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How do you know you love someone? When do you start loving them?
I've thrown away everything. I think about my decisions, the tears they sting. Wondering what tomorrow will bring; Just another sad song for me to sing. Just another attempt to conquer this thing.
Tonight... I'll release the pain! Tonight... I'll show you who I am! A sight... I'm afraid to let you see! A fright... A monster of a man! I've been trying for so long to let them see,
Can you tell how alone I feel? Can you tell I'm fighting emotions with which I cannot deal? Can you see the pain in my eyes? Can you see me waiting for life to pass me by? Can you see the hurt, the trauma?
What if we suddenly awoke, Realized it'd all been a dream? What kind of feelings would be evoked; For us what would it mean? And if I could give back all this time, Run back across the line,
I am someone who has a playful mind When curiousity strikes me in I cant do anything but to find Whats the best way in
your voice is nothing but the intimacy of who you are and what you want to be
sometimes you get stuck in my mind like a great song played on repeat your name crosses my tongue waiting to be spoken and the song of you is a beautiful ballad one that gets me up off my feet
i fell for you like the stars fall for the moon and most days i wonder if you've fallen for me too
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
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Dreams that taste like memories, My tonuge twists in my mouth. I feel your hand caress my cheek. You catch a falling tear and wipe it, gently, away. But your kiss is sterile, empty bland.
Live, die, repeat As the Sun ascends and falls I grow older - seemlessly, though. Open the door And morning explodes. Opportunities. Rebirth. How great are these Days?
I don’t need youI don’tIt took me 8 long monthsBut it’s trueI don’t need your smile or your laughI don’t need your hand tangled in mine
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin I am night before the days begin I am terra cotta heart I am stories yet to start I am bones of solid gold I am young, but I am old I am war yet to be won
Do you know? Do you know what happens to a fish without water? Do you know what happens to a fire without air? Do you know what happens to the trees without sun?
Your fingers slowly push on my shoulder, And lower back, Quietly pulling me closer to you. Until our hearts are pressed together, Beating as one.
Time was something as a child that I really couldn’t convince. It was a complex phenomenon that I really didn’t care to believe. Time is forever on the run.
If there is a future there is time for mending - Time to see your troubles almost ending. Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow - If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.
12:00 AM Good morning I will look at you Smile softly because it’s midnight and time to sleep 1:00 AM Still awake
Isolation of my soul brought out the worst in me The original justification for this was Ive been hurt before so why try again but once I got the taste of love on my toungue again
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
why did you become so easy to love but so hard to hate
You are comfort You are hope You are a light behind a sea of air that I once thought was a wall of despair You are pure You are true Your mere presence calms me
I can't Let these words Out of my mouth. Vows so true, Eternal. Yet how I wish O, how I wish for your Undying self
Only One! Ectomorph= Tall and gangly Mesomorph= Average Endomorph= Short and fat
You think you are out there all alone, you are not meant to be alone. Your heart is not made of stone, but your will is that of stone. The voices inside on and on they drone, but you are alive and not a drone.
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing I waited
when it rainsdo not stretch your hands.the drops from the dark clouds are with enmitywon't make the scalds of love
In this life, you can only trust one person, You. You will keep your secrets, You will be there when no one else is, Even when they batter you to the ground, You will be there to help yourself up.
You were there when I needed you the most… When I was breaking under pressure, Like a sapling overburdened with snow. I always thought of myself as a mighty oak,
Art is an odd thing Unexplainable most of the time But breathtaking all of the time Artists create pieces to express themselves on canvas When we see we feel differently An expression of who we could be
I'm more than willing to put in that work because I believe you're worth it. Open your heart and let me enter. Let's see if we can birth it. By it, i mean something much bigger than us both.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul; And sings the song without the words And never stops at all. Emily Dickinson, you are a wonder. How the world could not see
To My Ex, J . G . .....
This pain that built up inside me, The screaming that shook me to my core. Took ahold of what i could see, Till I didn't know what was what anymore. And there you were being you,
Swimming through water so black,My heart beats dully in its cage.Not a soul should see the crack,Splitting in pieces with conquering rage.
Hey dude, yeah, you. We used to be locker neighbors, when we were younger. Man, I don't think I can, get over what you did. You used to be, a friend to me,
Cheers, You talked, I listened You walked, I followed You taught, I learned You believed, I exceeded You thought, I dreamed You aged, I grew You were my mentor, I am a mentor
Let me make a toast! But first, please pour yourself a drink. Now, let me begin with the achievers: To all who get up in the morning with a plan to conquer their fears,
I don't want to leave you I don't want you to never see me again I know what to do Color in the lines Darken the edges Don't let me fade away
Some noblest of feelings, Some noblest of thoughts. And all such noble things, Came togeather to draft a Billet Doux. The message of love, So sweet and simple- I’m in love, In love with you.
I was happy But I was happy With you I didn’t realize I was unhappy
I have my heart, my lungs, and my soul, but I don't have you, so tell me how I'm supposed to breath when your my oxygen, heal my soul when you tore everything down,
Sometimes I look at you and wonder how the world made someone like you. Sometimes I look at your life and wonder how you have remained so kind. Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve
I don't care who you are you need to read this or let me tell you so you can hear it for yourself Hi, my name is Beautiful which just happens to be who I am
I'm not going to write about you anymore I can't they're all sick of you and it's all my fault when I talk about you I want to scream that they're not listening they don't pay attention anymore
Vastnessis a conceptcreated to stretch boundariesof perception and allow forthe unknown to present itself.
You said I'll fail You said there's no way You said I'd never make it But guess what I'm here I've made it I reached my goals I'm on my way
Your pink, rosey lips delicately fell onto the bones of my hips. Your beaming, bright smile can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile. Your dainty, lingering fingertips, could repair sinking ships.
I didn't want to think about the way you said my name; the way your soft, rose-pink lips moved and curled in a way, a way that made my heart stop and start so abruptly.
I have food, but so do you. I have clothes, but so do you. I have friends, but so do you. I have a family, but so do you. What makes us so different?
I'm still trying to catch up on all the hours of sleep that are lost with you.
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy, is because we are afraid to lose something, that is so rare to find . . . or at least that's what I do with you.
You can either trick her into thinking your special Or You can threaten to leave her Which one would you rather kill her with?
Dear “The Other Side of Me,” Why have we been fighting lately? I honestly think it’s my fault It’s not you It’s me
I write this for you, for when you're feeling blue. Through the dampness of the night, know that there is always light. I write this for you, for desicions you drew. For your mistakes,
Life. The universe. Reincarnation. Living. Breathing. Do you know what - what these words have in common? Besides grammar - besides capitalization -
When words are too much and thoughts - too little My message to you may never be received - for, I -a novice in communications - have no way to encode. No medium fits me
You are never alone, You are always being followed. An elusive entity That is connected by a thread.
Pass that class Apply for college Gain more weight Still get acne Question yourself Question your morals Have regrets Forgive yourself Improve yourself Love yourself
Ode to You:
"If you don't write your story, Someone will write it for you." I would agree with that. Yes, I'd say it's true. But someone will write it anyway, When you're buried deep in the ground,
"If you don't write your story, Someone will write it for you." I would agree with that. Yes, I'd say it's true. But someone will write it anyway, When you're buried deep in the ground,
One day When I rise above my yearns. The pains that I've seen incoming Will be like yet another take on life.
Do not say anything, Not even a word. Even if you want me to, I connot ablige. Untill you have seen, My life through my eyes.
I will never say that I didn't need you. I will never say that you were bad. I will never say that I felt alone when I was with you. I will never say that you didn't change me.
To You, Maybe I wasn't the best thing that happened to you. But I did happen to you. This was real. I breathed and lived inside your heart, so don't you dare tell me This wasn't real.
I crave those moments When my deepest senses — of every corner, and of every edge of my entire being — are touched and awakened. I crave those moments When my deepest senses
hello, in the backyard of the cherished soil, where my love always falls flat like swollen notes i never sent. comma i stare at you while the sun rises. the red solo cup in my hand has been
I am slowly sinking into the quicksand of your love Letting it envelop me completely and never letting it go I fall deeper and deeper in your pool of infatauation
Because I love you “You should buckle up, wear your seatbelt.” “Have you had anything to eat today?”
You are the sun, I am the moon. Not entirely related, Not entirely necessary to have one for the other to survive. But both entirely important, But both entirely loved.
Because I love you, Your happiness is mine, Your problems are mine. Just like I am yours.
We were deep into the winter season. The weather was as cold as ice. We shivered with all reason. Our warmth was our price.
Love is providing back-up when the platoon needs it. Your Platoon. Love is pushing one to do better and go farther than even the person receiving the love thought possible.
You exist in memories that slip out my mind. Help me find a place for you to be present. Given time in these rhymes every line will descirbe bluer skies, suns that rise, happiness in lovely eyes.
I talk When you Don’t have the words, Because I love you. I listen When you Have news to share, Because I love you. I smile When you Lack the strength to,
Because I Love You Because I Love You I will lift you up. Like clouds with rain So high in the sky. Because I Love You I will make you happy.
