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You know,
You never really learned to accept a gift
Whether it was a compliment
Or wine
Or tear drops on your couch
And especially my heart
You never could fathom my love
It’s depth or viscosity
Hey kid.
Keep doing what you’re doing
I know sometimes it hurts to exist
I know no one seems to understand
I know you’re afraid to tell them
There’s so much we will never tell
Aiming for my confidence they shot the gun,
hitting me with that, “you’re so dumb so ugly so…”
I’m so numb, that’s what I’ve become.
I bit the bullets of words hitting me,
This world is terrifying,
So I sit in the corner with my back against the wall.
The truth is undenying,
But how much farther can a man fall?
The monster underlying;
Today, upon him will I call?
Your armor of light,
Is no match for my darkness.
No matter how hard you fight,
You cannot save my soul's rotting carcass.
Wondering if I'm right,
I stare up to the moon;
Wishing to end this life,
We come from all walks of life,
For some reason brought together here.
Learning how to reach new heights,
Learning how to cope with our fear.
There's got to be purpose underlying it all,
Turns out you never loved me
After all this time
So I guess it's back to being lonely
That's okay... I don't mind
Sometimes you just need to stand in the rain,
Let the moon beams shine on your skin like starlight
Feel the water drip down the brim of your nose onto your lips
Breathe in the night air and petrichor
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
A mouse can be a horse, a pumpkin can be a carriage,
to embrace true love, discover marriage
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original.
Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Sheila.
Her thick black hair sat evenly in two ponytails on the side of her head.
Growing up you are taught right from wrong,
They file up the bad from good,
She couldn't speak no English so they often called us hood,
Waking at 5 so she could work her eyes
Living in constant fear,
When nothing else is clear,
But oh, "It's just a thought."
Living with anxiety flooding your thoughts,
And stress entering your mind,
But oh, "It's just a thought."
Is this how it is supposed to feel?
Broken and scared.
On the floor in a ball crying
Hearing the raging in the background
Words thrown out
Nothing you can do to take them back
Two way street
Second place
The backburner
The fault bearer
Worthless
Stupid
Idiot
Liar
Anorexic
Twig
Bird
In the background
I silently watch as work takes over
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
Today is a good day
Today is a day.
Its a day good enough for you to wake up and pray,
Let god know that you are thankful for him today.
You woke up today, why are you mad?
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
Sometimes we sink in.
Someimes we all.
Somehow we are consumed
For feling so small.
Sometimes we are weak.
And, sometimes, that's okay.
But then our vision becomes bleak,
This heart is at peace, finally.
It has been one hell of a journey.
A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk
about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke.
Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture
is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke.
That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
My experience with love is
painful
unforgettable
betrayal
Eight months making
memories
moments
music
Proving people wrong with clashing
thoughts
personalities
You know I wrote a whole poem not more than two seconds ago
what a shame I let it go
i wish I could rewrite it
Pain has brought me to the fear of being alone now. These are words that may, NO, can never escape my lips. They need me to be strong. I can't let them see me cry. Why you ask, because my strength is all they got.
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
When was the day that I felt the heat?
Was I lifeguarding on Jackson street?
Was I pouring salt on a customers fries?
Was I organizing silk sewn ties?
Did i ring up that DVD correctly?
Aim to be.
Strive to be.
Live to be.
But why?
How can we be something if all social stanards thrive to categorize us?
I know that I am not perfect
You are not perfect
I am a woman of faith,
I am a woman of my word,
I am a woman who once settled for less and was unheard.
I am a woman who thought love found me,
I am a woman who gave love my all,
If you could ask for one thing, what would it be?
That was the question asked.
Well, I'd pull out my magic lamp and call upon my genie,
You see that kid over there?
His dad abandoned him when he was only five
, and his mom killed herself when he was just ten
Hes a foster child.
His foster parents beat him.
He smells like alcohol and weed
Take a deep breath in
walk away from drama
when theres a fork in the keep going straight
don't stop to go left or right
always continue from the way you started
if you choose to go left or right
I am insane.
Accept it or not.
I am not the type to change just for any person.
So don’t even try,
Because I will never alter.
This poem was inspired by Rosemarie Uquico's poem "Date A Girl Who Reads."
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great?
Why must we learn or except our fate
I feel like crying, I feel like dyeing
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
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
How can you have hate
For the color of my skin
I've done nothing wrong
Is me living life a sin
I'm a person, a human
Like each and every one of you
I've done nothing to harm
After a graphic by Ruth Thompson
Ebony claws filleted the air; giant entity
rushes through the oily gash as its venomous blood boiled
in the iris of its eyes. Its enormous wings bent
So There's This Guy....... <3
So there's this guy; he makes me laugh, he makes me smile and he just makes me happy.
I was to young to deal.
Started not to feel.
Never took the time to heal.
Somehow it didn't feel real.
I was to young to see.
Thought it was apart of being me.
Enthralled by your unbounded beauty
That I admire all seven days a sennight,
It is me that you do not see;
My heart pounds madly at your mere sight.
Although we descend from people of conflicting histories,
A Look Through My Eyes. Outside stroll, what do I see? I see the charisma, the spirit, of New York City. Skylines, and skyscrapers out in the distance. My oh my what a sight to witness.
Imagine if the judgment was switched. Imagine if being hetero was frowned upon. Picture the bullying you would get every day, Since being “straight” tempted you to pull the trigger on the gun. “All you’re good for is breeding,” they would say.
A Friend like You
Written in pen,
Sealed with a kiss.
If you are my friend,
Please answer me this.
Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once,
But I forgot.
So tell me now,
My love for you is to ensure your safety,
So that you’re protected within every step.
My love for you is very fragile that it could break,
But you take great care with such things.
Dreaming of a new age which
Requires all of us to work together for a brighter future.
Click-snap-bang-boom,
range gun shot in zoom lenz,
don't step on my toes,
ill step on your toes too,
you at the barrel of a gun (I say boom) ,
love your looks so,
i shot your ex to get to you,
Stink like a bear stuck on a tree trunk
Baby you smell like a nasty payment
Wishing you had soap you couldn't buy
Old bread in your Ice box
Ted in your knee trunks
Girl your boyfriend got a stinky job
