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-Every Life Matter , Whether You Are , Black Or Brown
Even If You Wear A Crown , Or Whether You Are Pale
...And Waiting To Exhale
My Life Matters
We chant, “let freedom ring”, yet allow ourselves to be controlled Little do we know Day-by-day, we unknowingly dig ourselves a deeper hole Fooled: media provides valid information Little do we know They choose to feed us the fragmentations Kno
I feel like
I always need to prove. impress.
Which makes me feel consumed with stress.
Everyday its school. Then rest.
When can I break loose. and test
Boundaries. limits ment for me to break.
She is a natural beauty
But she only sees the beauty in her smile
Her dark eyes shine in the sun
Her skin is rough her hair long
A voice with a high pitch tone
It's so cold
Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen
My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
Can I ask a million questions, half expecting a million answers?
Should I try to learn all I don't know but should've learned when I was young
Basic human interactions, I must've not been listening
Brought into this world full of killers
drug dealers
crooked cops
i look around and there's no one to help
a would without heroes ?
how have we survived this many years ?
people always want money but shit that's not what i need
i dont need a three story house with a huge glaring tv
i dont need six figures i just need to figure it out
figure out why we're here and what life is about
Fighting fire with fire
Is not very wise
But when overcome with hatred
Sadness
and Demise
Eyes get set on erasing
Ultimately defacing
A person to a thing
Losing its self as a being
don't tell Me how to act or who to be,
how to act or what to see.
I don't need anybody to control Me.
instead I'll just be Me.
shy and fierce,
wild and refined.
quiet, crazy, loving.
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
No one else
Under its scrutiny
Its light
Because you are under it
All of your faults on display
Just out there
Exposed
And for
EVERYONE to see
But you must show them
Inside my head
A universe lies
Galaxies far and wide
Farther than can be seen by the eyes.
A planet for my nightmares
A place I never go
All things terrifying in this
Dumping ground, this hole.
Hairy Armpits
“Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.”
Don’t you see I really don’t care?
“Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!”
They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
You see growing up I was told my father was no good
I was told he didn't care about me
I was told he sold drugs, even got shot
My Father....
Growing up only seeing My Father on the weekends.
"Fireworks" you murmured
That summer afternoon
Wrapped in your arms on the couch
A kiss that ended so soon
It was my first with you
Beforehand didn't matter
I am a DREAMER.
This world isn't
complicated,
grey,
confusing,
or bland.
This world is full of opportunity
and color.
What we can do is LIMITLESS.
As I find myself wondering, who I really am
I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come.
I struggle to find what is me,
and what is the creation, made by the media.
I like to think that I am what I am,
1 What am I doing?
I am confused with my thoughts.
Where is this sudden rush coming from?
4 I want it but I don't need it.
It's really needed want in a sense,
School. A place where we learn
An education is what we yearn
Most looking to be successful and rich
Hoping to enter the world without a niche
They say it's a scary world out there you will see
My shorts are not an invitation
For your hands to roam my thighs
And my sassiness is no reason
For you to ignore my reluctant cries
My exposed skin is not shouting
"Come on; there's more to see!"
Remembering the time
when I wanted to grow old
faster. Thought things were easy
as I’ve seen grown-ups do their way.
As my height increase inch-by-inch
The clothes I wear changes day by day
Your scent reminds me of blossoms
Your smile is the light of my mood
Possibly seeing myself in your eyes
That swift touch like heavens bliss
Treasuring those senses
For those smell, sight, and touch
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
SEXUAL REVOLUTION--
It made it legal to kill creatures that we adore most.
Sucking their heads off.
DEAD.
GONE.
NEVER HAD A VOICE. . .
Why would we
Who have so much to offer
Want to hide behind a mask?
Trying to blend with a crowd full of people
all trying to be like everyone else
We try to camouflage
I am lifted by the Lord.
Craving GOD'S Holy Word.