Love is something you love and think all aboutLove's something you're giving allegiences toLove's not something very ordinaryIf you love it you will take risk for itLove's a medicine reliving your pain
Can you hear the silence? Can you taste the tears? Can you see the dark? Can you mend the wounded? Can you feel their heart?
the scribbles on the bathroom wall tell the story of a broken heart. beneath the ink there it lay. barren, clean, new. the pollution of this rotten inconvenience, while formed through hurt,
Because I love you, I feel the need to put no other soul above you.
the sarcasm in your blood cuts cold through my heart so screw you the look in your eyes slices my intentions in half so screw you your constant questions for me
Because I Love You Because you are mine, because you are yours You've seen me at my worst, and held me true You've seen me real, I am free An open book,
Apart from you, I am safe, warm and whole again.
because i love you, baby, i will hold your hand. keep your heart in my pocket and my feet in the sand, with the angels in winter and the dresses in snow in the songs that you sing when i'm driving slow.
Love is holding someone tight, it is knowing someone cares. Love is living life, it is thinking of tomorrow and building today. Love is crying when your hurt, it is knowing that it will heal.
Because I love you I will say no. Because I love you I will let go. Because I love you I will support you. Because I love you I will be your boo. Because I love you I will do anything.
I took time to notice all the little things about you Like how your hair was auburn Or how you laughed I brought you flowers on our first date You smelled them and told me they were pretty
Cherokee roses for the wildflower in me, rustling above my Boholano roots that borne me I alone slept still in my barren garden with lovely wonder I hold my tongue as you draw my attention with the spell you hypnotized me under
No two strangers as strange as they be will ever as strange, as you, or as me. We may walk different ways with distance between what we believe, but we might never quite grasp
Because you love me, you told me to stay with your friends
Take my hand don't be afraid Your life is so grand don't let your meaning fade away Put up a fight don't ever loose hope Even if your stomach is tight
They used to hold me softly when I started to break Like a thing made of fragile glass to be treated With the wariness and fear of the untouchable. But not you. You hold me in iron embrace,
8 letters 3 words I LOVE YOU. Its deadly like venom, it will course through every vein
I wonder what makes your eyes glitter On looking, sad guys become better Please don’t be mad when i don’t look away And don’t think i am a sheep gone astray.
Because you are kind, Because you are patient, I love you. Because you do not envy or boast, Because you are not arrogant or rude, I love you. Because you do not insist on your own way,
To tell you the truth,I am fearful, petrified,That you see my heart.
Are you here with me?,I want to see your bright eyes,Fervent and complete.
If you wait for your destiny,Then your destiny will be to wait.
Love is not chocolates and heart-shaped candy ,Nor be it candlelight and eloquent dinners,In the crowded, glowing midnight city,Nor be it dressed in soft furs,
I did not know what love was until I met him It was not until I felt him caress my skin He captured my heart And locked me away Because I love you, he said
You have finally stopped thinking about him Once in awhile though, you reminisce He gave you a zest for life you never knew possible. Initially it was inspiration, then came the taint of purpose.
You left me, yes it hurts, your the only one who really did love me? yes I'm still in love. you gave me your all, you choice the drugs. yet, your still in my thoughts.
I took an online quiz a few years ago...It told me that my soul was ancient,So I sat down today and dusted off my art pens,But I could not put down the image I saw.It eluded my fingertips.
The distance is great,Every centimeter pain,But I see your eyes.
i write you a letter, in a clear hand, to tell you that i am no longer willing to be trapped, in your chains, in your walls in your endless emptiness that you fill with the voices
I dream as any other does, and I breathe. I see as any other does, and I cry.
What is this darkness? But with this grief, I have you, So I embrace darkness.
This is the kind of love story that no one warned you about. This isn't the happily ever after kind of story. This is an incomplete sentence. The lonely page ripped out of the book.
I’m the kind of girl Who dreams of the sky Who watches the clouds With stars in her eyes I’m the kind of girl With hope in her heart And love in her hands Till it tears her apart
You were written in Countless languages at once; You have no possible Translations.
She looks at you and sees the galaxy in your eyes, the ocean in your soul. She sees the sadness in your smile. Yet, she loves you with every drop of her soul's ocean.
What should America be? A country fo you? Or for me? Most would say "The greatest nation in the world" That's an easy answer, for a not-so-easy girl But why? What makes us great? Our money? Or lucky fates?
Half past twelve Ticking began Surrounded by waves In lengths that fade Silence screamed And my heart gave way To the beast inside Never felt this way
Music makes me think of you. Smiles make me think of you. Poetry makes me think of you. Laughter makes me think of you. Nature makes me think of me of you.
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
Where is my love Where are my dreams Hiding behind fanciful schemes Or rushing through a river Under the water that gleams
Dirt and shame were my middle names Only saw brown in the reflection Couldn’t stop the streams from falling A broken heart all I felt
31,536,000 seconds in a year Tick-tick-ticking by One by one in a perfect line Never out of place Ever failing or a being a disgrace But also never risking Never trying Never going
Smoke cascades like soft grey velvet, past cracked lips that slowly release the worries of the world, Kill yourself a little bit every day, because that's better than living long enough to think about you,
I’ve been Awake full nights, For the past three months, Because I’ve got nothing to do. So instead of doing nothing, I instead do nothing and
It's 4 pm 12 hours ago I was awake Make no mistake I've been up so damn late. Wait, retake. It's 5 am and 12 hours ago i was walkin,
Close your eyes. Imagine for a moment you wake up because someone is screaming; Imagine that he or she is begging for help; Imagine how the tears fill up your eyes, When you realize that there's nothing you can do.
Do you understand? Do you really understand the moment, the exact instant when you realize what the beauty of the day comes to bring you?
Listen to me. You are worthy. No matter what. I promise, even if you never looked like this by choice, it doesn't matter, you are
poetry an elegant expression of emotions anything and everyrhing one person sees beauty one sees pain it's all up to the decoder to find the meaning it resonates
Have you ever experienced a moment in life when you were at a loss of words? Have you ever experienced those breath-taking moments in life--the moments of wonder, beauty, love, peace, happiness, joy, awe, amazement, and life?
YouMy loveMy lifeHave always Been my protectorBeen my powerMy everything Without youI'm lifelessLovelessMe
Do me a huge favor Dont come back I have let you in to many times Ive gotten to a point id let you come back forever so dont, this way we both get peace Maybe I wont move on But
You will never realize how much he ruined you When you start talking to someone new; it will hit you You will not realize until someone tries to do something he did You will always think about missing him being there
I will never understand something How can you smile all day long and cry yourself to sleep Pictures never change but people in them do How your bestfriend can become someone to hate
I never really understood this, You were my "person" , meaning that i'm in love you with you, wantint you You are in love with another person, wanting them My heart used to skip a few beats because of you
i press on to seek You i need to know You i want to be like You You will never leave nor forsaken me You said that here i am, i know You hear me, You hear my prayers i know that Your time is right
Silence my words Silence them all Remove these heavy chains Your words are poisoning my veins
RED is the violence our kind faces a discrimination that surpasses religion and races An ORANGE tinge outlines our scars. A reminder of Injustice comitted this June, in an Orlando gay bar.
Memories float behind closed eyes, drifting dandelion seeds upon an invisible breeze, just beyond grasp. Elusive as a dream, though numerous as the leaves on a tree,
Wind oh windYou are here todayGive me strengthGo through my heartCure it from its battleRun through my skinShow me how soft and loving you are!Wind oh windIam glad to know
If all stars were meant to be the same then they would have the same shape and size they would even be the same in the way they shine.
paper listens with out judgement no day comes when ink prints the page who soaks up tears naked questions
My eyes are mirrors reflecting the kind-hearted, innocent girl visible to others. Revealing an optimistic and cool-headed child. My skin color embraces my Hispanic heritage.
There once was a bride and the bridegroom, a tree a wedding ceremony with death as an attendee. Death held the bride's arm, walking her down the aisle As he did , he whispered in her ear with a faint smile
The one little fish in a tsunami Swimming for her life, Wanting to be free. Knowing that the fish around her can't hear, The screams, The fears. Dancing around her, Watching, moving fast.
In the same way the moon lights up the sky when the sun is busy or how the grass sways when the wind breaks, ugliness, not beauty, creates poetry.
A reticent, budding girl, Pushes all her jumbled feelings down, But while composing, her thoughts begin to swirl, no longer enduring emotional drown. At times when nobody listened,
Sympathy lies as the stars align-coincide with the breath of humanity’s cryto become one with the stars and breatheout life. Come in, come in, but keep your hands at the sides.
I have always been good with words As a child they called me slick J With the flick of my tongue, they would do whatever I said In middle school, I began to rap
All to those who laugh at me: I am not your enemy, I am not your friend, no we are not aquainted. My voice may sound fainted, but the truth is that's all me.
She smiles everyday. Laughs all the time. She's the one who makes you smile all the time. Always bringing happiness to the room. But do you know what she feels like on the inside?
God created the universe in seven daysOr at least that's what a book says. The Mayans wrote a calendar And everyone swore the world was going to end. Romeo and Juliet are the epitome of loveAll because Shakespeare wrote a play.I write in hopes tha
It's really a lovely image, isn't it: The Lone Poetess, writing boldly, in tune A world unto herself, a world in her mind. I am not her. I can't build worlds for myself;
What Can I (Watch the video) [Verse 1:] So, they ask me what’s poetry. What can I do but tell you what this poet thinks?
Someone else's battle is different from mine.They've been through struggles I can't face.And I've been through struggles they can't face.That doesn't give me any rights.
