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Why must every metaphor be taken literally? For a dog that lays in the sun has no feline whiskers and a wilted rose still receives its beauteous name.
So I Was Told The Other Day ... That ... CERTAIN Things I Had To Say ... REALLY Were NOT ... " NECESSARY " ... !!!!!
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Love is a complex and interesting thing It amazes us, no matter how we swing It can save you from trouble, free you from pain, But sometimes, there isn't any gain.
i jumped on my bike as fast as i could but not fast enough, it did me no good the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff .
She wears a crown but only in her games She wants power Because she's scared to lose control. She built a castle of broken dreams
My grandma has a heart bigger than the Minnesota lakes she grew up on. She would give you the shirt of her back if you asked for it, feeds the neighborhood squirrels right out of the palm of her hand,
These demons always plague me, They keep me in constant torment. Where could the angels be? They aren’t stopping my demons. The demons only get riled,
Everyone has demons, But mine are different. They feed on my pain, And play with my sanity. They jump from shoulder to shoulder,
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to not constantly Worry about what people think of me, to not wonder if that woman on the other side of the room - that hasn’t even looked in my direction - is laughing at me or laughing at the completely rand
There once was a person who was old, Who stole a leprechaun's pot of gold, So the latter kicked him hard And he flew across a yard, And then there's a wind that's very cold.
Quick to dispute. Slow to resolve. Never looking for the root, Of the problems we've caused.
She confronts me each day. She challenges me and forces me to overcome situations that I couldn’t fathom occurring. She Shapes me. She shapes me because every time she pushes me down I am motivated to get right back up.
Aren't these things supposed to flow naturally? Shouldn't I just be able to pour my feelings out into my writing? Write eloquent, tearjerking stories and just get it all out Why can't I?
I'm lost I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand Red, Blue, Green, What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
I hesitate. Replaying your comment in my head. Say something. Say anything. Speak up. Speak OUT. But enough though I want to, I don't say anything. I don't.
Too many roads diverged in a tense arena And I used to wonder what it would be like to travel all. Could I be Engineering? Astrophysics? Analyst? Architect? Chemist?
Tell, teach, preach, or indoctrinateby any means necessary.He'll never learn another way. Balance his needs with your own,or at least, never let him see you struggle.That comes later.
Her eyes blaze with guilt, and an outrage at being guilty. Being caught. I patiently wait for the crows, who so lovingly printed their feet
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities, Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity, They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty, But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
killing sword grasped in killed hand
I am graduating this year and you won't see it. I will walk down that aisle, I will accept my degree I will take a step forward and then I will take a step down. I will bow to the past and face forward to my future,
The truth, my pride. It's all conflicing... See, I've been hurt so many times, ain't no tears in me. So memory lane I'm jogging faithfully, but waking up some days... I don't take so graciously.
Some people Love it Hate it Indifferent I hate them I go into a daze I get depressed I cry for no reason I have mood swings I feel like rather Than everyone is
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes, Sending images of fear and conflict, Talking like a serpent, which is unwise, Illustrating a dove as a convict. Every time, the deception keeps going,
Steps away from deathMinutes away from the endAs here I stand, my crossroadsEverything I thought I knew“Kill or be Killed?”The wordsThe taste of poison off my tongueTo save a life?Her life?
I forbid thee to turn as I brother For you more wiser owneth more potential than I; It is the grief thouest witness I bestoweth upon our mother; For are dreaming belief excluded not but a lie?
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars All hidden behind unopened doors Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke Buried beneath the ash in the smoke Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
America the land of free Freedom is what promised A melting pot of people Yet we are setting limits on who is welcome Based of religion We let are fear control Not so welcoming any more
Never thought I would be here on a tightrope one side is new love the other old If I fall in the old I have a chance to make it new again we are both damaged, perhaps it's time to revive us
I am moving Yet, I am stagnant Things, people, places all change Yet everything is the same I hear, I comprehend But I cannot understand
Love me Rid me of this uncertainty Tantric intimacy, lust and anxiety Vulnerability drips into my being Rid me of this uncertainty In low tides and peace Vulnerability drips into my being
I am so torn My body Being pulled in two directions By my mind And heart Which do I choose? My choice doesn’t matter Both sides will keep pulling anyway Equal in their force
to whom this may concern: i am now free i do not wish to sing thee barren praise nor have it fall on eyes that cannot see
Something I don't understand Is why we are always fighting Who's right, and who's wrong? Who's to blame, who do we disagree with? Does it matter? Do we have to convince the other side
her words struck me like lightning. passion and strength erupted from her booming voice. it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
Volume amplified. Stresses maximized. Nothing stabilized. Endlessly mesmerized. Hope petrified. Saftey tramatized Restoration, lost.
Am I mad at you? Holding a grudge is hard work. Time is too precious.
Its been awhile since I’ve written anything. You see, usually I begin with a metaphorical gesture, Or a fragment too dramatic to be anything but the start of a stanza. But today I write from my heart.
Looking through glass I see me looking back at me
In one hand I have safety In the other rests my heart Every time I try to unite them Everything falls apart Why can’t things be simple Easy to figure out I once was so sure of the love
As a human, I am an enigma.
Sometimes I can't see past the pain It's really hard to explain Why can't I just live my life Without it cutting through me like a knife? The names they call as I walk by
Day to day Keeps its charade
I cannot do this
You were born.