Wherein my thoughts often linger.
Searching Scriptures pages,
Quelling this world's rages,
Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
My beautiful little girl,
From the moment I knew you were,
I couldn’t think straight anymore.
To know that my soul had found
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind.
I can't remember the answeres.
He glances my way and i flinch.
Time seems fluid.
You and I are just floating through.
Time stretches on and on,
Until the day has ended
And the darkness is surrounding.
The rising sun
I am happy to be angry so I smile Yea I was angry, cause my dad left my mom.
Do you ever have that dream that doesn't let you sleep?Leaves red marks in your eyes,And a bad taste on your teeth?But, for some reason, no one understands
There is a fire which burns in all men, oft banked by worldly care
It needs but one breath to waken its heat, a wind of holy air
On pagan altar once it burned, its all-consuming heat
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
Who I am,
I am someone who is not who they appear to be,
Secrets, are what make up who I am,
A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be,
I am who I am,
My Eyes Are The Seers Of Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
I grew up in the Bronx
Where gang war goes on
Drung Dealers sell to crack heads
And teen mom raising babies
Old people have no health care
And homeless people have no where to go
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house.
Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
Am I wrong for wanting brighter days? Am I wrong for trying to learn? Am I wrong for wanting sucesss? As i get older i feel judged on my every move. Why cant I grow up? Why cant I get wiser? Why cant I want to achieve my future success?
You're like a hurricane of bad news,
but I had have you,
everything about you had me going crazy,
but you're too much for me to handle,
like a foreceful wind,
you've thrown me to the ground,
I wander through my own mind looking for a sign
with the utmost desire to let myself run free
my feelings and emotions flow like I just finished reading The Great Gatsby
I have so much to say,
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly
And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
Why do we wake up?
Humans are evil .
Humans are dumb.
Humans can think yes.
But only of what suits them best.
Humans walk beside the rest of us.
Forgetting they are the rest of us
Fuck this shit I'm winningExcuse me Pardon my beginning So ecstatic About the erratic Accomplishments god has given And the time and will I have put in while living
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
Pictures of my past
Haunt me as they last
Conquer I must
For y future is what I trust
I have grown stronger each year
And finally college is almost here
Applications have been sent
The sun wakes the neighborhood, bouncing off the black shingled rooftops.
I close my eyes.
Inhale.
And start my descent down the paved hill from my doorway.
Why her? Why me?
Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her?
Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams.
But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
Success is accomplishing your goals
and never giving up
keeping your head up
being able to bounce back from failure
Succes is what you live for
What are limits without timeWhat is distance without a prizeWhat do you win once you have won what you have wanted all alongWhat is a fight without a warWhat is speech with no encore
I remember,
when I was fourteen,
I found out my friend had been raped.
I didn't even know what it meant
back then.
My friend,
she was a drug addict.
Living with the trauma.
Their eyes close and the mind opens
It isn't living if you're dead
Their existence is superficial, it's all they know
They know death, naivety, and ignorance but they don't know themselves
I can't see it come down my eyes,
so i got to make this song cry.
Fuck comb-overs.
Fuck yellow grass.
I'm cursed, on the inside I'm hopeless & vacant;
I seek help for I need some sort of placement;
I struggle to understand and how to feel;
Am I a monster, for I must not be real;
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
I think
To be “strong” is to be
Miserable.
To be “strong” when you feel your weakest,
Is to destroy one self.
I have never felt my
“Strongest” when I’ve had to
Pretend
Hold my hand.
Hold my face.
It's not a test, it's not
a race.
What we have,
we haven't named.
Please don't forget
that I'm inexperienced and this
is new.
We're learning each other
I used to prefer ignorance
But no, no, no,
I did'nt.
I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss"
I was a walking contradition
Bound to get hit with reality
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school
I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once
Classes
Sports
Friends
Family
Sleep
Then I dropped sleep
It's the pain that she feels.It’s the screams that she feels.It's the ache in her brain.It’s the hate in her veins.It's the hurt that she feels.It’s the fear that she has gained.