Writing isn’t a talent Writing is an art An art that even people with minds under lock and key Shades snapped shut
I Have This Little Fire I have this little fire. It’s deep inside of me. Sometimes it’s thin like wire, But others, thick as trees. This little flame is searing, It never leaves my mind;
Being a shy and reserved teen, I've always feel out of place. Going through a deep depression, a light came into my depth of darkness, which is my 10th grade teacher. She inspired me to express myself through root word play.
I wish to be yours and nonetheless, I wish to be the name that makes you catch a breath. I wish to be awaken by your beautiful face, I wish to be yours and no one takes my place.
Rhyme This time Sam-I-am Green eggs and ham Just pretend there is a place Where the sidewalk actually ends Place, please, plays, prays, praise, pays, pace? Face disgrace to human race
I’m mining a tunnel Where to I don’t know Maybe next I’ll build a bridge But until then I am mining a tunnel As I mine I begin to wonder What will become of this?
My gift. My voice. A melody. A tune. A sound. Which then became Words recited rapidly And rhythmically. I soon discovered It was a form Of p-o-e-t-r-y.
confrontation scares me. I don’t like to talk it out, my tongue gets twisted I hate to scream and shout, I cant communicate how I feel unless I write it down.
Poetry, A outlet for me, even at the age of three, Writing became my therapy, In my darkest moments, hidden from the world, Alone, scared, silent, My fingers searched for my pen and paper,
Reality is whatever my words make it. A long forgotten shack in the middle of a blizzard,
We are told as a teen to believe. To believe in childhood myths to boost our esteem That one-day they can release our fatigues in hopes to proceed,
Step by step rattled breath by rattled breath with the things I felt I hoped for death. The echoes of dribbling the sounds of squeaking did nothing to drown out the pleading.
Words once swam around my Skin and danced across my Fingers and sung melodies I Couldn't understand It was wonderful when My teacher told me I could Keep them like
English teachers often hearken back to simpler days And swoon over Shakespearean verse But the Bard’s sonnets often put my mind in a haze His archaic words scorning me like a curse
Poetry and I Are joined by a common thread Considered by some an obstinacy But most appreciate the freedom To appreciate the worth in everything The refusal to take a side
Employ the men who left their homes. Afraid, astray, alone they fight.Return, return, insist the moms. Frontiers assault and chill the bones.Nor friend nor foe, welcome the light.Employ the men who left their homes. Avow their dignity and pay
Poetry is food for the mind At our youngest ages We yearn for attention We long for satisfaction And hope for fulfillment
Poetry is dead, he said, As he woke up with the sun. As his breath came out in gentle puffs And a silent song was sung.
I lived and I praised and I loved and I gave And Finally I was empty Nothing Left In Me Been turned to the side by the mind's greatest enemy Depression What a taboo word
As I touched the powdery texture of its skin. My hands could not resist the urge to pick the thin ball point with dark black ink. As my hand and the ink touch its skin it felt as if we were made for each other.
My definition of poetry: undefined.
A poet usually never speaks on why something or someone still lingers in their mind though they are no longer a part.
Frozen. Stuck. Words failing to form. A story too long to focus on. Suddenly, A butterfly thought. Fluttering around before landing on a new paper. The world fallen silent.
Sitting in a library Pulling books, one by one Off the shelf, Reading, reading Shuffling forward, Repeatedly, repeatedly Nothing fits, Nothing clicks.
Because I could not stop for life He kindly stopped for me And in the carriage life and I And purest poetry Life picked me up and showed me things I hadn't seen before
There was a slippery slope, I almost fell into a hole However, you came while I was a wreck Unexpected, but you met me at this broken place of hopelessness I began to pour out every emotion
Woke up this morning terrified to speak my mind, guess you're wondering why? So let's rewind back to this kid about four foot three, Being picked apart because he didn't rock jay's on his feet,
Can I Sense What the Physical Eye Cannot Detect ? By: Alesiya Walker When a heart pleads for love,
It is the voice in your head Some have given it a name: Conscience but Mine screams and screams Never turning off. And so I write to free my cluttered mind to be An empty and calm place
The paper screams for me to reunite him with his love. The paper and the pencil, they seem like the perfect pair. Who am I to keep them apart? I fill his empty lines with dark letters,
Life is full of wonder, fulfillment and love, kindness from above, your life starts as a blank page, but as you go on it turns to a book full of poems, pages and pages that tell you a story.
I write to let people know the real me, not the one their minds made me up to be. If you really knew me, you'd know after my parents divorce ,my mother became mentally abusive.
A fat black girl in a skinny white woman’s world That’s where it all started Looking to be accepted into society’s standards Never finding myself aimed towards the target 12th grade…
The night is black as the Dead Sea, As waves of emotions crash over me. The stars glisten in the skies above, As I wish for only a taste of love. To a dear poet I once knew,
and so many things remind me of you always of you, and you, and you i’m reminded of your hands, and the way your neck curves to meet your shoulders the way my shirt hangs off of you like its ten sizes too big
It Comes In Waves
You said nothing was worse than losing the one you love I lie here dying while you take yourself apart like a house of cards The light fades from my eyes whiles yours are burning brightly
I do not write poetry for people. I do not write poetry for you. I am blessed, yes, but I sit beneath no peepul. It is not for the “ahs” or the “oohs” I write poetry Not for me.
I can't speak very well. Words get caught and cluttered in the middle of my brain and what comes out doesn't quite say what I mean. But damn, when I get a pencil Shakespeare's got nothing on me.
Poetry is an open letter that I never mean to send. Poetry is the escape that keeps my family from its end. It keeps my anger from building into a skyscraper, and it keeps my heart from bleeding on my sleeve.
Ink spots litter my fingers; I see the beauty of words, Words, In jumbled messes, scattered all over what, once, used to be a blank sheet.
I'm not going to say your gut is endless, because there is a bottom. Sometimes you stomach is full, or empty it depends on where I go. A "picky eater" is a name,
Pain, fierce it stings just to think about it.Need, strong enough to kill unless you live without it.
Some lessons in school Come and go Others however Help you to reap and sow Poetry is a tool that Has many uses The reason I love it, it helps Cope with life’s abuses
voices in my head so scared i barely went to bed i did not know what to do only if the people around me knew never much cared for writing until it was all i had putting my thoughts into words
With mind full, ready to burst,Pencil poised and ready.Once was hungry, filled with thirst,but now is sure and steady. Thoughts and ideas pour in and flow out.The dots all connecting.Of my efforts, there can be no doubt.My voice clearly projecting
I wish I could hide Find a place devoid of you But every space is you No matter the distance I am still next you Caught in your shadown
The saying goes, “A picture is worth a thousand words,” But I know that the 26 letters of the alphabet are what makes millions of those words. So, I use my words to create the imagery that's worth a thousand words.
sometimes I feel neverending sometimes I feel very small today was a small day. the little piece of paper on the end of the tea bag read me a poem to make me feel better.
English class is not for me Essays and speeches I don't like to see Grammar lessons Just let me be Reading books Not my cup of Tea But Poetry, oh Poetry
A wildfire, mind transpired.Burning leaves and flowers.My mind, a fiery shower.I think vivid. Lucid.Thinking of all the things you did.Traveling far off in the distance.
My Poetry is My Life How I convey My Strife This gift it comes from above It is the utensil in which I demonstrate my Love Sometimes it comes in Lyrical waves
Once, on a broken winter's day when I had nothing left No words to say, no power lain upon my shoulder, I wept Silent tears of nothingness, not knowing I was home To feel left without destiny, abandoned, isolated, alone
There is an dimension between love and war; in mentality, arguements occur in thought. In dreams, I get a particular emotion that cannot be tamed, but controled or overthrown.
Burning power of an unbridled storm. Searing Passion of Hatreds' scorn. Guilty pain punctured my soul. My mind was bursting, nearly full. History of anger and heritage of strife,
You came into my life like a whirlwind during my darkest times and with you, you brought a light. Some people just don't understand and some do. You were and still are the one thing I know I can count on,
Taking some time to think back It is quite difficult to track The date of the beginning When poetry I found fitting
I sought to feel. I confused my emotions for people with the ideas I had of them. I remember falling for someone because they were to themselves. Their obscureness brought me great determination.
I've stopped counting I broke my vocabulary free, suddenly I see Why everyone is okay with being numb all the time It's easier to feel nothing, than everything Now, I realize
These words I write Are the only ones that feel right Living in a world of wrong These poems are my songs The songs of struggling to find a way To get through each and every day
When I looked at me What did I see? But a lonesome girl With no personality Then I came across This thing called poetry And read Ego Trippin’ By Nikki Giovanni Only to realize
It all started when i was young and had a love for the way lyrics coursed into my ears and set my body a flame As i acquired years i found my other love The written word ,A bundle of pages that took you to another world
I blush the color of a pink blossoming rose when I think of how you’re in my life. I could travel to a thousand mountaintops and none would make me shiver the way you do.
The magic of poetry starts within ones heart Filled with flair and grace is where it starts Pen in hand every minute of the day Start to sing and thing along the way
You started as just an assignment. Something I had to do to keep that grade up. But, once I was done with you I missed you. It didn't take long before I had a whole book
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
You compose a symphony that consists of every sound that resurrects a grim memory. You seek solace in pain, it's the only constant you've ever known.
A Krazy Kahlo and Picasso By Lauren Ward All I Need Is a Painting. A Picasso. Or maybe a Frida Kahlo.
"Poetry is lighthearted, fun, and pretty!" says the teacher well this student says,"FUCK THAT!" For all the times I've been pissed off, let down, upset, wronged, estranged,
i have faith in someday a someday where it's you and me,kissing and laughing and promisingeternity
Under the waters of the deep blue sea I swam 'cross waters intrigued as can be The waves agreed to show me around; tide in my fawn I had time on my hands, for each day a new flavor
I could fill a notebok with all the things I love I could write until I ran out of ink I could talk until I lost my voice I could and I would but I won't because I'm only allowed one
i am the ghost you never knew i was the one you passed and stole a second glance i was the ghost you would turn to in times of woe i was the one who picked you up when you were down
I can guarantee that when you see me I will be overthinking It's a bit of a curse the outcome can hurt but I'd be lying to say it didn't have its perks
I thought I needed you, Desiring your presence Or your reassuring words Not anymore Others have not relieved the pain
In my heart In my hand I hold heart and give it to you When I close my eyes I see your face When I'm hurt You hold me close I look into your eyes I see our future I see our love
All I need is a hand to hold. Teach me how to be bold I do not need to be told, I need to be shown not by diagrams and charts but by the careing of someones heart.
YouThe one I wantThe one I hold close to my heartForever and everThe one I don't want to let goYouThe spark that ignites the fire in my soulThe chill ascending upon my spineThe major chords played in our melodyThe emotions carried in my tearsYou
Day one is when I thought your name was weird, then day two being the day that my mind was cleared. On day three, my heart began to experience this feeling,
It shoots up, I smack it down With your answers, your problems Mine, nowhere to be found. One insinuation and they go wild, Mad with intent To spread, and then I smack it down, With your voice, your worries
Is it okay to be yourself in a world where each person is a reflection of someone else? Individuality is not an original equation from a single person, but an
You are a storm. Yet you are nothing. And life is an ocean, Vast and undiscovered. It's choppy and crule. Its swells are too much. Sadness hits in great waves
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue, is people only listen when it comes time to miss you. When they can no longer dismiss you; the latter is a hero. Exploiting their favoritism to avoid the fear of
Your thoughts Your voice Your heart Your bosy All I need Is you
You stand in the middle of the road, to the left of you, down a little ways the road veers right, off into the great unknown. To the right of you, there's a hill
All I need is you.You turn my needs to wants and your presence makes me swoonAll I need is you.I'm a moth to your flame but your flame is all I need to keep me warm in these cold harsh nights stranded
You hold this power. Power of width and life. Power that only the stars ignite. The power in you that starts new discovery. Of places and people, and grand mystery. You rarely seek this type,
Your mind works in curious ways, like the sun only ever reaches it on the days when you let your guard down.Your optimism is much more rare lately.
only my walls see my tears and only my walls know my fears i keep it all inside except once... when someone pried i opened up and tried but they hurt me so... i nearly died
Words is the only thing I know how to use. I don't know what else to do to ignite the fuse. I've been suffocating in darkness until I saw the light. I was so scared of 'what if' and 'might'.
It started with a big boom Matter, thought, a spark, she forms She emerges from this She has nothing to show She begins to grow
Something within beats madly, angrily forcing thoughts to the surface.
I fucked up a valium... I been fuckin up. You? That shit don't mean shit... "you, you you..." I been thru that shit... it's all about me now. I'm the head. you're the tail...
The first time we kissed, When I made the first move, Not you, On the floor of your room It tickled me Like you had been for the past 20 minutes I felt it
I didn’t know a person could be so mentally unstable But I found myself walking into a construction zone The signs said turn back But I forgot my hard hat And I had a hard head I dug myself a whole
Who woulda thought Thunk Think Thinking about you I find myself thinking about you Why What How do you do it It? Take up so much space in my brain
Let it fly, fly aloneSince it has a formAnd fibres fineMade by hands divineHappy is HeAnd beautiful is itAlways full in dressFinest of all the insectsIs the butterfly!
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he The message passed, a swift From her pair of ears to her brain Her heart was beating up in at the highest Her mind was remembering it on and on
There's a reason why we lie. To ourselves and to others. It's because we're afraid of what the truth might do. To ourselves and to others.
Same page different books.. From the dusty stones… Hidden hopes in your blank looks. In the library of our mind
NO ONE'S HANDS ARE GOING TO BE ROUGH LIKE YOURS NO ONE'S LIPS ARE GOING TO BE CHAPPED LIKE YOURS NO ONE IS GOING TO ASK ME FOR THING LIKE YOU NO ONE IS GOING TO WRITE ME SONGS LIKE YOU
You radiate throughout dreams, under the darkest corridors of minds slipping in every entry north of the heart. dodge imperfections with every breath enter a new reality, doors locked
See your flower is delicate Delegates of angels persuade to me you're heaven sent But you know how the devil is.. With his disquises Almost Compromised me From the ground grew a violet
i am a girl. i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door. i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys on their knees just to be seen by.
It was you But it was I It was us together we were unstoppable Black and white Then life It was just a dream Blue and clear Reject and hurt I cried a river For it was a dream
YOU You are the one that my mind will not stay off of; you are the one whose smile pimples cheeks nose eyes I cannot stop staring at; when our eyes
It won’t kill you. No, what you’re afraid of won’t hurt. But you can. The fear can drive you. Drive you off course. Drive you into a rail.
I am me From my head To my toes I am the universe But I am very small I am my culture But I am different I am bisexual But I am not confused I am a friend
Not one of the Me's -But all of the Me's- All of the different variations of I -All of the I's in me- Only one you will see. Only one that will stop,
This is a response poem to something I heard one of my 'friends' say - "People who want to commit suicide are stupid and selfish. If they want to die, I say let them. They can have fun in Hell."
Without me you are lost With me you are found Without me you cannot touch With me you hear sound You are nothing But closed eyes And dry lips I am something
I will be your strong tree I will, just give me the key I am alone Atleast I am not a clone I will be there when you cry I will leave if you lie I am true I don't know what you go through
The world around me crumbling to the ground, me caught in the middle while pebbles of once beautiful castle walls surround me, drown me. But you, you saved me. And me? I let you.
There is so much to give and so much to do. Don't let anyone ever hurt you. You are beutiful and perfecty inperfect in your own and uniqe ways. Show the world who you really are and what you are capable of.
See, Hydrogen atoms started at the beginning of everything, At the base of the Big Bang,
You are the one, You are the best, You are amazing, And here's the rest; Why settle for less When you could have the world?
I don't know what you've been told but baby girl you're beyond amazing eccentric to the world an angel in disguise undeniably genuine talented beyond measure
Be Positive Be Awesome Be Kind Be You The air that we breathe is awesome The sky is awesome The grass is awesome The sun is awesome The place we call home is awesome
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
Is today a good day? Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't. The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
Reptile; Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh, An egg that never hatched. Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son Parents tell me "do better, You don't want to go to hell...son."
Can I be lost in your arms Can I forget what it is to remember Can I lie and say goodnight Would you believe me? If I try to deceive you Would you even care Would you look away
My heart races Your brown eyes My stomach gets butterflies Your smile My brain can't think straight Your sweater My favorite Your hugs My weakness Your voice My harmony
I have this reoccurring dream. Me laying outside on a blanket watching the stars with "you" But "you" seems to change every time I do. I've always been fond of the nighttime sky.
I believe in you, the way you believe in me. My weaknesses, from me, you drew. Inner beauty, in me, you see. With no hesitation, I knew. You were and always have been the one for me. My love for you
Having a bad day? Feeling down? Are the skies gray? Just smile and turn your life around You know why? Because you are wonderful Don't let your happiness die Life isn't awful
My hope is powered by the greatness of your heart. My smile is fueled by the sweetness of your words. My mind is functioning with the help of your rambunctious emotions.
There is something about the cold,still air That made your senses sharpen And suddenly, you see every hair on your arm, standing up And feel small bumps infecting your skin,
You were born to lose but built to win.Always constantly in the Face of adversity, But sill you find the will to prevail.That's awesome.While adversity shape shifts in different forms, scenarios, and pigments
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell Shades and tainted images hide well The blemishes and marks that always dwell Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
I needed you to say something magically mind altering. Something that would knock me off course with very weak knees, leaving me lingering on your every word like an obtuse cobra swaying into a hypnotic trance.
It's funny to think I've been called type A. That we could label a person with letters, put them into groups. I'd say I don't fit characteristics of anyone else.
The way you wake up and get out of bed, The way the warm shower water feels on your head, The way you're so tired and forget what Mom said, You. The way the kids point and and laugh and play,
Your skin, it breathes Your hair, it speaks, Your mouth it loves. You speak gods into the minds of men and your silence shakes the Earth that supports you Its hard to feel awesome, when pain lingers
my soul is well, yet my mind is lost in an Identity crisis.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
The last day before your good Goodbye I do hope to see you one more time Dreamt of the time to pass and say Hi
I hate the things that reminds me of you I hate myself for thinking about you
I want you in my life Read between the lines Behind this words I hide The truth I keep inside
I wanna cry but the tears won't show
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NOT FOR THE WAY YOU SMILE, BUT FOR THE WAY YOU SLOWLY GLANCE AT THE WORLD.
How it feel up there? That act you got hanging in
*/ /*-->*/ Where I once was never to be the trees do fall the night never to call
“Muse, where are you?”, I wonder. “Muse, what are you?”, I ponder. I think about you all the time. I contemplate your existence. Are you here or are you there?
