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I sometimes wonder, laying awake.
If everything would be different, if i was normal.
Would I still see the world, as the mess it is?
Would I still see it as, a place of despair?
At War or At Peace Strong Roses Bloom
Through Love and Through Hate By AM King
At war or at peace strong hedge roses bloom.
They spill their brambles over the rock wall.
They climb to frame the open entrance hall.
I wish I could be a superhero,
The one which everyone looks up to,
The one whose stories are passed through,
We are strongWe are confidentWe are fearlessWe are...We are liesWe lie about everythingWe have put on these personasThese masksThat hide ourselves from everyone
Thank you for sharing your art
From the depths of your heart
And the confines of your soul
You pulled together something so bold
So moving and new
It inspired me to share my view
no matter where I go
a part of me always feels so alone
Something always tells me
don't get too comfortable
then they will see
they will see the shame
the guilt of fame
The girl
Was all alone
She cried inside
And hid behind
Her tears that
Blinded her
Highschool.
College preparation, scholarships, grades
Weed, alcohol, making out
Living up to every non expectation
Stereotypical, but the polar opposite
It wasn't when I found myself walking through the gates
Uncontrollable fear,
that ignites a flame,
inside your heart,
inside your lungs.
It burns you,
destroys you,
all you feel is,
the painful fear.
A voice is heard
but silenced
by society
crushed as a
rose as it loses its petals
so does the sound
But then there is a crack
like the one in a dam
going to explode
What is a poem to you? Is it just words put together that happen to rhyme?
Is it words that discuss your history or what is occurring in the present time?
To me a poem is much more than words on a page
A single flame that burns inside you
It's passion and compassion that lights your way
One single flame can help guide you
A regular day filled with talking and laughing, joking and gossiping
Always done with a fake grin plastered on
Teens argue, insult, bully, tease, and intimidate
But if anyone asks, life is great
Who am I
They always ask
Who are you?
Who are you?
How am I supposed to know?
I've spent my life as a mirror
Reflecting what everyone wants to see
Wants me to be
Dear world,
You always tell us to be ourselves.
It is a cliché that has been used and spoken of and heard more times than it has been understood.
You always tell us to do what we want.
Dear papí,
Sometimes
I look at myself,
And feel
Disgusted.
It's been like this for a while,
On a fall afternoon
He had leaned closer to me,
And said “I love you”
Then I was confused
A phrase with many meanings,
But which one was true
I looked at him,
Success is indeed great
but don't let it get into your head
or next time fall behind rate.
When wrong remember to say "sorry"
because its lack took from people,
their hard earned glory.
All my life I kept weight around my ankles, they bruised and fractured my legs
I couldn’t move, breathe they restricted me from expressing my true self.
This baggage was unlike others.
Rolled flat, and put into a cookie cutter
but I didn't come out the right shape
pushed into a corner
and melted into the wall
Squeezed out of a frosting tip,
A grey world it is, twas many standards.
The window of us, obligations glazed over.
Faster the grey spills, silence follows.
Here lies whispers, a voice hollow.
Suddenly a chime, is it a sign?
Hats and caps, leather bats
Which one doesn’t belong?
See it’s easy. One could easily say it’s squeezy
Yeeeah… That’s weird. But how about this?
They say that time heals all wounds.
But what if the pain
Never subsides,
And the bleeding never stops?
And the scars that people wish they could rub off,
You’d give anything to have instead.
78 I never thought you could change. You're 78. You're stuck in many of your ways, but one day you changed, it all started with a girl named Emily. Seventh grade, my first ever crush on someone that I couldn't shake or ignore.
I can't be who you want,
Believe me 'cause I've tried.
Why can't I be who I want?
Why must I change my mind?
What do we fear the creepy crawlies under our bedor is it the wondrus voice inside our headkilling my thoughts until braindead
The girl in front of me
Is not someone to be hidden
But to be seen by humanity
And not let it be forbidden
Grow up, they’ll tell you. Put down the toys, stop the tinkering. Life’s more than just messing around they’ll say. Develop a purpose. Go out and make a difference.