19602014Makes no difference to meHistory repeatingWhether youFire hose meRape meBeat meLynch meGun me downCan't control the center of the problem#IfTheyGunnedMeDown
Silence has a cost
A price to be paid
Greater than any precious metal
More than jems or stones
And I pay the most
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming
i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums
begging them to help me
oh please oh god please help me
i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
We all want to be loved
But what is love if we're all blind
Not able to see their mistakes
We think our partner is perfect
I guess we're just too kind
We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:
Life in its many stages represents various shades.
I am the hidden girl.
Hidden behind my curtain of shame.
The girl that people don't notice,
The person who follows the crowd,
The one who is too shy to be heard,
The human afraid of making mistakes.
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
What can you do when you can't take it no more
Like there no place for you to be
Everyone has attack you in so many
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life
The though of failing a grade was a nightmare
It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it
I don't want to be alone
but be apart of something where people can except me for me
Be yourself when some ones looking
be yourself even when no ones looking
Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
Our E.T (Ending Truth)
We are not the only ones,
That’s selfish to think so,
Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up
only to find a solution for me finding my balance again
Things I want my daughter to know
- feel comfortable and confident going a day without makeup. A day when you have errands to run or have to stop into work for a bit.
dad
2 daddy your my superhero
3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there
4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw that big wave
The water was not normal
But as dark as a cave
It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world.
My Parents tell me one thing
And my friends tell me another.
I watch all the movies.
I thought what I was feeling was real.
What happened to love, live life.
I wonder to myself how you are still here
When thinking of you made me shed tears
Knowing that you might fade away
Wanting you to stay
But then light appears
Brightening the atmosphere
Reach through the crack above your horizons.
Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.
Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
In the midst of moments,
constantly transitioning from one to the other,
we struggle to grip onto time.
Past, future,
simply living in the present.
Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
I am Bill Gates
At least I wish to beileve that's true
A high school drop out with fantasies that explains
If he can do it I can do it too
Away from the students
Away from the teachers
Away from the stress
Away from the homework
Away from the tests
Away from the school
Away from everything
Is my spot
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
I want to read your table of contents
I want to read our last page first
I just want to know if this is going to be worth it
Or if we are going to end up hurt
I want to know what page you first notice my smile
every night I rest my head,I rest it sometimes on a bed,my head is resting but my mind is racing,my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,I have so much to think about,
Before proceeding, you must first understand one basic primordial idea that my family and I have lived with for most of our lives: the idea of one true God.
Everything that I have ever known is a lie.
You don't realize it till someone say it in your face.
I was living a life of sin.
You take a step back and re-evaluate your whole life.
are like storybooks.
They display themselves
like open books,
desperately waiting
to be looked upon
by curious eyes.
People with tattoos
are unpublished authors.
I fear failure
I long for success
I love learning
And I learn everyday
I like to imagine my future
At the age of 22, I’d be graduated from college
I would get up and get myself to work
Mama doesn’t know best.
She thinks we need him here,
when in reality, we don’t.
He makes me who I’m not,
who I never wanted to be.
He’s the person whom I dread,
the one that i despise.
Writing is an act of thought,
A Muse chased into eloquence,
A wild idea, tamed and caught
And realized through writer's sense
The cause itself, irrelevant,
The processes behind it too,
Sea of Love
By: Jimmy Orantes
The sea of love
My darling
Is where i found you
Our eyes locked
Our hearts stopped
The stars aligned
Oh, how we met by great design
Because you said I couldn’t wear my long hair down.
I stomped into daycare,
Threw my bands on the ground.
I'm wondering if I'm going to heaven or hell.
I should know just that so many lies people tell.
Corrupts my intel.
They say I'm destined for damnation.
They put me on the spot like Dalmatians.
