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I cum from deep pain, I'm bleeding out....
In a passion I can no longer contain.
Cum near Me Babe....
I promise it'll hurt I promise it'll passion
I promise it'll Me
A matrimony of all My prodigious desires
Webster’s dictionary definition:
An intense feeling of deep affection.
A great interest and pleasure in something.
This is the definition of love as a noun.
Feel deep affection for someone.
The night wind roared awakening the silent sea
Waves crashed violently against the rocks
Yet the village was still sound asleep
It was time for the monsters to come out and play
Causing ruckus in the peaceful land
When the rain stops
And the sun drops
Below the horizon line
Do not forget the time we shared
Or how I held your hand in mine
But when the sun shines
In your lovers eyes
If I ask when you won your freedom,
Could you give me a reply?
Could you list the names of men
And women who fought until they died?
Could you tell the tale of those who fell
Shall I allow these iron bars that encage my body to also encage my soul
Verily i say these bars will not be allowed to constrain me
I have a friend named Alex she is so nice
if you ever meet her you will be friends at first sight.
Once she walked in my class i knew that this was gonna be the best
school year of my life!
is it me, or just a comforting presenceone that wont look at you wrong, a fear of feeling i may never be more than you wanted me to bea wild feeling, one i cant escape are you a feeling, or true comfortsecurity, safety, and seamless satire who am
there has been little that is
quite as freeing as
running naked into the ocean
under the light of the full moon
The shadow of your hand lingers on my skin,
While tire tracks engrave upon the dirt.
The day you left was the day I changed,
The memory of you will never be the same.
I wish you could see the debt you owe,
There is something about changing.
It is the realization of who you’ve become and who you want to be.
It took me a long time to open my eyes to something I didn’t want to accept.
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
Art is Inspiring
By Ashley Rissmiller
Art is inspiring!
Art flows from the creative mind.
The poet…
The painter…
The dancer…
The musician…
The actor…
The dreamer…
Love is all in vain
The vulnerability
Romanticized
There is nothing romantic about this pain
There is nothing i love about hurting
The star shine is bright, blinding
sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow
so she has to squint.
The contrast of light against the
total black of the night sky
is nearly unbearable.
We are not appraised by how we begin
Nor are we judged by our face or our skin
We learn to hide what we’re told to by others
Using our clothes and makeups as covers
Snow lightly coats the top of the river,
Sides of houses covered in icicles,
Christmas lights shine so bright
Headlights look too similar.
I danced in the riverbanks and couldn't help
Love yourself and everything falls into line.
Love others and let your light shine.
Have a nice day and make the world bright.
Make sure every day feels like a glorious flight.
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
I am not your magic wand. I will not come when you beckon for my flesh. I will not grant your every wish like a genie in a lamp, a slave to your waking whim. I am not chained in bonds of service. Nathan is a free elf.
Long rigid legs like chopsticks
Riding the seas got seasick
Snapping your snout like click click
You are a sandpiper, not a sandchick
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
you’re gonna miss the way I loved you
you’re gonna miss the way I let you hurt me
you’re gonna miss what I let you get away with
you’re gonna miss the way my hair shines in the sun
As far as I can remember family gatherings have consisted of speech regarding illegal aliens and the economy. I can not remember a time when my family was not concerned with such things.
All of a sudden you’re falling
You’re running a marathon, free like a bird, but then all of a sudden you’re falling.
So many poems these days remind me of a college poetry class presentation. Not the students who genuinely want to be there there. No, the students who took the class for an easy A and are now forced to write to pass the class.
I look in the mirror
Reflecting back
I don't like what I see
Group of girls besides me
Looking pretty
Why can't that be me?
They try to reassure me
I see the lies through their teeth
I’m not a child no more
Expanding out from my roots
viewing my horizons
But soon far away and the connection is vague
My glow up is when I'm the best me
The best me is who I ought to be
I can be on the outside pretty
But who am I? What do I see?
A caged animal? Or someone free?
I'm the best me when I'm happy
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
But I have tried so hard to just be free.
Trapped in the life that was killing me.
Betrayal
Something we all must go through
Something we all must understand
It will burn for some time
For no reason, you might cry
Even when I think it'll be a rainy day,
I watch my blue skys fade away from grey.
Sunflowers dance all around,
Under the clouds I'll never be found.
I love my little flower garden,
Day in, day out
What is it all about?
I can’t deny
This change I’ve taken
Maybe I’ll be different.
I’ve walked through Depression
I’ve walked through Anger
I’ve fought my battles
A feather, left behind a trail to beyond and unknown. The world looks scary at first but little do we know the little bird is growing up. The High and lows of life hit you like waves in the ocean.
As the time continues to go by
Without us knowing, the clock is slowly ticking
Our energy depletes after the end of a day
And in the morning we start the same routine all over again
My father and I were sitting in a new restaruant
looking over the menus.
We loved to go to new places and try new foods.
I think it was one of the many reasons we got along so nicely.
For the longest time,
I let it encapsulate me.
Fear gripped me with its
frozen, harsh, ugly hands.
They were unrelenting.
I would tell you a story
of suffering
of pain
Someone once asked me why a reader would write.
Why, when the bookshelves have run out of space?
Why, when there is nothing new under the sun?
The Room is so Cold
But my Child you are very Bold
Don't put yourself Down
You are no Clown
Your smile is Bright
You will be Free at Night
Life is long
Like a race
We have to run
We need to beat other runner
But what’s the purpose?
You don’t have to run
When you don’t know your destination
It’s okay to stop
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
It was a dreary night when it had happened,
I was craving the sweet release of death,
And I'd been wanting it for a long time.
I had grabbed the red and blue pills,
Gazing at them with true desperation in my eyes,
Floating on the clouds
Running through the sky
No more weight on my shoulders
No more feeling like I want to cry
I look back and regret all the tears I cried
The pain was beyond, now the stress is gone
Get Free Jeffery:
Making out --- Get out get free Jeffery -
Break the mold Model the mound of clay Tracers
free the me
see the key
dream the new acts of power.
I am
A grandmother without wrinkles,
A raven without feathers,
A mother without children.
I am
A writer with no paper,
A singer with no listeners,
A wind with no kites.
Darkness, darkness, why do you love me so?
I beg you to leave, yet you will not go.
I dig in my nails, jagged and frail,
To the bed I’m stuck, to no avail,
I know it's not right,
I know its not fair,
Every time you look that way,
I just can't bare
You flick a switch,
becomes so bright
Only you can douse the flames of desire,
“How do I grow?” Asked the rock to the tree.
“I want to have arms, so I can move and be free.”
“Is that what you really see?” asked the tree.
It’s like a release
A finger slipped free from the strings
Of a heart torn up and twisted
Like the exhale before sleep
Fills those eyes and takes you away
Like everything can move
She let's down her hair and sighs. Her head hung down. Her heart sunk low as a single tear ran down her face. She couldn't help but wonder When would this nightmare end? When could she truly smile again? Only god could answer her.
My hero is invisible.
She comes out in the bright colors that cross my mind,
The beautiful stories that feed my imagination.
My role model is the reason why my trees are green,
My eyes open wide to the sky up above
the chill in the wind blows through me.
I open my arms at the sight of a dove,
but the pearly bird confused me.
Poetry changed my life,
Poetry set me free and let me fly,
Poetry taught me to love myself and never cry,
Poetry has forever changed my life.
Without poetry I would be caged,
Two tiny turtles placed in a plastic shoe box at the corner of a cabinet
Their quality of life is equal to their cheapness of the quality box
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole
Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things
I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!
You are my escape, my refuge, my solace
You keep me at bay when I can't escape the darkness
Your my life, my passion, my light at the end of the tunnel
You keep me safe, pick me up when I stumble
The flock finds nothing to worry about.
For with the cold sun,
It shall fly south.
The lion wrinkles not
Despite its kindred loss.
Free your mind, free your mind
What does it mean, really, to "free your mind?
Is it to have a brain with no thought? Like weight with no size?
When my pencil hits the paper
I feel the world come to a stop.
Suddenly I hold my voice in one hand.
The chains that constrained me drop.
I'm not small. I'm not scared.
I'm not silent for you.
The ones who walk away Are the ones who don’t care,They can’t be bothered to.
Self-expression is something that has always been difficult for me.
I never know the right words to say so others can truly see
the troubles that I face and the emotions that I feel.
I see a dove, a dove without its wings,
Like it cannot fly, one cannot be free,
And so my heart inquisitively sings,
What is the freedom that one can agree?
For possessing not freedom is what feeds:
I wanna cherish the new day,
I wanna sing with the sunshine.
I wanna dance with the wind and
The stars in the nighttime.
I wanna live.
I wanna laugh.
I wanna love my God and people everywhere--
I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another
Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother.
Dear Me,
Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out,
In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare
To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round,
You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
Dear Blue,
The look in her eyes shows the pain
The smile she puts up is just a phase
She has been living in such a daze.
Plays pretend with reality
The sun is asleep and the moon is only half awake.
My mind is blurry and my heart is half paced.
Crickets are chirping in slow motion as I ascend into open space.
Dear Ex-best friend,
While it has been months since we last spoke and an infinite amount left until we will speak again, it is time to get this off my chest.
Why can't I just be a bird,
that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?
Why can't I just be the sun,
Breathe , BREATHE , BE FREE AND YOU WILL SUCCEED ... IT FEELS MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU'RE WITH SOMEONE WITH POSITIVE ENERGY... TRUTH IS , I BELIEVE IN THEE AIMIGHTY... HE IS MY SALVATION.. HE HAS PREPARED ME FOR REVELATIONS..
BIRDS FLY SO WHY CAN'T I FLY... MY WORDS ARE FREE SO THEY TOOK FLIGHT.. SOARING ACROSS PEOPLES SOULS WHO NEEDED HIS LIGHT.. SEEPING INTO YOUR HEARTS SO YOU CAN LIVE, IN HIS LIGHT -ANGEL
Bumps of ketamine.
Go to bed real late.
It’s not what it seems,
Hell is a soulmate.
Vodka made of tears,
I can easily entice you with connotations displaying
my utmost state of vulnerability and innocence,
but this is not a sad story detailing the division of myself from You.
I want you.
For who you are alone while holding hands with me.
Freedom
I hug you, because yes, because no. I hug you to empower you, never to become one.
Light
Living in my skin
When daylight reaches past 8
And arises before 7
An axe splits open my shell
A familiar coffin of cobwebs
Hello Liz
Today you drank some brandy
but it did more than get you drunk
you were supposed to walk a dog today
but you fell asleep
you were supposed to talk to your mom today
but you fell asleep
Text me when you're home
Safely
Did you eat?
I can buy you something
Gave you all my love
All I could give
But what I couldn't do was
Forgive
It's crazy what i did for love
You put me in a box that kept getting smaller.
and smaller.
and smaller.
Instead of breaking out, I curled up and made myself smaller.
and smaller.
and smaller.
Because i love you,
I let you walk all over me.
I forgave your infidelity.
I gave you my heart,
you replaced it with yours.
Walking on eggshells in order to please you,
you said that if I didn't listen you would sabotage me.
Send my pictures to college admissions,
tell my parents that I had begun drinking again.
You claimed it was
What does it mean to love?
Is it a title?
Is it to act like a vital?
No, it is much more.
Much more than I can implore.
It is a feeling
a feeling of believing.
Because I love you, I will stay with you
When we end up far apart, that won't stop my heart form loving you the way I do
I'll let you be free, never to be caged
Letting your dreams be free to roam as a wild stalian
Free
Push her to the ground, watch her fall.See how strong you are?She cries from the pain and you just listen to her screams.Over and over again, In her mind, she dies.
A wish to see the outside world of wonders
the sort only found in dreams: thingamajigs, people and clothes full of splendor.
Falling, falling, still not quite so drowning,
Wet hardness, met with the surface of the ground.
I didn't know what happened. One minute I was out at sea sailing with no aim. A storm stomping his way. Thunder clapping with the cold rain pouring down so heavily. I lost control of my boat, blacking out after I was hit by a barrel.
What does it mean to be free
Is it simply to live
to breath
to be?
Why is America obsessed with being free
when we live
we breath
we're "we"
I am free
I live
Heaven-hued are my eyes,
the very ones which have been
blinded a numerous amount of times.
And the cold must try harder
to make me unfurl my fists of agony,
Oh say can you see
America I breathe
Powerful and free
Stop trying to bring us down
The best in the world
But I am only a girl
Am I allowed to dream?
What a glorious place is this,
that the freedoms of speech and religion prevail.
What a devasted place is this,
that th stifling of free press exists.
What a magnificent place is this,
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery
But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?
Am I Brave, as they say?
Or do I continue for my fear
Of failing?
Equality, Individuality
Unity, Diversity
The archaic American Ideals
Slaves, wars, and riots
Our history is terrible
We cannot deny that
Allowing innocents to be killed
Allowing houses to be burned
Allowing the world around us to crumble
America the great
America the free,
but if that's it why are you caging me?
With society so mean!
And these people in magazines!
With people judging our sexuality
people where is your humanity?!
Why is one man raised above another?
Thinking he's better just because of a color
Why does one man think he can choose who belongs?
Thinks he can choose who stays or who gets pushed along
We are the country who
Pledges our allegiance to
A flag of
Purity
Valor
Perseverance
And justice
Fluttering within my clasped hands, I fear her wings may break; Wings of violet and ruby, a beauty he did make. A moment more I steal to gase upon her delicate splendor, soaking in her features so that I will remember. With trepidation I release
When you think of America,
You might think the land of the free.
The place where a man comes,
To give a better life for his family.
Freedom for you or freedom for me,
To die for you, or for country?
Is this not a choice, but instead a goal,
what does it mean for us to truly be free?
America is free
Free of equal rights that women have
but still cant decide what happens to our bodies
Freedom to vote
but get judged for who you did
Free to be the mixing pot
My personality is Beyond my years or maybe it's the trend set before me
Remember when we were kids and everyone was our friend?
Could this be real.
I've felt the pain, the heartache seemed to be endless,
Yet the joy so fulfilling, my smile so genuine
Could this be real.
The beauteous sunlight, the luminous starlight,
Around age thirteen, freshman year is where life began for me
Rising up from my cocoon so that the world would take notice of my identity
I was quiet but passionate,
Reserved but determined
For four years I waited on this moment.
As a freshman in high school I assumed that the only thing standing in between me and this moment was forever.
As the leaves have fallen down
So does my heart go
Bare trees rooted in the ground
Yet I fly away
Twelve months ago where were you
Seasons have changed you
Twelve months later a new you
Brain constructs phrases and sentences
Sends the information to the gaping hole
It’s detailed and thorough
Black hole receives it and ruins it effectively
The low thumping beat in my brain,
Is featured with depressing lyrics.
I feel the need to cry,
Yet I restrain.
That was my first song of 2016.
Do you ever get that feeling The feeling of wanting to fly But your wings are broken Every word unspoken Do you ever get that feeling The longing desire to run But your legs are paralyzed Your nerves are tranquilized Tell me the truth As my so
What a damn free world we are living in
Some came from England for religious freedom
And others came to escape their corrupt piece of land
Now somehow, we all gather in some place called the freedom land
Sitting at lunch among my group of friends
All of them, laughing until their hearts content
Their smiles so bright it seems they never witnessed hardship
When anguish tugs down on the corners of my mouth
and fastens itself stubbornly in my throat
I just remember this marvelously refreshing feeling:
I get up in the morning,
I pray, I get ready for school,
I go to school and count down from the minutes remaining till I go home.
Everyday seems exactly the same, so why do I get up.
My heart's pounding.
It's almost time,
Time to jump.
What if something happens?
What if something goes wrong?
Too late,
It's time.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
JUMP!
I'm falling...
Poetry to me is a means of being free.
And to be free is everything to poetry, and me.
Let's make a poem.
Let's sit and think about things that will not be important
In years to come.
Let's compose a verbal melody that will elevate our minds of a stillness.
Something there is that doesnt love a wall
That wants it down
'Good fences make good neighbors'
Theyre not my Frosted words to recite
But when I write
The words bypass my judgement
There is no end to the circle I live in.
I attempt to trace back my steps,
but my resistance is met by force.
Around and around I go:
Stuck within the rotation- my existence is characterized by one of two states:
Lips tumble from lips,
fingers pull at fingers,
and words sit heavily on the tongue.
Ears quiver with the sense of quill on paper,
emotions presed out in black ink--
Free to fear
Free to pain
No escape
Me to blame?
Couple words
Line the page
Simple rhymes
Ignite the flame
Pages fill
Emotions pour
A dim light
Brightens more
Take hold of thy pen,
Crawl within my den,
The world appears free,
For the beholder is me,
I caress the page with my wants,
No sour stranger can ever taunt,
In the world of love and poetry,
I sit in the buckle of the bible belt
Fighting to merely exist
As white men in stiff suits
With smiles that never reach their eyes
Sit in a room in DC
Breaking, deceived, hurt, angered.
Wondering who to run to,
felt like there was nobody to turn to.
Lost.
Grabbed the pen and paper,
let my hand fly.
Poetry was there for me,
Lord knows why.
Relief only comes during the late hours of sunset,
When the cool wind finally arrives
Just to curl around your legs,
Sighing with content, just feeling this moment of peace
Dear America,Freedom sucksYour idea of "Freedom"Has families out on the streetsStuck behind the bars of DebtYour idea of "Freedom"Has children within the confines
I feel so free!
Oh my God, I am free!
There is no reservation in the words that I write
There is no tongue biting in the thoughts that I speak
I am so unstoppable not even Denzel could stop me –
Boom, Boom, Boom.
The beat ensares me,
blood pumping,
my mind, my body breaks free
from the cursed ropes
of a binding society.
In here, they can't know,
In here, I go with the flow,
In the night sky
The star’s twinkle
To the rhythm of my heart
The man in the moon
Sings me to sleep
With the sweetest melody
Made of light and convex beams
Colors dance in the daylight
The old wooden door creaked as it opened
And it reminded me of the sound of my bones.
While I watched you walk in
My knees shook, almost as much as my hands, as I listened to the only sound I could hear:
One thing, so fleeting,
how should I know what I require for my deed?
would it be a person for a meeting?
or a pot to plant a seed?
or a book to continue my reading?
New York is where it began,
I knew I'd be the worlds greatest fan.
I had an imperishable fever to roam,
my hair would never need a comb.
I knew to be truely free
I would have to lose all that was "me."
I saw a black bird today
I noticed its beauty
The grace it held, when it flew away
Don't know where it went but I know it was doing its duty
I saw that same black bird again
You could say that he was a Carpenterof sorts ---he built heartsfrom the outside in fixing rebuilding with his own parts, making a sacrifice just to hear their laughs just to see their smiles so that his own mind, his own soul could just possibly
It's crisp and clear on a wonderful day
I wanna take a step outside and play
The weatherman says its just the right temperature
I could go chill and relax all my worries away
Shoot! I forgot I had to work today
I wish I could feel the raindrops
falling on my face
the distance between the sky and me
feels so out of place.
strip away these walls
bricks and mortar that bind me
I need the light
Whether it's form is in friendship, love, happiness. I crave the warmth that
encases me when I'm with it. The light I mean.
1. Music is the one thing I can not live without
2. I feel like it takes me to a different place
3. I enjoy music as much as I enjoy sauerkraut
4. When I listen to music, different expressions strike my face
There once was a girl named Beige
She spent all her days in a cage
If ever she cried,
No person would buy
And she was left with nothing but rage
There once was a boy named Jack
I opened my eyes to the warm glow of the sun,
I looked around and all I could see
Was miles of glistening blue water
Miles of shimmering sand
Miles of open land.
I could not believe it
Mother!That you neverwanted sonswhen you onlywanted to give birthdreams.
Mother!I am waiting the day, your daywhen you will shout at the worldall your conditions.
At first I thought I was in love with you
But now I realized my mistake
Why love someone who will never love you back
I have finally let it go
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon,
and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes.
At first, it crushed me that you compared me
"The expanse of the sky
The shine of the stars
When the sleeping world lies
The golden silence is ours
The great big sea
With hidden graves
The oceans deep
With countless waves
"I am so different now
I never wanted to stand out
I wanted to fade into the crowd
But my thoughts were just too loud
A whisper to a shout
The words come pouring out."
Heavens' gates open wide
as a new soul approaches slowly.
Crisp air frightens the new arrival,
yet there is freedom.
Freedom in knowing the choice was his.
My life, my light,Without him, nothing's right.Cliche? Perhaps.My chest would collapse,If we were ever apart.He's been there from the start,But I was blind,Trapped with someone who didn't mind
Looking past the landscapes
there stands one dream.