Self worth is your swag
Don't let your confidence lag
Cause them haters want to eat you
Deep inside they wanna be you
The essence of what is true to you
Self confidence is attractive
I am me
You are you
There is a difference between us two
My eyes are brown
Your eyes are blue
I am me
And You are you
I love myself
I love you too
But I am me
we tell ourselves we can't live without love, financial stability, a roof above our heads, shoes on our feet, an education. we can't live without a job; we can't have a job without fitting in. and fitting in is what our society is all about. talk
I wish there were more people
who walked around the streets with sighs that read:
"Free Hugs!"
I hate to admit,
and I know others are too,
that in my life,
I needed those people.
Why be me when you can be you?
Why be someone else when there is always you?
Everyone has their own troubles and happiness
You are the only one who knows you best
No one has it perfect
I'm always inside
Inside my room,
Inside my mind,
Inside my shell,
Can't seem to get outside of myself
Even when crowds are loud, their presence confines me,
I am a daughter.
More trouble than she’s worth,
But who’ll always come home for holidays (and maybe some weekends)
I am a sister.
There is beauty
in everything
in life, in death, in whatever comes before
but beauty mostly resides
inside of a heart
What you see on the outside of me is a young freckled girl as confident as can be. She can stand and talk in front of people with ease, and take charge of situations in a breeze.
All my life, I was scared;
Scared of what others would think,
Scared of standing out,
Scared of the world.
As a child, I would hide behind my parents;
Growing older, I was scared to be different;
First of all, I don’t act how I look.
I’m a girl, but I don’t clean or cook.
I don’t like to shop or put on makeup;
How I look for the day is how I wake up.
I’d rather play sports with the guys
Your true self criesYou are deemed as a nobodyYou seem fearless but bravery liesYou seek approval to be a somebody.
People always ask me what my plans are
What is my future, my college, my major, my career
Embrace
Embrace yourself
Embrace your glasses
Embrace your personality
Embrace your quirks
Embrace everything you hate about your body
Embrace everything you hate about yourself
Embrace life
Tiny pieces of me are all you’ll get to see
because society claims “flawless” is what I’m supposed to be
so you’ll see my polished exterior
you can bet you’ll see my strengths
Breathe in hope, exhale pain
Hold on tight, life's a game
Drown in loneliness, burn in love
Get lost, remember your name
Read a book, remember your story
Sleep well, you need your strength
You see it on TV
You see it in magazines
The image that you wish to be
All the girls at school have it
Hurling “helpful” insults so you
May have it too
The image that you wish to be
Everyone wears a mask,
Even I wear one.
Not because I want to,
But because it is the social norm.
How you see me,
It’s different when I see myself.
What you see is a quiet person,
I'm me.
And I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry that sometimes,
I'm too honest.
But who wants to be lied to?
Not I.
Not I, who every time I see a cute guy
I must say hi
She told me "you will not be much of anything,
People just look right through your frail bones
You will never make much of a difference because
You will end up very cold naked afraid alone
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
Heart stopping, ears begging for more
I play the strings like a mother
Stroking a childs head.
Softly, whisper the made up lyrics
that escape my heart.
I pick up the pencil
lines crossing like
What's nice about me?
What do I see?
Hell, wouldn't I like to know.
The words beauty, flawless, and pretty
those aren't words that come to mind
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
Never go along with what others are doing,
for they flow like a river, endlessley pursuing,
never change your dreams when somone tells you to,
because some of your dreams, it takes only you.
We all live in this world
We fight to be noticed
Though, we all live in a mold.
Some cannot fight against those who are stronger,
So we let them pull us under.
I am more than just a filter
More than what's behind the computer
behind the lightening effects of my skin
lies a girl wanting to fit in
My words aren't heard in the scene
I.
As I ambled, disconnected from the intricate outlet
From the shielded.
I pondered into the immense depths of the collosal evergreens
Sunlight, a barely gleaming ray seeping
Seeping an exhaustive picture
We are judged based on what we do
but not by the actions, no
by the number of times it happens.
No filter?
I
never have a filter.
I am me and if you
don't like it that is your
loss
Or that is what I
will tell myself.
Be your
self
But fit in
So much time is wasted trying to fit in.
They tell you to be yourself.
Yet, they act like it is a sin.
You were born to be real.
So go on be weird.
'Cause what's the deal?
Behind the curtain
Beneath the skin
it's different than what's in front
Out for others to see
Eye contact feels like lasers
When people are staring, it feels like the world is closing in
Who's hiding behind the locked door?
No one seems to hear me.
Who's behind the curtain?
No one seems to see me.
Who's hiding behind mask?
No one seems to see who I really can be.
Why are you hiding?
How can I cease to be
The person that is me
For when I look in the mirror,what do I see?
I see a girl that society is breaking,
I see a girl that society is making.
A girl that yearns to stand tall,
"Be yourself"
I hear that a lot
But it's hard to be myself when people hate me
"Be yourself"
My mother said in one ear
As society said in the other to change everything else
Being yourself is not going to be easy. You will get the pressure to be like everyone. when you lose yourself, you lose everything. you forget what you like an hate. Stay you. No one is a better you than you.
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain.
She's got nothing to say, for
They've taken her voice.
Her eyes are full of longing
To speak her thoughts.
I am making mistakes
Bumping down the road without a break,
Binging on food so that I can be in a bettter mood.
I am the rock in the leather jacket,
Standing against the gate looking cool
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away
She hides so that her mold matches that of society
So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes
I am Who I am,
no need to explain,
just like the flame of the fireworks,
in the sky,
sparks for my life.
I am Who I am,
it is time for me to fly,
never try to catch me,
Billowing – passing
Singing – Moaning
Weeping – crooning
‘Til Dawn – still floating.
And when it is
But close your eyes
Smell the coffee
Roll over - rise
From my youth, I recall thoughts and wishes
Of my life being as the wind that swayed the trees.
It didn’t hide its true self behind something fictitious
It was powerful, beautiful, and noticeable, just as I wanted to be.
Over the years I've lived through a lot of things;
Over the years I've been a lot of people,
So many that I lost myself.
Sometimes I look,
Are you a writer,
or a person who writes?
A miracle of God's love, who lives, breathes, cries, tells stories, and paints lies
I observe.
the way people act, the way they dress, the way they talk
I observe.
their possesion, their gestures, their faces -
What I observe is their mask.
I am me, that's who I am.
I don't go by your rules anymore.
I am not just your pretty girl,
I am so much more.
I am a boy, a girl, neither, both,
I am one, I am anything and everything.
I remember a quote I folow by from an anime character, Kamina.
"Don't believe in me who believes in you, believe in you who belives in yourself."
So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains,
to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:
You never understood why I loved the rain.
Or why I would kick off my shoes and dance,
Even though my clothes got soaked.
You just went inside and watched from the window.
Women have been pushed to believe
That skinny is the new black
And that gentlemen prefer blondes
And gentlemen prefer blush
And redheads
And eye shadow
And nice clothing
So change your hair
Oh the lives of these people are rough
Because we’re alone trying to be tough
Not to mention that we stay on the outside
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
They tell me to be myself.
They tell me to act that way,
this way, but not my way.
Do want to put my life up on a self?
Stand back and not say a word?
Shut my mouth like a caged bird?
True to You: A Poem of Being Yourself
As a senior I’ve made mistakes,
But the best advice I can give,
Be true to you
It saves pain and sorrow
Guilt and remorse
All of a sudden you’re hit
You think of an idea with wit
Stare at the screen
Don’t make a scene
But silently say “Yes, that’s it!”
You write and act and edit
You upload and then wait a bit
Don't define the undefinable
People are not words, people cannot be broken down
No dictionary can tell me who to be
No thesaurus can find something similar
So neither can you.
Everyone says:
please beware
the end is near
when it gets here
i expect you to care
if you do
then head my advice
if you dont
youve been warned
for when we reach
the end the rope
I do not wear your skinny jeansNor your tight tube topsOr Hollister shirts.I do not succumbTo your “perfection”Your rulesYour life.You may be frightenedTo break the shell they put you in
In this little town it's not celebrated
but being different is the best thing you can be.
If you'd go to this school you'd see a bunch of the same.
Who wants to be a clone?
I was bullied for being different here
I carry my prison with me,I lock it in my heart.It is buried deep within me,and with it, I cannot part.
Glancing out the dusty window,
I see the mist slowly fall,
I look into the mirror hanging on my wall,
I inspect myself thoroughly finding things to blame,
I pick and prod and tear apart my body’s external frame,
The walls just keep crumbling...
Into the sea in which I keep fumbling
As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see
A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
Some days I’m depressed
Others I’m a mess
Some days happy
Always keeping people laughing
Then some days I’m mad
So I won’t say much in class
Some days I’m sad
Like rain falling on glass
We line up like marching ants
We listen to the Queen Bee.
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to be
I sweat
I smell
I stress
The #2 pencil shakes in my hand
There are choices that make it difficult to choose
You sometimes win and sometimes lose
But you are perfect at what you do
Beacuse no one but you can be you
Maybe some can imitate you well
no matter
what other people think
god made you
the way you are
for a reason
besides
an original is always
worth more than a copy
I am caring, ambitious, and have a desire to finish school. I wonder what will lay ahead of my future. I hear my cousin’s group on the radio.
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The substantial blank you bring appease.
To whom to which the eyes behold,
What is normal?
Normal is when you do something everyone else does.
What’s the point?
Be different.
Be weird.
If everyone does the same thing the world would be boring.
Nobody likes boring.
The jesters in Hades's court are the best of their trade.Cynical, yet funny,Hilarious and with great flout they speak,Words a-flamed with a venomous heat.They doth not know the hatred they speak.
I am a pot of scrambled eggs. Hot, jumbled, Scrambled, what else? Stirred by a big wooden spoon in a hurry. "Go here! Do that! C'mon don't be late!" WAIT. Hold on a minute. Slow down. Let me breathe. Can't you see? This is not who I am.
I can't sing, lets be real. Cooking; ha, I burn every meal. I can't say im the weathiest person in town, some days my makeup resembles a clown. My hair is often a mess. You won't find me in some sparkly dress, but hey, that makes me, me.
For New Year's
two years ago,
I asked for a fountain pen
instead of an iPod because
at that point, the words would
flow out of me like blood from
a fresh cut.
Many people say
A cart rolls into the frigid clean room,
the sheet is removed, revealing terrifying tools with innocent names.
I sit back into the chair as it crackles in disappointment.
Ink stains my face, my chest, my stomach,
I am an unfortunate entity
the product of a faulty system
I have my flaws, I have plenty
I use all in my power to resist them
Girls grow up thinking life will be perfect,
Walt Disney showed little girls what they should expect.
From Prince Charmings, to fairies, flying, and love,
He never showed them what to do when push comes to shove.
So I'm not perfect,
But neither are you.
You might try to doubt that,
But it really is true.
I have braces and glasses,
And frizzy hair.
Sometimes I dress oddly,
But I like what I wear.
If the road less traveled becomes the road most searched for,
The pristine path loses its once saut after vacancy.
The perfect pebbles will begin to whether from the frequent traffic,
I love the color of my eyes and the color my toe nails
I love how I get acne like everyone else and Although you say I am ugly and I should lose some weight
Instead of listening I'll eat a burger in your face
Hearts beating fast like the beat of the drum
All of it helping me to climb the rungs
Never gunna look back
Never gunna let go
Turn around
Run around
Look for me and I can’t be found
The one thing in this world is people putting down others for their own selfish gain, and with each one leaves an internal stain, the only thing you can be is your own worst enemy, don't you see the pain your causing me?
I look in the mirror
I hate what I see
The person I’m looking at
Can surely not be me?
When did I become this?
I’ve lost track of time
My lips are painted red
Those eyes can’t be mine
I've been looking in a mirror for so long
All the little pieces of me doesn't belong
Everything was a lie
As I stair all the pieces
I felt more urges
Everything was a lie
too many kids grew up wanting to be like mike
did you know that when kids got rob for his jordans, he said that what does have to do with me
too many kids wanting to be like ike
did you know he beat up tina turner