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell Shades and tainted images hide well The blemishes and marks that always dwell Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
i don't need this boy anymore that's what i keep telling myself until i'm laying in darkness buried by threadbare quilts and my own secret sadness
You’re a soft bed of grass, Sans the bugs, briers, and burrs That have plagued me before. You are secluded from the cityscape, But not lacking in excitement. In solitude someplace,
If you know me by my presence, You know me by my appearance. If you know me by appearance, You probably don't know about my absence. If you know me by my absence, You don't know my reason.
We chase after the intangible Leaving our presence as history Forgetting to remember that we are in the Now. And in the midst of each others desolation,
Roses are red Violets are blue My name is Nick But for some odd reason Some call me Nickypoo
I love the way your words cuuurl up Around your front teeth Like a cat’s tail... Or a breath of cool morning air that floats up to fill the space Before finally getting spat out.
I am a nice ass,
The tablet hovers before my face And captures it with an audible click a still reflection of me will join a sea of photography and my lungs are about to be flushed with eyes that are thirsty for their
People always make analogies Saying birds are free; they want to be birds. What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... ..as I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
Jesus walks with in me day by day When I show them the real me they say it's not okay They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
It is 4:43 am, & nothing feels rightI am tossing and turning,
When will people start to care?All around them wrongs are being doneA poem here, a poem thereI now think that people try to stay dumb
Pressing further down the road. Pressing harder on the petal. Racing my way- To the thought of you. At the end of this road, I see me coming home. Back to you. Gripping the steering wheel,
A relationship with another human being is such an amzing thing
Like wind, I'm unpredictable. Bringing a breeze, I cause people to move in my direction and not be still. Making the day that much better, to know I am wanted and not wished to go away.
What is “Flawless”? Like what does it mean? You don’t know, well here is a definition Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect Now tell me are you flawless?
Looking into the abyss What do I see? I see me Wearing my ugg boots And skinny jeans “I am pretty” I say “I am smart” I say “I am me” I say
I don't know what I want
My hair is thinning My skin is almost pale My life is nothing like a fairytale I am of the average height Contacts help me see what's in sight I look for depth in everyone
Time after time people are labeled as things Words of hurt, words that crash dreams Because of how we look, not for what we be But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
As the population grows, Every human being becomes less important, Of less concern to the person next to them. One day we will have found a solution to running out of resources and created more,
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
live through me who lives to be
Everyone is beautiful, Perfect. Just the way they are. Some might even saw, flawless, I mean, all humans have flaws, But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
I will always believe in you though we’ve never shared a word The years that pass with grains of sand only to be remembered. In your tears I’ve understood every word no one else ever heard.
I don't remember jumping
My place is stained with you I look to my left and it's where we laughed I look to the right and it's where we loved The chair that I sat in as you broke the news The bed I lay on as I listened to you
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL! Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
I am a Natural Beauty Them contacts, I don't need Them lashes, I won't wear That makeup it looks nice but my perfect Natural skin it don't fit right wit Because my Beauty is Natural Yes I have a Natural fro
Each morning my face looks at me, Some days with sleep still in its eyes. And, though I like the face I see, It's time to put on my disguise. The brown eyelashes become black;
I am a beautiful woman But my mind body and soul Is confined by the powers of this intertwined worlds Of what we call social media. The filters of normal, Kentucky, slumber, and rise
Ive started seeing the universe in everything. And that is why when i am in nature i am full of joy. because i know that everyone has a bit of blue sky in them and even when the dawn approaches,
Who am I Behind the filter of a picture I am a man with very much to remember I have a story that is not yet over Black man living past 18 is the luck of a 4 leaf clover The story that is not told
to speak but cannot form the words that would fulfill my thoughts desire. to gain freedom but scared to face the breakout of war against another. yes, yes this is how you and i must feel, this is how you and i try to explain,
Shame on you Filter! For hiding my little mole that I have on my left side
I look in a mirror and see nothing I take a picture and see a plan face Only when adding a filter will I feel like something When I add filter I hide the dark tint on my skin Making it my very own filter
Aye, that natural beauty tells a story show my power and courage to not be like others Show off myself because theres only one of me with added enhancers we are all the same
Alice has done something horrible.
I am me. I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock". I love learning, but I am not a "nerd". I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy". I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum". I am me.
There’s a woman there, I can see her. She stands out to me, it’s her eyes. Something about the way she’s staring back at me grabs me.
Heart And Hustle I can do it.
Baby, I've been thinking about us lately, The way I smile when I'm in your arms, How you make me feel safe and at home, I just wanted to let you know, I love you, and I don't want to live without you, so lets forget about tomorrow, Lets forget abo
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit I'm just going to be honest Every inch of me is flawless Vulnerable, anxious
Camera, Camera on my phone. Filter away all my flaws, Surly I do lie, but beauty is key , Without filters, We shine flawless like gems, Now we see eye to lens, Simple beauty,no trends.
I searchedfor youin crowds,in my dreams,in the stars,But I foundYouwere in my heart.
I have been told "Where there is a will, there is a way" When I grow old I want to see Christ walk my way I have been blessed with many gifts Somehow I want to use them
i guess i knew i would shatter if i let myself fall for you as hard as i did. but i did not expect microscopic shards of myself to fly through the atmosphere and land miles apart.
Life is a journey and happiness comes with exploration.
"Snap" goes the camera as she take another. "Snap, Snap" She isn't satisified. She goes again. Every image of her face, showing the same smile Same eyes and same nose, but as always the picture is never right.
Long walks on the beach Looking into your eyes
So many things happening around me and it just amazes me how God just continues to keep his hedge of protection around me and to bless me.I sometimes wonder about things that happened to me in the past and how so any people have walked out of my
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Will I ever be a
It looked original, body so curvy, eye's so blue, gray, green, even something a little in between, you know what I mean?
As long as I can remember, I have tried to compose love like a chemical formula with me as the main component: mixing different elements of a relationship, always using the wrong variables, never reaching that perfection I was searching for.
I connect every star with an imaginary line But also link our fate together with a single red thread. Love forged upon theinvisible path I paved Falls perfectly into my own celestial vision.
How does it feel to be trapped behind a screen? In a world without dimension where perception is key. We iron our hair and puff out our lips in hopes that they don’t see What’s real?
I'm not sure how to wear self confidence
It's odd that I do not need to add a mod-ification or filter To show the real me, the E-R-I-C-K E stands for excellent, this poem shows the essence R stands for rhymer who spits fire
A pimple on my cheek Who cares? A crack in between my teeth Who cares? A hair out of place Who cares? A few strech marks across my waist Who cares? I love my skin
Through an Instagram lens its often hard to see the bigger picture Every post is worth a thousand words And some of them are meant to injure
Break the lense
Where did what's right and what's beautiful become so intertwined? When did I becomed defined only by my jaw line? Why does #MasterCleanse and #LookingThin appear more than #Eating and #LetLoose?
To strive and hold is what matters most The love we have sometimes hard to control We can fight and argue all day long But in the end we know whom we belong
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery... Too fast and short, too bad too good, Different people different manners, Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
I tilt my head up, it reflects the light better. Followed by the caption, carefully typed letter by letter. Should I use Valencia? it makes me look tan. This will definately get me famous, every "like" is a fan.
I am everything I could ever ask When time flits away my inner beauty thrives Guiding me to the infinite fountains
I am me under these clothes behind those filters. I am me. No bright light to make my picture brighter. No filter to make me lighter. I am me. Who am I with all these unspoken words?
So who is the man in the mirror? The real one- you know? The one behind the filter hidden away, disquised because no matter how hard he tries... There is something different--
Hidden behind the screen
Just be who you are. No matter what anyone says to you, are you.
Sometimes, my teeth seem slightly rotten with a honey residue considering, weekends I forget to brush, Or how my hair waves in this condescending way when I clinch my fist together.
I am Broken.
I have been boxed and labeled, and am expected to reach a certain location, but I've been lost in the mail,
The world is full of hate drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know women are starving to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create children are bullied
oh, how the depths whisper sweetly thy name, as sea foam outstretches and kisses the rain. and oh, how the moon cries for the hopeless and the hills sigh so softly, helpless to thy pain.
To my descendants: When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways. People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
Neglect–ed Ringed out with blood and stretch marks. Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes. They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling. I kept falling. I failed.
Your the endless wonder . Your the mystery of the world. Your the what happens in the dark. Your the fool who found gold and left it behind. Your the dot dot dot of suspense.
I write on my wrists the lies that were told. I draw picture of the love that was untold. I imagined meanings that never came true. I wrote You. I drew You. I imagined You..
I love my dimples I love bellowing laughter I love being loud. I love violin I loe making punny jokes I love seeing smiles. I love uniqueness Because I am not like you
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true. Our apperance can be deciving, Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
Breathe... As life passes too quikly, the whistle blows, the crowd screems! Silence... All you have is yourself in the end live for what you want not for what you have.
So sweet and kind People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind… You fill people with joy With your beautiful smile…
I told you about my soul today and I thought it was very funny because if you replace one Letter to becomes soil and I think that's wonderful. What's wonderful? You ask. Well the idea
You told me You told me the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice. But now I realize that not everybody has the same taste. So your eyes partake of my identity and you spit me out of your mouth and exclaim
All he asked me was not to cry
Hands Of him to invade me to intrude to be ill mannered and uncouth to me Hands Dating the clock so faithful so diligent so painless so fast so slow Hands
So I say goodbye to the daylight, To the sun I bid adieu,
There are times I scream out to the stars, Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.
You left. She stopped smiling. She stopped laughing.
Freedom is within you: Through a window, Dawn light trembles. Can you feel me in the ebony darkness? My voice carries on Hushed night air, Wends wayward wings To your dazzling soul
The sun is rising leaves are falling, the crisp, cold air has arrived I love the feeling, within my whole being, that you have awaken inside you are my sunshine, my moon, and my stars,
Thoughts People, Friends, Family Music
You were a
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I have loved you before i knew, what love was , you have loved me in ways no one else does forever my life will be devoted to you because without you , my world is so blue
The bustle of people, yeah classes are starting again.
You, you were right. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. And you, you were right. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. Would you like to be my friend? And you, you were right. Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
You! Yes you. Wait not you. Yes. No. Ah yes! You! Yes you staring at the screen. I want to reach you. I want to talk to you.
the Stars make me happy. the Way they’ve lived an eternity evolving, but not changing.
the infinite Stars keep Us company tonight
Life will knock you down. What lifts you up? Maybe it’s the way His eyes sparkle against the sunset.
People should aspire to be themselves Where did the masks get put on Where did this all start The root source will forever be unknown Why are we as humans continuing this tyranny All we have to do is
my ink's gone dry lost. with all that's left of who I used to be who was that girl? who is this girl? where did the rest of me go it's as if what I was
I am here
Couldn't see, couldn't hear, darkness was everywhere Why did you leave? I needed you More now than ever I'm so lost without the two of you Remember when you would call me boo?
I apologize, sincerely, for all that I am I am sorry for being so rude, and never taking a stand
Where have you gone? you think youre hiding but your wrong your not insincere or fake or lying you are you, and you are trying Becuase when you dig and dig and dig, you wonder who you are at night
Where have you gone? you think youre hiding but your wrong your not insincere or fake or lying you are you, and you are trying Becuase when you dig and dig and dig, you wonder who you are at night
When you look in the mirror, what do you see? What atrosious, mandacious observations do you mentaly scream like a banshee, giving yourself this decree.
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche i don't like it but it seems to work. this is straight forward. i miss my metaphors tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
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
You are divinely created uniquley de
Everyday, every minute I hide behind the curtain. I mask my eyes with glasses to hide the emotions. I paint the mask on my face to cover the spots. I put on clothes to hide my body
Snap ! Zoom, get centered more, then delete. Twenty to fifity shoots until we get the one that is unique. Taking photos for others to critique.
I don't have super long hair, or pearly white teeth I don't have rich parents and in my room, no, there is not a huge bed where I sleep I don't have a Bentley, or even a license for that matter
Him Something about him His laugh, his smile, something that's him This isn't like me
I would like to be alone
"You did this" I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Blind Ambition Keeps me wishin' I had someone like You Orange burst of passion Purple mist
HOOK: How would you feel if I went away? How would you feel I went today? Would you still love me? Would you remember me? VERSE: This is a story about Trevor. He was 13 and lived with his mother.
Skyscrapers looming at a godly height Concrete approaching at the speed of light A blind sense of panic, the wind rushing by This I fear deep down inside.
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful. Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you. The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
When the clouds roll in, thats when the fun begins Drops of silver falling from the sky, sit on the porch and watch the storm roll by Think of life and all its trials, think of hate and all my rivals
My mind is a mess I tell myself To take action I know what I want I see it right there But I need to do something I want to lock Myself in a white room
When young you're taught not to fly beyond the edges of the nest so you spend so much time just wondering what's outside? Buildings are made to contain us only giving us glimpses of what's outside
I tried to find myself inside you.
how is i that i lay here listening to sad songs and the pouring rain letting vodka slip down my throat into my veins counting seconds between lightning and thunder... how is it that with this razor in my hand
You hide yourself from everyone else Because there's a monster inside. He can't be controlled by anyone, not even you But you talk a good talk and lie about the truth.
People can't live without food, water, shelter, clothing While other people can't live without material items As for me, I cannot live without you
Your laugh is a million fireflies, your heart is a sunny breeze, your dreams are like a telescope, and tears that dread a sea. Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
When I’m lonely in a world of my own, I often think of you. I imagine the way you hair never fell into the right place and how that was my absolute favorite thing about you.
It was rough, it was gentle. It was sweet, it was harsh. It was tight, it was loose. That is what it was like, to be with you.
I find reasons to love you, I find reasons not to love you.
fear lurks in the back of my mindeve
I feel so utterly replaceable. I feel like feeling anything at all is dangerous.
The words spilled out of me Like exhaust spews from An old worn-out car. “I do love you” Was all I said And yet I felt as if I just played some type-of Disturbed violin through my body.
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face, Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace, I wonder - could this torture last forever? My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
i hear your voice and i subconciously smile and i feel your warm embrace around me as we softly giggle over the phone "did someone just call your name?" "no" "oh. maybe it was my heart. maybe it needs you"
i hear your voice and i subconciously smile and i feel your warm embrace around me as we softly giggle over the phone "did someone just call your name?" "no" "oh. maybe it was my heart. maybe it needs you"
You ask so much of me. To explain who I am... It's close to impossible. There's not just one thing that says "This is me." Many things define The one being I am.
While you were sleeping, I slipped away. I was told to never trust a flatterer; unfortunately an enchanter is who came along
It was late at night
You hear a voice You think it's someone else you realize it's not you wish it was you dream they'd appear tell you they miss you you're disappointed shocked
I feel like that. That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch, That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed Then incinerated every fiber of it's being. I feel like that.
judging people is never the key so why do people do it? well ill tell you, they do it because they have problems at home or something is wrong with them they want to be
Listen, sister, for this talk unsettles me. Stop here. Because You are not the sum of things you have made. You are not the sum of others' judgements, opinions - no.
Not a day that goes by without you on my mind The smile you showed and the voices you make You were something else, something I can take My dearest boy, you're the one to blame!
If there ever was enough to give, I would give it to you. If there ever was enough ways to show I would show, I woud show you my truth. My love for you is so alive it would never die. you take my breath away, you make my heart skip a beat.
i want you to see the scars on my skin the wounds youre responsible for i want you to witness my blood an my pain and my nights spent alone on the floor i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
Self Acceptance A Julius C. Lightfoot III Poem
I look at life as balanced, like there is no right or wrong But bringing up one's identity just plays a different song. Am I the hero, or am I the villain? Does anyone know for sure?
I love you from the bottom of my heart
You came without warning, and I thank you
Three line segments sat in space. Together, they kissed three invisible vertices.
The tip of that old Marlboro cigarette held between his sagging, wrinkly fingers burns out,
The insecurities of a girl fought everyday The lust for love always in the way The world that we live in, can be so cruel, But lets look at the beauty there is too, The green of the earth,
The echo will be heard, Only from ear to ear
The distance from you is distracting Peace becomes faint Time speeds up Moving on transforms into impossibility Mere memories continue Single weeks seem like forever Attention isn't the same
You You and your eyes that capture me A memory A picture
Sew a quesiton mark to your deams imagine where you shall be. Maybe you are a tree staying, waiting, without motion in one place for a lifetime seeing changes around you
Take your money and bury it down
MAYBE IF I WRITE SOMETHING CLICHE I'LL FINALLY BE ACCEPTED BY MY PEERS. HERE GOES: LOVE IS HARD. LOOK UP AT THE STARS. CRYING. LOVE THE STARS. IS MY LOVE UP THERE, IN THE STARS.
Imagine everyone being happy. The poor, the rich, the hobos, the CEOs. You can, and in your mind, you imagine them smiling. After all, smiling’s happiness. But you’ve smiled.
just because there are bigger problems in the world doesn't mean yours
Life of a bully oh how it must be to have people cower all over your feet Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid of who ever would come across you and your rage
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
You want change you say, and here you all are preaching it. Preaching it to please. Please who? Yourselves? Pu-lease. Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
However lonely Only is non-existent You are not yet an island You are not yet in silence Nor will you become a blank moon Keep your eyes hoisted above the frames Do wander tonight without a name
If I could change one thing, it would be discrimination The only thing it brings its separation The world has no place for segregation We are brothers and sisters So why are we adversary?
the rain is falling
he was a tidal wave,
certainly you've felt life tug you, hug you, and even push you away.. and I'm certain you've seen life assert it's opinion to your dismay.. & by all means necessary, life has lead you to this point..
according to some legend, when one is unable to sleep at night, it means someone is dreaming about them. now i dont know who you are or why youre dreaming of me but its 3 am.
For once in this life, I am plagued by the thing which has ruled mankind Since the beginning. I stop and look forward in this point in time, the distance of knowledge far beyond the reaches of the system--
I don't know if
im fighting hard to stay awake but all i can think about is the warmth underneeth these sheets lying hearts width apart
im feeling these feelings you see that demand to be felt and their victem is me butterflies wings slicing through me like blades my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
im feeling these feelings you see that demand to be felt and their victem is me butterflies wings slicing through me like blades my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
I used to be here, Didn't we all. History shows, Powerful nations, Always fall. But we never worry, Never show fear. Just shake our fists, And drink a beer. No! Don't cry,
We've been broken up for six months both of us are in new relationships , and I woke up this morning to a next telling me you love me how can you love me and love someone elese?
The people squirming Through each other Sprinting Pacing Chuckling Weeping Briefcases in hand Lunging For the office Laptops Cellphones Watches Files
i admire the crayons for no matter how you push or how hard the pressure they'll pick themselves up and cling to their other i admire the crayons for when in times of stress they melt together
You? How true Are you? Are you lost? In a faraway place Where you conceal Your true face Oh what color? Do you see Yes When you see me Do you see blue?
A Pilot, Engineer, World Activist, it goes on and on People get mixed up with a Job, Just to get payed, to become rich, these things don't change your life. Perhaps they do keep a roof over your head,
The first time I saw you, you were sitting at a lunch table reading the first book of the Harry Potter series alone.
Sun is shinning Sky is clear I'm Sitting by the ocean wishing you were here Fish jumping crabs walking But still I need you right here
Blue reminds me of when I didn't know you, Of when I never heard the words "You arebeautiful"Blue reminds meof when the world was movingBut I was standing still It reminds me of wanting to be alone
I’ll try And be as loyal as a dog By your side for everything There to pick up the pieces after you shatter I’ll try To stay silent When I wish to speak
Can you see from my clothes, all the things I know. Adorned from head to toe in mediocrity. I use to feel the need to exceed normality.
The ability to change the world is greater than I can imagine What would I change is a great question Would it be to creat world peace, or take away crime? Or would it be more complex, like slowing down time?
If Time passes like the wind is it really that Important? If people die every day do their lives even mean a thing? Why are we even here if we will just pass away someday? Why are we existing
People are trying to be the next big thing, trying to out do the each other like we are in a race, conforming to what we think the world wants,
Quarters, nickels, and dimes can change hands every day. Each face different, but to a child, they only see them as gray. Open your hearts like a target register. And see the world like a child
You and I are different You and I are the same You and I are pieces of the same game You and I are black
one day I was walking somewhere new singing an unfamiliar tune in a voice that was not my own. the sand uncomfortable in my shoes and the wind skipping across my skin chilling me through
You are the backspaced words my tongue retracts The three o clock messages that shouldn't make sense You are the intertwined fingers that feel like there are still spaces there
You were my oversight and it wasnt intentional not on purpose.
I wonder what it is... Your smile Your humor or the fact your always there. I don't believe in love. But I believe in you.
I love the way these words sweetly caress my mind at night, "I love you" Like a gentle breeze that flips my hair Or the golden rays of sun which warm my soft lips
I could tell you who I am but do you have the time I could go on for hours telling you who I am My love can not be bought or sold It can only be given freely to whom I choose
Dr. Seuss was right when he said "today you are you, and that is truer than true there is no one alive who is youer than YOU"
Would you say "I love you" If the sun didn't shine? If the wind didn't blow, And you stayed silent, How would I know? Would you love me If teeth grew from my forehead,
Its not always understood that maybe your cultural views and religon, tend to get in the way of many things.
You move on to greener pastures.
Danbury is my home, my house, and my hearth. It is the bustling Main Street and the quiet back roads. It is the big lake full of waterweeds and the seagulls that fight with the geese on the shore.
Soft dreams ignited these ashes settling down Once doused in a fading hope for their lives away Beyond from where limbs and lives were bound. They were lost to the world on knees of final pray
Flow in the wind like a flower in the Spring, Your delicate petals swirl in the midst.
Can't you see that times have changed?People move on but you're still the same?Everyones got their own lives nowDo you even know where you're going? TIMES HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD
I made it!Everything that I've been through in life, i found away to almost making it out, after the late nights crying myself to sleep seeing my mom trying to figure out away that we can eat.
I saw a picture of you in the mirrorI realize I've become what I fearAmeliorate me, and then you walked awayTie my mouth shut - there's nothing left to say
When I look at the moon, I think of you.
Why is it that whenever,
Decoration across my body. Just one at a time,
You told me once, "Don't let them weigh you down You can do anything." That was years ago, years before it happened And you vanished like vapor, right before my eyes
Give me strength To achieve. Inspire. Even when you dissapoint. Pressed flowers. Blank canvases. Remembrance. Questions All just say I miss you.
fades like the memories of our love, drawn on the sand on the beach that night ,washed in the memories of my tears that night 2 year on
There are times you're so simply Unapologetically you! Killer times, when jaws drop
The same thoughts are on repeat every single day. Should I end it now? Should I wait for nature to take its course? It'll be easier? I'll be committing a sin. Life isn't supposed to easy.
I think of endless days and short nights I think of powerful blades and deep slashes I think of everything and nothing but all that comes out is air and I don't know how or why but I thought of you
The sun shines brighter on the other side Where children can run and play At the park and by the slide
I spend my life wishing
As you bully her,
I try and I try to be perfect for you.
Roses are red Violets are blue My heart will always Belong to you No matter what happens I will always love you And baby you will always, No matter if we are far apart,
You're teaching me things every day. I learn more about you: The things you like, And the things you don't like. It's all very interesting. You're a very unique and special person to me.
Aren’t You Aren’t you suppose to help me do better Aren’t you suppose to stop what they do to me Aren’t you suppose to stop me from drowning in my own self-destruction You Watched
Your touch was spiraling. Your warmth was craved.
teacher sits at desk doesn't notice Jim crying why don't you notice
I dream, One day you would want me. One day you would notice me. One day you would forget work. One day you would write me. One day you would study me. One day you would intice me,
A kiss is just a kiss Until you find the one you love, A hug is just a hug Until you find the one you're always thinking of. A dream is just a dream Until it comes true, Love was just a word
Cold breeze bugging me, But the warmth from your skin Is tugging at my broken heart from never being held But you held me, oh, you held me Little asks of where should we And heat upon my cheeks
Unfit I was, high school started. Scared of words, I suffered Months of hunger, I chose Not small enough, I continued. At a time where anorexia played a factor, Words from others became a fear.
Work, sweat and sometimes cry, deadlines are coming and the only thing not stopping is time. Submit your work and close your eyes. Take a deep breath and feel like you made it.
I know what you think of me, I don't care. You see who I am, you don't know. She really cares about me, she can't feel. He feels the way I feel, He doesn't hear.
Why do I write in pencil? I'm afraid of permenant feelings. Why is your name in Sharpie? Because you're already permenant, darling.
if and only do not mix, but me and you do. what and if don't belong together, but me and you do. life isn't always perfect, but me and you are. everyone isn't always loved, but me and you are.
~love a little.
Be yourself, be who you want to be, need to be, love to be. its whats inside of you growing, needing to sprout, be alive, come alive and show everybody who you really are.
Someone said I can't do this. I will never be that I felt alone and out of place Like I only had myself left.Don't let anyone try to disparage your knowledge of knowing anything.
Hey you ..... No you sitting at that desk wonder If thats a butt chin or your chest Hey you ..... No you why you bring us so much stress you need some mentos for that Rotten breath
I came into in to the world and I knew who you were But I didn’t know you I slipped out of the womb battered and bruised and the only reason I lived was because of you And yet I’m ungrateful Running around hiding
You say I don't know shit, but whose teaching me? You say I won't match up to anything, but whose teaching a student that smarter than them?
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
You were born into this world as nothing but you, The potential was endless, if only you knew. Question has been there, a childhood friend,
Day in and day out. Everything's the same. I can't stand it when you call out my name. Day in and day out. You spend nine days on a topic I swear, I'll get a gun and learn how to cock it.
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, to tell my story. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Little girl in the photo where will you go? will you sweep it beneath? will you go with the flow? will you camofauge in with the rest? will you set yourself apart and do what is best?
There comes a time in life when - you realize that you cant trust anybody. At first you felt loved - and then you were betrayed. Your life spins and everything you thought you knew - is now a lie.
Be Yourself There’s only one thing I can tell you, Sis— Be yourself. But be yourself in Christ. You are a temple, a glorious dwelling,
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody You are both the lyric and melody You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love Love, speaks a lyric of you
I walk into class with a smile on my face. I take my work complete it and get an A. Although I seem like a normal student there will always be things you dont know. You don't know I'm gay in a family of religious freaks
Chalkboard Tar Trashcan what do all these things have in common? There black just like me and you hate it. intergration and diversity is the new reality get used to it.
The royalty he desires Burns brighter Than any fire The dreams he always had Mislabeled as passing fads Late nights, constantly wishing For miracles that have been missing
There’s a part of me that loves. There’s a part of me that hates. There’s a part of me that rages. There’s a part of me that balances it all out. Love and hate are balanced no more.
We were like a bright and sunny day, But a dark cloud hovered and you became gray. Once sitting and laughing until we cried, Now something happened, our flower died. I wondered if things were better would we still be okay?
There are many things I’d love to say or do but I know I have to be strong I can’t let those thoughts and actions get ahold of me I need to fight them If I were to do either I wouldn’t be here right now
YOU let me go when I was a child. YOU let me cry. YOU left me and went away for miles. YOU made me want to die. YOU were not a mother. YOU gave me to my wonderful Dad.
My eyes are weary. My body is awake My spirit lay ready to bask in her wake Ablaze with Lust I'm searching her ever word. Looking for what isn't there. Creating world's just so for you and I. We
Melodic, expressive, persistent, reflectiveWords in a sense to describe the EclecticMusic to soul, the insulin to my diabeticI feel it, I breathe it, I eat it, I rep it
You, only you, you are desire, youEyes so brown & deep like the Nile, youSmile so bright you light up the sky, youAll I want is youYou are my flame that boils my soul to the flash point of ecstasy, that is you
I don't know about you.. Yes I doI know what you look like and know what you can do to me..I think I love you.. But you're hurting meTemptations taking over, I've already lost myself
You are everywhere The sea moves with the blue of your eyes The sun shines with the light of your smile the green car, the dusty road, the grass stains on the white dress You are the taste of a kiss long gone
They say that pain is Weaknesses leaving the body But I've forgotten how to feel, Well most of the time, But when I so be engulfed in emotion, I've never needed you more.
Unlike me you live your life as if it's a game rolling the dice taking the chances whenever they come up You live life with a lot of unsolved problems whenever they come up
You are precious Your beauty knows no measure You are pretty without makeup You are cute and unique You are the type of person everyone wants to be You are created by God himself
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object, Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to, But it has the option to wander around, And perform what it desires.
I'm down on my fucking knees I'm crying out oh help me please No! You stand on your own Theres no one around they have all left you Its your turn now its time to save you
The cardinal is red Happy as can be With its wings spread
Without you; I cannot sleep. I cannot be happy. I cannot do anything. I cannot even bear myself.
She's alone in the dark with no one to speak to, with no one to hold her, no one to show her love. Not a sound comes in or out but this little girl's voice crying out for help
What stops us from going after our dreams, desires, and hopes? Is it the fear of disapproval, judgment, or fearing that you yourself are wrong? Why is it that we live our lives in fear?
Objectives thru journeys Which within them we, As culprits of our deeds, Die consecutively... Loops swaying around... Of life's need to fond... Caress scars and wounds... With which i so bound... Strides of loud strobes... Sights of glowing vibrat
who do you think you are be aware about what you are saying gay bi straight we are all the same we eat the same food we breath the same air love is love no matter who it's with
I smile because you asked me to; Because you took these lips, always upside down, gave them a tweak and turned them right side around. Because I’m no longer alone; I have no need to cry.
They always has an opinion formulating what's wrong or right They utter words that damage hearts destroy dreams and alter lives
I believed that we wereSo in loveBecause you made me feel so sure BUT You started slipping awayand Icouldn’t do anythingBut cry. THENYOULEFT
I finally know what is real. dedicated to what I will make come true.
Your name reminds of lies Your voice sounds like honesty Your face is all about truth Your body reflects strength. Only a few seconds in your presence Only a few hours next to you Only a few days
Society expects you to do anything and everything. Society expects you to ave high marks in your academics. Society expects you to go to college. Society expects you to have a job.
I've fallen from heaven, down upon the Earthback to the cold world, to the place of my birth I'm sitting here at night, alone out on the streetwith little clothing on my back and no shoes on my feet.
Society will make you believe That you must be something to succeed Be smart Do art Catch a shark Get high marks Society puts pressure on you To create perfection too
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Watching raindrops fall from out of my window As tears fall upon my pillow My heart it aches Because I've tried and tried...what will it take? I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Of all the beautiful things in this world, I have never encountered anything-- Anyone as wonderful as you, by far. The purity of your nature. Innocence; So sweet yet mature.
The words you use are like a sharp knife Piercing the flesh of a human life Maybe this time they'll just take it or Maybe this time they just won't make it Wish they would understand their power
You were 6th period laughter. You were after school snacks. You were Friday night football games. You were Saturday night video games. You were Sunday morning yawns, You were Fourth of July fire crackers..
Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things.
I'm sitting here thinking about what to writeit's been years since I tried to learn how to ryhmetyping isn't easyand this is just worsetrying to explain to people that making poetry makes me burst
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
Writing is fun Writing is free Writing can be done by you or me. I can do it You can do it Anyone can, just stop and sit. Take a moment To express your thoughts
You are more than: a weight an age a name a race a gender or a stereotype You are you in a world of them You have a future You have a past
I watch from afar, And listen in silence. The sound of your guitar, It makes my heart melt. But you’ll never fall. Not for a girl like me.
I give everything to you, everything you want, materialistic or not, I give it to you...but I never receive. Why is that? Why is it that I bust my butt everyday and every night thinking of ways to make you happy? Why does it feel like you don't?
What is this insane reality that I live in. Its seems to be that every time I come to see. I can't still believe. I'm walking 'round Blind I'm worse than the mice. I'm awakening from beauty.
Someone once asked me the question, “What are your fears and your dreams?”
Am I you? Are you me? Are we the same? Or is that my imagination Where did you come from? I come from there to. Am I me? Are you, you?
It's too hot, It's too cold, I'm tired, I don't want to go. All excuses to escape and hide from your fears and failures but what is really the thing
I’d be leaning against a thick tree, staring off into the green with a film of sweat across my lip and the smell of dinner slipping across the field mixed with the settling of the freshly-mowed grass.
I'm tall, your short which ones better? big boobs? small ones? or how about this big ass, small bum I just love mine who cares, because thats the way I am! The way I am! what can I say
When I first met you, flowers started blooming in my darkest spots. All because of you, I know I have a light And it shines for you alone. And I thank you For your time and your kindness.
The glow you left After you left my room Lingered on like The smell of a perfume.
Everyone misses you, We all wish you were here; Everyone wants you back, We all want you near. It's not only me, My friends miss you too; You made a big impact... Everyone loved you.
I love you. I love you I love yo I love y I love I lov I lo I l I I I l I lo I lov I love I love y I love yo I love you I love you.
A reflection I am fat. I am ugly. All of these imperfections. I need to be perfect. I don't eat. Fat equals ugly. The mirror tells me so. My reflection stares back at me. Disgusting.
this is to you nobody else no one else but you just you, only you not referring to anyone , but you i want to write all i need to know about you not this not that
“Life sucks. Then you die.” Said a father to his son The father was bored at the son’s baseball game The father never came to another one Only one vacation to the shore
Heart feels so overwhelmed I look into your eyes And see the unexplainable Twists and turns of unexpected Happiness and sorrow All rolled into one smiling face
What are the chances on being happy? Those who live were held by a mother only long enough to become acquainted with a warm embrace. Others who live will have no warm embrace at all, for their mothers have withered away long ago.
Hush little baby don’t say a word Or daddy’s gonna shoot you like a mocking bird If that little wound don’t hurt like a bi*ch Daddy’s gonna abandon you on a roadside ditch
Broken street I’m forced to travel as ice tickles porcelain cheek. Crystal leaves forbidden trail now, my traitor heart still beats for thee.
I want to crochet you a blanket of kisses to keep you warm these chilly winter nights.
Darkness falls and all are sleeping All but one At midnight a door opens to the night Two bright eyes peer out Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
You and your thoughts are something along the lines of the high from the smell of fresh paper. You're a brilliantly scathing memoir.
There is a reason for everything I do And that reason? If only you knew Every step Every word Has purpose! To be heard.
For you, I would capture the sunrise Contain it in a jar and close the lid Forever glowing in our reach To open to the world again When were ready to awake For you, I would cross the deep oceans
Nothing is a given, Nothing is for sure, Nothing guarantees, You’ll live another day That which makes you who you are, Is solely up to you
Our beliefs will either make us or break us They can transform us into a better person or make us prejudice and self-righteous But when we become narrow minded and insensitive we spark controversy
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain. Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
Dear God, Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
You are more than just a hobby You arent bias to the rich and snobby You are what i do to get away from life You dont care if i bring my wife You can be done in rain or shine
I want a Son I want to witness my baby boy’s birth. I want to show him his promise, his worth.
Life is what you make of it You choose what you do You make your own decisions No one can do things for you It's all on you People surround you everyday Times may be hard But
He looked at Me today.. He didn't speak but He peeped at Me today.. I caught that little smirk, I still consider him a jerk for the way he portrays himself around school, but its all cool.
You.... My toxic love drug you are My stronghold My foundation My everything What would I do without you? Your love is so unconditional and immaculately immaculate It drives me insane
As Malcolm held in his dark arms the artillery of force, And Martin yelled with some alarm his words with no remorse. Two black men of great esteem causing quite the scare,
Think I should lay down beside her, but no, not behind her. it might get intense if I decide to fold blind her I mean blind fold her. high thoughts announced sober. I'm saying shawty, my heart's colder
Hey you, over there.
Dad, Sorry for getting mad, I sometimes forget that you’re my dad. With all the memories we’ve depleted, there’s no way it’s been completed. We’ll always laugh, we’ll always kid,
I stumble upon the grass and branches as my heart is racing. I’m surrounded by darkness. The sky has no expression. I run towards the sun but i cant catch up. I keep running but I can't find a way to escape him.
Ive just been layin here in bed, you're the only thing going thru my head..every little thing about you, all the things i love, all the things you do that just captivate me...
Your love is my personal Diamond... Many want it... But only I have it... & I wouldn't trade it.... For anything in the World... For it is PRICELESS!
I am bored without love and its passionless limbs that drapes over my remaining emotions in a superior state of potency while wearing a smug look of dominance. my soul is crying for help,
Have you ever tried To hold back from crying Just to show other that you Aren't as weak as they say? Secretly as you cry You wish you weren't, but its Just so overwhelming.
It Took Year's Of Talking As Friends And Studying To Know What You Like Or How You Like It. To Learn Your Favorite Movies Songs And Even Your Special Restaurants I Have To