I’m a waitress,
And I love my job—
It gives me satisfaction.
I love knowing that I am helping someone relax after a long, hard day.
I love being helpful and making people smile.
Does it matter that I come from a poor family, or that I am bi-racial?
Does it matter that I went to private school, on tuition assistance?
Music has become,
Pop culture, but to some,
It is the blood
Flowing through their veins.
My music is,
To me,
Everything I am.
You see,
I need music to survive.
I am tired of living.
I wished I lived in one of those fantasy lands where everything is great.
But who doesn’t.
Who am I kidding myself.
It’s not like it would make me feel any better.
My eyes open slowly, as my bones and muscles ache and crack.
The pains of an illegal twelve year, pains no other boy should have.
An education is the most important in life, my mother engraved into my head.
Why can't we all get along and sing a song
why must bullying occur everywhere and on the web
Why can't these men be a father while the woman play both parts in a child's life
Why? That is all I want to understand! Why?! A young girl will lie down and have relations with a boy that they claim they love after 3 days. A you girl will get pregnant before she has even had her cycle for a full year.
So, I'm out here being myself but all the see is color
Not blastin', twerking, not even a young mother
I'm out here being myself but all they see is fame
He sees balls of flame and dust.
She sees old souls that guide her path.
I see worlds beyond all of us.
They see stars, numbers, and math.
He endures the dull,
While she beholds the beauty.
Stupid cigarettes remind me of you,
Mornings, no longer something I look forward to,
for it’s all so sour after being so right
Now, I do not wish Day to turn into Night.
Waiting in anticipation of that single gun shot
palms sweaty as we line up to start
all falls silent
all I hear is the sound of my racing heart
all I feel is the adrenaline rushing through my legs
The chill from the propeller
Up at jumping altitude
Runs down the body, up my spine
And electrifies the mood
“Can I please have a ride?”
It’s a simple enough question.
But laced with barbed wire.
A huge favor to me
A way for me to work
But an inconvenience to you.
A chore
I reach for the canister of ash
And take my thumb and smear it
On my neck, like a holy gash.
I wear my thread every day.
I don't question my faith and
I never look the other way.
I was born into a world of destruction and hate, all led by you
You whispered nursery rhymes and lovely phrases into my ear with a hint of alcohol on your breath
You have to choose.
I can't.
You have to.
But I can't.
Because there are so many choices.
So many paths I could take.
They could've been heroes
Yet you make them into zeroes
Machines of Self-Fullfilling Prophecies
Causing nothing but tragedies
Youths full of hope
Suspended from school gleefully to sell dope
You function, I function,
Robots to the requirements of the world, we are.
Expectations as well as realizations.
We break, our mind reaches far.
That unexpected change in fate
Midnight coffee, stay awake.
So I've created a mission
To spread my decision
To talk about my beliefs about the topic of religion.
A touchy subject, people get defensive,
But it's a result of the way it gets presented.
You may see me,
You may know me,
But you can’t hear me.
Laughter may be good for the heart
but doesn’t the connections of humanity
grow the heart, the mind, the soul?
So put down your mobile devices
I join the throngs of hungry people in aligning my life with the blueprint,
desperate to complete everything perfectly in order to reach uptown utopia.
Fear plagued everyday activities.
ByeBy her sideYes that's rightWhere you said you were going beWhere you’re supposed to be...Where are you now...You’re her parentsThe ones that are supposed to love her
Ribbons wide
Ribbons red
Ribbons running 'cross the bed.
Ribbons long.
Ribbons short.
Ribbons reaching for your heart.
Ribbons old.
Ribbons new.
You probably get many submittions with pity.
From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has.
But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.
GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
First I want to start off with “IM SORRY”
I was angry, upset, devastated knowing that you were going through some serious shit that I didn’t have any control over.
In life we're taught to be ourselves. As toddlers we're used to to hearing, "Oh, honey, you can be whatever you want to be." