life in which I owe
October Vigil
Darkness sits so heavy,
but even the deepest night
is lifted by a candle's light.
A single light flickers so fragile,
but even the smallest flame
When the rain falls outside
I sit by my window and stare
Into the dreary darkness
Without so much of a care
I seem to think a lot these days
About my vast future
It only seems like yesterday
Do you ever have problems thinking of what to do?
Yes? Well, me too.
Take this poem for example-
About what should I write?
The world moves at four hundred and ninety thousand miles per hour
Having trillions of crazy things happening in it every second
And here I am, with some paper and a pen