I don't want you so involved in my life What choices I make are my own right You can get mad and angry But its your reputation on the line, not mine. Watch over me whether I want you to our not,
In timeIn spaceFeeling out of placeIn fearIn mindAnswers you can't findIn heartIn soulIt's out of controlIn darknessIn light
Where the air flows fresh and crisp And life radiates shades of green And orange and red and colors That run deeper than the scars Of the Earth; Where the grasp of man halts, Giving way to nature,
Green sap oozing from great gashes in trees into paper, furniture, and houses all for human needs like the great stashes of black oil oozing.... into lakes, rivers, and streams
Do not fear, young manJust swallow your pride
The tree laughs Children play below On a hot summer day so slow The tree is shade And the tree likes offering aid The tree smiles A couple look deeply into each other's souls
Why? What can you say to justify the gory ground that I stand upon Glory? Ha! An infant's dream that died in me long ago
The clouds have veins, at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges, and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
Standing behind the curtains Hiding from the crowd He really wants to see her openly But his presence is too loud She’s been waiting for her moment It seems it’s finally here
I once knew a girl,
Giving love to a hollow heart Is like dropping a coin into a well In hopes of making a wish But never hearing it hit the bottom No splash in the water No thud against bricks Just a feeling of dread
Depression is a widow's veil. A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind. It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure the vices that mold our souls into monsters, or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
I thought it would be cleaner in here That makes sense, right? Perfectionists and all that It should be neat lined shelves, glass, platinum It's not
As she lies awake in a dark room Nothing but the wind and the tock of the clock
Oh Soldier my Soldier Empty and alone Friends back home Far from peace Gambled by dice
What do I do without you? Where do I go when you're broken too? I want to help is that possible? We could both be happy is that attainable? I want to move forward
You start from who you are; Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
Heavy and smudged sky, and drops on the window. My brain pulses, and my heart swells. It weighs down on the space between morals and the vices of feeling.
It was him
From a distance much to great, He silently seals his fate. With a rush of the tide, He loses the feelings he tried to hide. His head spins,
Days, Weeks, Months, They pass. And I wait. I wait on you. I wait on a FaceTime, A call, Some word. But you don't call. You don't FaceTime, You send no word.
Black and Blue Do you ever get a clue? Black and red do you know how much i bled? black and green You were always too keen Black and yellow Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
Words are unspoken, Things are not said, But everything she feels is stuck in her head. The sighs of a hurting, broken heart Her feelings inside tear her apart. Words that whisper,
In the midst of a friendship, Just an ordinary life, Something strange has happened. It didn't used to be this way, I could just laugh when you made a joke, Now I have a tingly feeling
It's extremely loud in here, Though you do not hear it from there. You may not be able to tell, There are a lot of arguments And the music is always up too loud. Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight, I Fight For The Light. I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room, Crying At Night, Holding That Knife, And Wishing They Died. I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles lining the window seels where pictures should be where crosses should be liquor soaking in the walls yet not absorbing the blows virbration from the seel decore
Overwhelming sense of dread,
look at yourself look at your thighs do you really believe people would care if you died your eyes are to small and your stomach too round feel the adreniline pumping?
Full of stress, full of fear.Working so hard, full of determination.A need to express, to make it clear.Eternally scarred, by the implication.Of failed success, so severe.
Staring at walls, out of mind Dark despair calls, like no other kind Shadows swirling, thoughts racing Emotions twirling, no point in chasing
The bombardment of booms that echoed the groundsSt
When we were all childrenWe kept a blanket over ou
A light coral stains her pale cheeck
How Dare You Say I am too young To see and feel and think the way I do How Dare You
You’re feeling insecure Don’t know what for You have everything That others dream for You are beautiful, strong, and pure
I took a look over the edge and slipped I fell into an oblivion The fall did not just puncture my bones but hurt a few hearts in the process They told me everything would be okay but they all left
Fond memories, led astray No glimpse of hope, such disarray Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain Tearing at the wounds that reject
In the valley of the Shadow of Death, There’s no place to hide, no place to rest. The demons there, haunting your every step. Choking you ‘till you have no breath. The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realize how lon_____g it’s been eating away at your insides, until they finally cave in and c
Nights of terror seem to pass And days of sorrow fade. In every moment that I laugh I slowly crawl out of the shade. Bits and pieces start to form But some parts are still gone.
Hey you… Yeah, you. The girl with all the scars and stories to tell. The boy who sits alone in the corner, The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”, I’m here for you, Now and forever.
I wish you hated me, because then I wouldn't feel so guilty for wanting to leave you and give up at times. I wish you despised me no matter how much love I gave you so that I wouldn't be the one to blame.
but you seethe thought of you and meour names intertwinedlike ribbons and balloonsscares me half to deaththough it feels rightand functions wellyou are the ribbonand i don’t want to be
Sometimes I can’t breatheBecause the thought of you isn’t oxygenBut some kind of toxic breath I can’t digestYou’re like a sicknessHot and feverish, making me use wordsI hate
Love is a martyr of the purest intention, An unaltered pursuit towards salvation and redemption, Embodied in the birth of One, A truer personification has never been done.
They see pain and suffering all around, And pray to ease the yolk, I see another pack of noodles, And just another bottle of Coke. They see hypocrites and liars, Fighting for what they know is right,
Don’t be fooled by the innocent Smile that’s been glued on This face, papier-mâchéd with scraps Of porcelain and love Poems and kindness Around a cage of demands To be pure.
On a cold January morning I ran through your front door Expecting your joyful presence. But instead, I heard a murmur of an unfamiliar Somber tone filling the house.
Rise Above By Brandon Motter
Actinic gargles and burps from laboratories, Their chimneys smoking out lethal heat, Lashing the winds with acidic whips, Inside boil synthetics neat, Green enough to melt your meat,