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Where Rivers Sing
And Nature smiles
Where Forests sprawl
Over Silver Miles
Where Bridges rise
To meet the Land
And Trees stand by
Just holding hands
I used to think that it was all about externalities,
Do anything to fit in and don't get mama mad at me,
It didn't matter how I felt only how other people felt about me,
I am still while the world turns beneath me.
The weight of my sorrow does not slow its spin,
for soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.
I do not listen to the wind twisting the trees
I am a tsunami.
The water waxes and wanes at my will,
Captivating and crucifying the shoreline.
You are a wildfire.
Endowed with incalculable miles,
Extinguished by the hands of others.
Sing. Sing your note,
That sonorous, twin-cam tune that makes all of my kind—
That makes all of our hearts beat that much harder.
Let me fling you around.
If I were left on an island alone,
I would miss all the comforts of home.
I couldn't decide what one thing to bring,
An object to help me through this horrible thing.
I could pick some tarp to cover my head,
The wet clay makes a gross sound.
I squeeze it in my inexperienced fingers,
attempting to form some shape,
waiting for inspiration to strike.
Finally, I see it.
Something old,
Something new.
Time that's borrowed,
Days are few.
Stories you've told,
Do meanings hold true?
When I wake tomorrow,
Will I be next to you?
When does truth unfold?
I have innocent eyes?
“No one is that innocent!” You fool!
You partied through school,
You thought you were so wise.
Where did that get you now?
To whom do you bow?
they sky is crying today.
thrashing gusts of angry wind
and my mind is a kaleidoscope
crossed in a multitude of colors.
Seafarers speak of a mother,
yet do they mean the woman who bore them
or the blessed virgin whose child granted them salvation?
No, not they.
The one of whom they speak, they sing,
is angry, is cruel,
PAIN IS
A stab in the back
Is Worse than being stabbed in the front
Why?
It is similar to being blindly robbed by friends
Accepting it without leashing white fury
Hear and animate the next line
Breathing like each breath may be the last one
Sensational beats within that body Til...Dead
God blew breath into us
Gave two legs
Two ears, Two eyes, and Two arms
(I MAY SMILE AND LAUGH IN THE INSIDE
BUT IN REALITY IM BROKEN IN THE INSIDE
LOOKING FOR A CHANCE OF DAYLIGHT IN LIFE
AND TRYING TO HAVE A BETTER LIFE HOW I PROMISED TO FAMILY.
I am a prince, born into a luxurious home,
I grew up to know what it’s like
To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike.
It gives you a title of great power, like a lightning strike.
Let me be the truth teller-
The word weaver-
The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives.
Let me be the brutally honest
The ever-endless one who speaks her heart
And sugarcoats nothing.
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with some friends.
When it hits 7 o'clock my fun has to always end.
I must come home before father gets home.
Usually when he's home I wish that I was alone.
You see, my mind wanders into so many places and there are so many faces and places that I have so much to say about.
I come from a land of glad
where no one is sad nor mad.
They have lots of good toys
for little girls and boys.
This land of glad I say
is not that far away.
'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth
I write of the stigma....of myself,
In relation to the outer world....I write of me walking,
In the middle of the changing world, and how I feel,
As the clock of my consiousness is at a standstill....still wondering,
babe you runnin
on my mind all day
you got me not knowin
what to do next
thinkin like is he gonna
come home tonight
cleanin and stressin
bout us and rent
Like fine silk slipping through cool hands
The words flow from my fingers onto paper
The ink drawling across a sheet of white
Like a skater on ice
Thoughts and emotions
Heart-felts and heart-breaks
He speaks words of wisdom, love, and joyfulness
peace is his home and he roams with grace as his swagger
looking in from his window he is ordinary to the hues of the human eye
I grab my pen and I escape,
My own world begins to shape;
All my struggles fade away,
Vivid colors replace the gray.