One final goal that you know
deeper than the cliff you're standing on
you want one dream you know.
The trees are greener
the grass is taller
I want to be able to live in a world,
or a place where I am not afraid to sing my favorite song at the top of my lungs.
I want to live in a world, where I can dance to the rhythm of drums crashing,
I'm stuck
in my head.
I've run out of luck
my brain and my heart; they bled.
I'm stuck
and I just want to get out.
Climbing through the muck
my head just screams and shouts.
In Yellow and Stripes of Black
They did fight for freedom, did they
They were considered to be Dirty
They were killed,
Brothers, Sisters
My Brothers, Sisters
They were,
It doesn’t matter if you have blemishes from those who’ve shaped you;
you are beautiful- lean and tall,
getting thicker as my eyes travel down.
As the wind blows
And the birds sing
Free is what I’ll be
When others mourn
For those who died
Free is what I’ll be
You might be chained
2 social service workers,
2 judges,
3 letters,
4 years,
4 recordings,
4 councliers
5 police officers,
This is what it took for my freedom.
I was weak,
I was small,
Teeth bared in the moonlight
As blood drips down her face
The look on his face is priceless,
My love for you will never cease,
a blessing or a curse may be.
My withered heart will forever dream
despite the havoc memories wreak.
Pain is fading as the nights retreat,
I shouldn't feel sick
Everytime I think about you
I shouldn't vomit
Everytime you text me
I shouldn't have to hide
Who I really am from you
I shouldn't have to sneak around
An inspiration of words, whispered one last time; for a crowd of mouths to listen.
An inspiration of sound, screamed with passed-on passion; for one to know, and many to hear.
Life is awesome,
Surrounded by those who love, encourage me each and everyday.
Things outside my front door is the world’s palette for inspiration.
I get inspired by life.
I scooch back
pressing my body
into the hard
leather seat
that’s just barely too
upright to be
comfortable.
I am
The one you don't mess with
When she's walking down the street
Soldia flowin' through my veins
Four letters carry conspiracy-theory sized opinions
of a word that we hope exists.
a word universally intertwined in our bones
pulsing through our spirits and sidewalks.
a word hidden in the most common places
People always make analogies
Saying birds are free; they want to be birds.
What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
There are hundreds of songs about freedom. We have an entire nation built upon the idea. The idea that a group of humans, the haymakers and brats who bathe in blood, can somehow bring peace to a society and live a dream of prosperoty.
I was always good at faking a smile.
I pretended I was strong.
I kept this up for quite a while,
But it just felt so wrong.
Because on the inside I was breaking.
I was a captive to regret and shame.
The evil body shaped serpent shows His red demonized eyes glow Ranting and Raving
In realization I’m the one that’s paying
God’s what I need in my life is what I ‘am saying
Keep me in your prayers
I want to be happy, but happiness is fickle,
Because we're only promised pursuit
Not joy on a platter:
Free.
I am free.
Without a filter, I am free.
I do not need the mask, without a filter, I am free.
I do not waste my time in faults, without a filter, I am free.
You were a bird
Free, fragile
He was a vulture
Cruel, devious
You were a storm
Somber, dark
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
I hate this moment
I dread condolence
There is no hiding
This time today
My knees are weak
My mind is bleak
I cant conceive
a way to believe
That I am strong
I'm here to be born.
I'm here to learn how to speak.
I'm here to learn how to walk.
And I'm here to learn not to be weak.
I'm here to listen to music.
I'm here to listen to the birds.
I'll slip away from this physical existence.
Into the water my soul goes swimming.
The timing may have been off but life seems to find it's balance
I breathe relief underwater.
I had the chance to leave.
I could have been free, to never be hurt again.
So young, so dumb, I stayed and it begin.
I spent my life loving you, since we were kids.
"I am no bird,"
That's what she told me.
"no net ensares me."
Those words are true.
You strived to be
more than a bird, but,
You found yourself caught,
defensless, trapped.
You awaken my ungratified soul,
Lest I lay in the snare of my skin and bones,
You resemble an angels grace and a sense of hope,
Take my spirit and don't let go.
Call me in and let the light rush forth,
I'm bird caged in a human body.
I'm only can be free in my mind.
Where all my dreams can come true.
The music never stops.
The stars can be seen all day.
And my love is always next to me.
This ain't a poemThis isn't a pleaThis be a decreeThis be for all 'emWho see none for 'emWho see none agreeThat they have espritThat they are all inYou are flawless
I want to be
yet, it is so hard to be.
Everyone looks at me and expect
so much
Free.
I will never be.
Ameica is the land of the free
Home of the brave
But how can we be brave
How can we be free?
If walking down a street
Means you need to bleed
Where are the free?
Because since all live in fear
You were my favorite thing
Hearing your sleepy voice at 4 am
As you struggled to stay up with me
Listening to your attempts at singing lullabies
That would lure me to sleep
Can you feel it?
Inside you?
The beat, the beat, the fast tattoo?
Can you feel it?
Feel it start?
The beating, beating of your heart?
Here we're coming,
Here we go
It's weird to think I used to hate myself.
Look in the mirror, cringe and coil away from myself.
Ripping apart the person that is me.
Wishing away every little blemish and piece of skin.
This rage does not subside
it only ignites me
kept on a tight leash
i'll find a way
try to oppress what what I feel
I know what i feel everyday
try to work me like a dog
Two cartoony tigers,
Friends for life,
Who live in a house
That bounces all night.
Two giants,
Father and son.
One smart,
One dumb,
One is mean,
One is bullied.
A pine tree,
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
Flying, racing through the sky
Freedom flowing in its wings
Opens up its beak and sings-
Suddenly, the end is nigh
Anchored down by turning time
Falling freedom falling fast
Floating---
Going no where.
No place to be,
but everthing to see.
Nothing can compare
No limits-- I am free!
I am a mess,
DISTRESS in my voice,
I have no choice, of the matter.
Grey matter, pink matter,
Distinguish however you want, to.
I am a mute...
But yet still my voice rises,
I write to connect
I write to make sense
I write to express
I write to get distance
I write to make space
I write to put myself in another place
Or to find another place
In an indefinable world
Only able to transcribe
Sensations and experiences
Through words, sentences and phrases
A translation,
misread
Lead to schematics
Of life dynamics
Your eyes,
the way you smile,
makes me want to just stop time
for awhile.
Your nose,
your lips,
your hair,
Yes, all of those puts my heart in denial.
The journey awaits
Get ready to embark
We don’t want to be late
It’s almost time to start
The ship is ready
Strong and tall
It is steady
And sure won’t fall
I sit on boundaries
I stare at the people who walk within them
never taking trying to break down transparent glass walls
I stare at the people who walk within them,
I want to...fly past pain's sky
always taunting me, she teases me
She told me I'd never get away
The way I dread-locks pain inside me
She shacked up with her man, Misery
They play sad tunes on strings
I grew out my wings and flew to a new place,
They said that's what they're for, so I sought out my space.
A space for me to find my own-
To color my feathers,
To say that I've grown.
Look at me and tell me what you see.
A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.
I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
We've created an army of identical twins,
318,457,385 of them today, more tomorrow.
All mirror images staring blankly back at each other,
unable to see the similarities,
Cocooned.
Trapped
in lucid pristine existence.
Sheltered,
Hidden,
from troublesome reality.
Delicate wings,
You stretch them to fly,
but ensnared by the inexperience,
The death of waiting,
a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe,
my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation,
feet stuck in frustration,
mind set on fascination but body tied,
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box
pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing,
and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds
builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
Strolling in perpetual seabreeze
The leftcorner lips curl
Eyeshield purple vision glow
Sleeves stripped legs unfurl
Deepened dark reddened white
Trappedsun tresses salt wave
I wish
I wish to
LIVE
I wish to live free
Free from Society
Free of Everything and Anybody
Free from mind
Free from body
Free from money
Beyond Good and Evil
Conditioned to be the best that I can be
Following the dream that is for me
Did I plan it with my own intentions?
Or did I pull ideas through my connections?
Where can I be the best that I can be?
I'm in a cage with nowhere to go
I'm screamng for freedom
But people just stare
They look at me with hatred
Like I' lucky..
When THEY are the lucky ones!
To break free
Did you see that? That, there.
That lady is staring at me.
She keeps looking over here.
Do I have a booger in my nose?
Is my receding hairline showing?
Twenty years old with a receding hairline.
As the cymbals crash at the final note,
the audience applauds and lose their minds.
We stood upon the platform posing...
Our bodies exhausted but still filled with adrenaline.
chained to stone, to these pillars i know as home
withered by time and awaiting to claim what's mine
angered by the visions of shame.
unleash the beast that resides inside
undo my chains that i carry in my mind
What is 'here'?
The word I mean
Here
There?
'Here' -What does it mean?
Is it the physical manifestation of self?
Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
i am free to do as i wisH. no rules need apply to thY.
nor thoU.
human consciousness is a burden machine compatible with the soul
so the punishment is there
I'm turning 25 this year,
And with another passing day I fear,
That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away.
I mean, I don't know what you've been told,
But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
im crafting my journey the way from the dim
as the light is blind eye that i cant see
days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright
mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014
My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections
And the debate with others who detest my views.
A thousand dollars..
I need a stack, a "G", in today's society
if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee
Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
My dream has no name,
it is still an uncreated concept,
one that I hope to create.
My dream embraces my passions,
My Mind;
My only mind;
The one I hold dear;
So dear;
Without such;
My opinions would be non-existent;
My thoughts would be nothing;
Nothing for I;
Nothing for anyone;
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
When i was born My mom wanted to name me Roxann,
MY dad would not allow her to due to the once popular song by the police
The way your handscaress my waistmakes my heartbegin to race.The touch of your lips,so soft and smooth,makes me neverwant to move.The sound of your voice,so gentle and sweet,
Couldn't sleep,
my eyes restless
as my mind whirs in frustration.
Why?
Why?
You left me
and have let me go,
but I still can't
grasp
reality.
Today, the knuckles of a tattooed waiter read
The same word from my thought unsaid.
Yesterday, every parcel of the wind chime I rang
fell apart over and over again.
Visions of my future
I have a voice, &I'll use it as if it were my last choice. My words and my thoughts define my expressions.
Words escape me when I think too deeply for far too long.
Sometimes I contemplate whether the things I inspire are wrong.
A perfection to acheieve in the world of precision.
I want my little sister to be free of worries.
I want my little brother to hope without fear,
to speak with care,
and to think without hate.
I want to bring children into a world where they can
my brain awoke, but my eyes stayed shut. it felt as if 100 lb dumbells hung from my eyelashes, streatching them across my face.
Chained and slightly battered, The oppressed, gay, different, strange, unaccepted
they lied.
you aren't locked up to save you from yourself.
you're locked up because they keep beautiful things in cages.
I want to be like Dr. Seuss
And paint the globe in bright chartreuse
And make a word that’s plainly mine
Like “ploosh” or “sprink” or “minkaboose”
And tip on toes and tie some tongues
Skipping daintily on his merry little toes
The Pied Piper plays his tune.
And laughing happily as he goes
His eyes do glisten like the moon.
He beckons on with fiery force
One who’s life must seem
to those outside
imaginary, must then wish for
Dreams to come true
Yes, for that I importune,
God or Goddess that be:
Let Dreams be free.
If I had the power to change things
I would not change much
Just the direction of my feet
When the ground is hard and
Laden with a cobbled facade
I would change the sound of a tragedy
and without notice she was gone…
gone never to look back at what once was a burden.
gone from all pain, hurt, and sorrow,
gone knowing that there was a brighter tomorrow.
Head held high, she is confident.
Butterflies all behind my teeth
taking the marrow all out of this brokeness
He is young again trying the find the fundementals in his father funeral
and I homocide over all these melocoly like memories
My heart is not a tattoo worn
proudly on my shoulder for all to admire
My heart is not a toy plane to be tossed
The wind whispers dark secrets,
That I should not have told;
As I set free my emotions,
And let go of the old.
Now I cannot capture the wind.
Nor the words caught in it,
When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day, will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
I love doing what I want when I want.
I dont need you or your authority,
Give me an open field for me to jaunt,
While I run from responsibility.
To not give a single care in the world,
When I become a lawyer, I will make my contributionsTo the field of law and society by giving a free consultation.
Things happen in life that people can’t always control.So I know you'll need someone to console.
I can feel my heart beat
To the sound of the ground beneath my feet
I see what could be mine,
A prize above all others.
I push myself to do my best
I must go on,
Or else my dream
Deep in my mind
Imagination was born,
Constricted in bind
My imagination had torn.
The walls that had lied,
That constricted my life
Are no longer alive.
Now that I'm free
kiss me softly
with your spirit when you sleep
let's slip into warm bliss and
drift away
caress my hips, hold my hand
Crying in the bedroom
Ready to end it all
Bet you don’t know
How far you’ve made me fall
Your cruel words,
Those evil taunts,
All the things you said that I haven’t forgot
If I could change one aspect of me,
It would certainly be to be free.
I sprout some big wings,
Get shoes with some springs,
And take to the air like a bee.
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
My body is covered with a never ending darkness that surrounds me.
Taking me over, it's gotten inside me.
Eating me alive and slowly killing me.
I want it gone.
I want my body to finally feel free
I drum, therefore I am
Yearning for friction
Enduring the force
Keeping the honesty
of sound waves
I drum, therefore I am
Tribal woes set forth
Yell for the hills
I slowly reveal myself-
The thick molasses starts to thin-
I look to them-
I expect Judgment.
They just look at me with listening eyes-
And that's when I know.
I am Free.
We come from small town U.S.A.
We come from far and wide
Each of us here, bare a different hide
No two of us the same in our beliefs and what we see
The dream to be more is a road unsure
Desperate for change, it starts in me
Dust off those words, those thoughts that torture
The Light reaches out to set me free
Take the stand and make it pure
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
My heart is barred in this chamber,
Where the brain wont let her run free.
Oh how she wants to get out
The lungs laugh,
The stomache snickers
"Silly heart", they say with glee
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity.
To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be.
I sit motionlessly, watching the bright rays of light dim over the horizon. I can hear the soothing sound of the waves striking the rocks, and the wet footprints running across the sand.
Have you ever stopped to see
How all of our lives might be
Without those who died for the red, white, and blue
Sacrificing their lives for me and you
Do you even give one thought
I can't stand. I am on the ground. I don't want to give up , so I try to keep my head up to look at the blue sky of freedom.
She said,
What this means to me,
One hundred sleepless nights,
Wonderland,
Mad world,
My obsession,
A thousand years,
Paradise,
Kids,
Forever,
King for a day,
Quiet and Serene, At ease and peace, Nothing Else exists
Theres a breeze blowing through the trees
Music flowing through my ears
And sound from my mouth
I am alone but calm
Thinking flows deep
You can take your cities
Your cars
Your bars
Your asphalt roads
And tall billboards,
And starless,
Smog-filled skies.
I’ll stick with my small town
My backwoods roads
Confusion.
Confusion between my legs
that goes against what God says
Feeling wrong but feels so right,
It sometimes disturbs my dreams at night
That tingling sensation, I feel it in my core
Teacher's lie when they say "there's no stupid questions!"
Cause when I ask they get mad and yell at me for not paying attention.
We have to sit through hour long lectures,
I'm finally here.
I've waited,
Day after day,
And year after year.
To sit in a class,
Where an instructor is not concerned
With keeping up appearances.
Miss doesn't play Angry Birds.
When thinking of things I shouldn’t say
To teachers to tell them my feelings
I purse my lips to hold back thoughts
And roll my eyes to the ceiling
If I could tell you how I feel
Hey, you, at the board
With your hands on your hips.
You, in the front,
The lesson on your lips.
Stop. Listen.
Teach me something important,
You don't own me..
My past is dead. It holds no meaning
What happened happened. I need to be free of it;
I need to believe in feelings that are true,
That are beautiful, that are real.
I hated
Your big blue eyes when they looked up at me
My heart would suddenly fluster
Words would be stuck
Stuck under the microscope
Pins through wrists and feet
Dried lips once muttered how to cope
And conquered Death’s compete
What a wonderful time;
For a wonderful change;
To celebrate America's;
Another coming of age.
Oh beautiful our country is;
Another year to renew;
United we stand;
Fashion design, what I was born to do
Sketch and design is what interests me most
But styling and selling suits me too
Fashion shows, I would like to be the host
Racing around the bustling city
people line the main road that runs for miles
Dodgeing traffic
As mothers and fathers
repetitively drag their kids to school
to go work long
Dear teacher, I love psychology I truly do.And I always turn in my homework whenever it's due. When handing out assignments keep in mind I'm a young soul, I like to go out on Friday nights I'm just twenty-two years old. I enjoy reading about Pavlo
We are not machines.We are not all one being.We may look at the same things but interpret those same things differently.We are not machines.
Shattered love
I'm scared to love you for I might hurt you,
Or completely you might hurt me or desert me or destroy me.
You got the power to defeat me make me break and fall to my knees.
I’m the girl they call goodie goody
Goodie goody?
I think not!
Goodie goody my ass!
I’m the quite girl who sits in the front of the class room, answers questions when asked
Help me believe that youre the right man for my heart..help believe that you can stand to be the mother of my future childrens...
Life.
Wrap me up in it.
Feed me it by spoon.
Or drown me in it.
Just, leave me to submerge.
I'll be fine.
Just...Let me be.
Let me live.
I'm under lock and key,
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
Hello songbird creature of flight, what brings you here on such a woeful night.
Destined with powers to soar all around yet you sit and not make a sound.
Can it be that you are ill or just waiting for time to spill?
Blue Skies
Blue goodbyes
But don't fret
we've still got plenty yet
we'll throw a plane
and fly a ball
Now lets all ride the
Hopisticall
He's blue and red
and furry all over
Serenity is tedious; I'd rather be a lunatic. Like a lone werewolf, I want to howl at the top of my lungs. Knowing deep in my soul, that others just like me can hear and feel my misunderstood emotion.
Free
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea
You swim so wild and you swim so free
Heaven above and the sea below
I walk through the empty room, cold and scared. It is dark in the room, but not the door. Underneath it shines a light that is glared. Its brightness is something not to ignore.
Do not use your words as knives.There are too many people with open wounds,Self inflicted lacerations,Bleeding freely.
Do not let them cage you.
You are strong
and smart
and beautiful.
Cages are for animals.
You are not an animal.
Do not let them put you in a box.
You are loving
and brave
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
I arrived out of the dark night
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' for my life,
I saw left
I saw right
I forgot what was right
Then I decided to go left
Going left was going deaf
I can't believe I was so blind,
To see the mistakes I made,
To see all the chances I could have taken,
To see all the things that went wrong,
To see all the things I could have prevented.
With tears unshed, and eyes open wide Days of class and work and normal blur by, But now I think I’m safe with eyes dried, Yet why do I always feel about to cry? This world is cruel, not one I trust as a friend That has not hurt my heart or mind,
Make a mark in your name
no two fingerprints are the same
You dream your dream
I'll dream mine too
Don't let me falter what you want to do
Soak in life
Create your own voice
it's hard to be yourself
in a world where people judge so harshly
You have to stay true
and although that may be tough
You're gonna have to try
If you live life the way others want you too
Not even the Crayola Company can keep me in that box
Rose Art never stood a chance
Sandusky couldn’t capture my essence
Prang dulled faster than my curiosity of Dixon Ticonderoga
I am a work of art
hey yall its mycall (michael) to live on and so forth and so on
my life is a pen and a pad im just right on rythm is my poem like life goes on
like my poems are just a bunch of run ons cant you tell that im on
The sun above me sings a lullaby,
The rain mimics the tune,
Roses dance,
Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
The sounds of a sweet bird; lively, buoyant, and free,
The sounds of a bitter bird; bleak, melancholy, and confined.
He sat there,
Alone.
Staring from a distance
At the one he wanted the most.
What a cruel world
That would not let him be.
What a cruel world,
To stop him from loving.
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
I did not stare because I sought your glance upon my face
I did not ask so you could tell a lie with such disgrace
I did not seek you out to find a empty soul so deep
You said you wished the stars were red,so I pulled them down one by oneand painted them by hand,for you.
So i took a couple pulls to keep me sanethis music numbing my brain why?you're asking about the vybz or the tree?I dont know.. it's not for everyone but it's for me.
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
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
I want to be free
I want to be able to walk around and see black and whites joined together
I want the world to have justice
Freedom to me means to be able to do more things without being judged or held back
I'll never be "that" girl
But l can be THIS girl
Silk tresses will never swim on the small of my back
Only coiled curls will dance freely on the nape of my neck
Dig away from all the dissappointment
I get lonley in caves all by myself.
Thoughts lose everything all in the moment,
Scraping nails upon walls, all blood runs high.
It comes and goes.
In droves of untamed flows.
Pretty, I feel this could go far...
Our love.
(Written in CInquain Pattern 3)
This crazy , catastrophic heart of mineCan only be mended with words in a line.The turmoil that's always going on in my brain?Words are the only thing that keep me sane.
Sonnet to See
Truth write: is it in the lumen of light,
In the atom or molecule inside,
In the blazing comets soaring at night,
Or by faith apart from our weary eyes?
"Why does she write?" the kids at my school always ask
"Words are unimportant!" they say, "Words do not last!"
I pretend I can't hear them, I quell their horrid words
But deep down, I wish I could soar away like a bird.
sorrow and pain
tears of pity
who shall regurgitate the best sob story next
set me free i beg
set me free
Sky, why are you so bare for me tonight?
Isn't today a happy holiday?
The Fourth of July should be filled with light.
If there's no light, what would the people say?
Why act so timid when you have the fame?
Take these chains off my wrists,
take them off my ankles.
Take this mask off my face,
take it off right now!
These chains held me back!
That mask held my face,
held my true identity.
I can talk a lot, Now.
But it was poetry that taught me how.
Before my sentences were jumbled up phrases only I could understand,
With with minimal explaining.
I write to take away the pain
That memories can bring
I write to offer up my thoughts
To anyone or thing
I write to express anger and fear
In ways I can’t with voice
I write because I am free to DREAM,
I can be no one else but ME,
it helps me to ESCAPE from REALITY.
I am a DEEPER REFLECTION OF ME.
I write what I FEEL,
too afraid to SPEAK UP ON WHAT IS REAL,
Many dream of popularity, riches, and wealth,
but what they overlook is the guidance to the right of your shelf.
Act like this, act like that, and be who you see,
but life isn't all about being who you perceive.
Poetry and Me
By Colleen Preston
Poetry and me
Just simply came to be.
Like wind beneath my wings,
I think about you when you're not by my beside
You live miles away so that's almost all the time
Even worse we're going to college separate ways
Both hoping the relationship will never fade
Hands lock,
fingers curl.
Eyes twitch.
Just a few of the many things
we do together.
When walking on the beach,
seagulls high above us.
People waving hello as we get higher,
Like the rain flows freely. Poetry does to the soul.
Speaking legions of stories in just a poem.
As everything begins to unfold.
The sun may come; The day may end.
The sky is the limit they say, yet I havent seen it in days.
Loose paper and pen, sorrounded by men.
Trying to make it through these years, with fears.
Never thought I would end up here, I learned to hear
Change.
the idea thrills us
the thought of it happening scares us
the results would amaze us
but the work load loses us.
change a life
change a friend
change your clothes
change
Endlessly hoping for something, anything...
But recieving nothing.
That's what my life feels like.
Chasing dreams and coming up dry.
But it plays the way I want it to,
in my imagination.
Lying awake at night
causes one to face their darkest fright.
Whether it be school or bills or paying the rent,
everybody needs a way to vent.
Somewhat hopeless and all alone,
it's true, I say
that the pain stays inside
that we don't know where to hide
but why? you ask
because we're broken
because we're lost
because we are alone
Take up the pen
Let it all flow
The worries, stress, pent up thoughts,
just let it all go
I just need to feel this.
What does it mean to be free? Free is when you're allowed to do as you please.You are given the privilege to be who you decide you want to be.But are we really free?
I've been asleep.
I never knew why i liked poems
i never really did like'em
they are just free words
most of the time
absurd absurd freee words
oh This Morning
I felt it
felt it coming
Either good or bad..
I couldn't tell
if I'd be mad
but that fell
If it falls, it breaks
thats the risk
When I die, dont bury me,With flowers on my grave,Cremate me.Throw my ashes to the wind.So that I am as free as poetry
The only thing to make me think,The only reason for me to create through speech.
Take a seat by me,
pleases see what I see.
the leaves are growing wildly toward the sky,
growing tall, bent, and unformed like a wave in the sea.
their leaves are of the brightest green,
My soul is overflowing with the capacity of sin,sin that we know as has been,sleeping dogs and changing tides are just some of the lies we find,to liberate ourselfs from
Some may say we are nothing more than players in an overcrowded game. We're spread in different layers but we're nowhere near the same. We, ourselves hold our destiny they can't control our actions.
Ever since I was young,
I knew.
Knew that my world needed expanding,
to open on itself,
I write to create,
new worlds and new lives,
I write to destroy,
hatred and fear,
Watch an eagle spread wings like silk
Untouchable purity against a night sky
Until the hunter (some would call him Destiny!) takes aim
See the king of the air turned to game
I write because I fight with words. I write because when I write I can be heard when there's no one else to listen and nothing else to do, not a verb else. When I write my sentences are fragmented but my thoughts are complete. Through.
The girl sat on an empty street
Her face was as sullen as her surroundings
She softly lifted her face in hopes of a single ray of sun
What would words say if they could speak?
Would they tell the story on how they were created? Or like a child they’d answer “I don’t know where I get my name from my mommy named me.” Or do they even know their creator?
Poetry, the wonderful freedom, The anonymous friend that calms your flares. Poetry tends to ease my mind, Poetry is my vent for life. My anger now will be released, My stress will unwind on paper.
Shall I Compare Thee
Shall I compare thee to a bright star.
Thou art more beautiful and more bright.
I write for you.
I write for me.
I write for everyone.
Hundreds of thoughts run through my mind,
Some bad some kind,
But I write both down to save my peace of mind.
I write to remeber the good times,
It is my innate right
A thing I will
Never give to you
Why must the demons feel
Such strong lust
To control it
To destroy it
Without a fight
Nobody
Should ever give that up
Does writing it down really make a difference?
Carry my voice and my wishes
Into the universe
Yes
Don’t be ashamed
To let it all go
Trust these words
Will keep you safe
Your heart
When darkness falls he raises his head.
He's free, not a servant of the light.
He ventures to paths no-one has tread,
Keeping the night obscure and bright.
Is there a reason for irony such as this?
Threatening waves crash over me,
they pound the life out of me.
I hear what seems to be
screams in the distance,
But it’s me.
There is a time and place
To make a smiling face
At the world that is so wrong
And has been, for far too long.
I frown at the ones that smile
From lies that they tell, all the while
I had a dream one night
That left my mind in a bit of fright.
It began in an inescapable prison
Where darkness drenched itself into my soul
We buy our sterotypes off of tv subconsciencely we feed our ignorance without a black face and watermelon red lips but with a pretty face and round ass we've become americas number one pupets our sistahs aunties and mothers have been degraded to o
It’s forever been a struggle to meet in the middle,
The waves want to overtake the sand,
But the sand wants to hold their own
Constantly battling to have control
The expression of feeling
The expression of strife
The reason for breathing
The reason for life
Freeing yourself from the everyday
Freeing yourself, it's a small getaway
Everything goes on, moving and flowing. Never stopping. I think and breath, so let me break free. I'll fall and stumble, and pick myself up. I will be fine. All will be well, so let me go, loosen the grip, let me breath.
Dreams
our sincerest
kept secrets
Our heart desires
that burn
like raging
fires.
Things that we
can't or
won't say
aloud
It's plain here. Nothing but gray
You shine so bright, like you're on display.
Sparkle and gleam among the dull.
You stand out. You must be bold.
I write poems because it expresses me!
So I don't sit there and think of rhyming words
Because the words that comes from the inner in are the words that are Me!
Yea, you might think that isn't poem.
I write to save my bleak soul from the troubles of today.
I write to make the tears of sorrow shy swiftly away.
I write so that others may know they are not alone.
I write because my heart was once as cold as stone.
My actions…
Draw me judgment from those I love and those I don’t
Can’t always match the true feeling of my heart
Are limited by my physical body
Practicing our prayers
Making our lives look great
Making sure we didn’t sin
So there would be nothing on to debate
coming on service on time
almost never been late
trying to smile to each other
When I was young,
I looked up to you,
I saw light in you,
I considered you the sun.
Morning through the night,
I looked up to you,
I saw light in you,
I considered you the moon.
Can you feel it?
The warmth of the sun
the waves rolling with fun
The way children sit,
looking at the seashells they just collected,
Look a crab, walking along the shore
The cold water hits my feet
I worry that I am not a good writer
and that I am just fooling myself.
And maybe I am,
But I will not be one to leave necessary words unsaid.
To you, they may seem a wicked waste of paper
Why do I write?
Why do I write...
Why do I write...
poetry?
The answer is hard
to put into words
even for someone as
"literally gifted"
as me.
Solemnly sitting with strings attached
Head bowed low
With no spark upstairs to glow
Nothing to generate and flow below
Because I'm a puppet you see and your commands are all I'll know.
I baked an apple pie today,
Just for him. It patiently waits on the counter'
And maybe he'll see it on Sunday,
My song sings millions
Though words are mute
Mute the chaos, the slander, the world—
The world needs to hear my song.
Life is like one big TV series.
Characters come and go.
Some become stars.
Some become the supporting cast.
They say there are no small parts right?
Someone else always writes the script
College is expensive. It is indeed.
But education is a tool we all need.
For knowledge is a door. It is used to explore.
To learn, is to know. To know is to apply,
But first, you must try.
The rush of the day has come to me
Lightened finger tips as I stand under the consuming rays of the sun
Stretching my limbs back and taking it in
All of life has flooded into the etchings of my body
Fly away from here the keeper said
Don't look back all you'll see is death-
Death to a dream that is yours...
Fly away and don't look back
Just keep to your destined path
Drained.
Life has been drained from me.
Care.
I don’t anymore.
Live.
Something that is getting harder to do.
Be.
Something I just can’t anymore.
Sarah wasn’t always frail as leaves
didn’t always fall
with a single gust of wind
She was strong.
She was steady as a drum.
until that boulder slipped
cracked open her wandering soul
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I!
For he was not born within a skin that does not comply.
I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt,
But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
I want to be barefoot.
I want to leave my shoes behind.
I want to feel the gravel,
touch the squish in the tar,
feel the temperature amplified on concrete
The thick white
The sky has no light
The smell of soil
And weeds
And my barefeet,
Let me breathe.
This sundress
Is too thin to cover me.
Where are you God?
I’m afraid they’ll see
Where yellow flowers bloom,
The sun sets below the trees
Winds blow a selfless tune
An awakening of light from the moon
But the glow is just a tease
Where yellow flowers bloom
The pedals become immune
Lets rip into hypocrisy
I dont mean The Bible it's perfect
I mean our hypocrisy
Explain to me how you see vision of
Poles, strippers strip strip for you
And money falling from the trees
Lyrical licks that lament the whips that tips the slaveholder that his chains don't hold the gold that sold out the captives, making them proactive to freeing them from the tree and be free, or is it just me?
If the society we live in today was just a dream and a simple pinch made us come back to reality, I wonder how things would be without all the brutality.
I am free from these chains that held me.
I am free from my past defining me.
I am free to be the new me,
the one I was meant to be.
I am free because of a love so great.
Backwards
Sudden velocity extreme and jolting
Suspense eating at my insides
Starting to reconsider
Where did this courage come from
What am I even doing here
Too late to back out
(He slaved, he slaved,
he did this his whole life,
Man how he just wanted to get it right,
But he couldn't because of his pain,
He suffered so much with pain,
again and again,
He could never win,
I am Too Blind in the light Too fresh, too hood, too...Ghetto
World uses me like a puppet; Geppeto
African Americans need to Stop, and think
We want to see the Intellectual abilities you can bring,
Since the founding of this country, we talk about equality
But really it’s hard for me to see it
There’s still racism, sexism, fights against sexuality
So where’s all that spoken of equality?
My heart is waterproof, but they say blood is thicker then water. I'm thirsty but you've ran out, and I'm left here with the cold blood pumping from my heart to my veins... The blood is leaking from where you left your remains...
America is known as the land of the “free”
But are you truly free if you can’t even be
Who you are, with who you want?
“Free,” they say? That word is just a taunt.
Choose
Between
Hate or love
WHITE OR BLACK
Wrong or right
Parents or soul mate
Holding back or holding hands
Being ashamed or being proud
Seeing skin or seeing soul
I am not dark skin.
I am the sound of deep cognition.
I am the voice of thought-provoking composition.
So, if you feel like you are fiending just to stay and listen;
attacked, chained and forced on ships
brought to a land to face hardships
there is a light shining above us
illuminating our many shadeds of brown
unique souls and great minds that shaped
No matter the hurt
No matter the fight
No matter what they say
We have the same right
No matter the thought
No matter the reaction
We will band together
And move into action
I am bound to my chain
Never to be set free
The state of my confinement is one that is definite
A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition
It started with a man and a dream
He held his dream high in his right hand, for the world to see
It screamed, it yelled, it burst into motion
Its message was “Set me free”
There was no room in society for his dream
Here I am, once again
Chains that shackle my feet
To an ideal,
To a model,
A model with such small features,
such crimson cheeks,
Such a snow complexion,
Slavery has ended,
Here I am, once again
Chains that shackle my feet
To an ideal,
To a model,
A model with such small features,
such crimson cheeks,
Such a snow complexion,
Slavery has ended,
The marks we are born with
connected to the veins implanted
creation of unity of a whole entitled son.
Creation defined as a connection from the sole to the other.
Ballots sequence the gesture of communication
Rejected
Restricted
No.
Not anymore.
Their voices need to be heard, not ignored
No.
Not anymore.
They have suffered in silence
Never to be truly complete
Man and Wife?
Accepted
Do you see what I see?
When is ee this reflection looking back at me.
I see a soul yourning for equality cause in reality, I'm more than who you thought I'd be.
See my ancesters paved the way so I could lead.
Oreos. Zebras.
There are jokes about both
That are funny to even the most welcoming of people.
When two races mix,
Two races so different as black and white, literally,
Judgment is passed,
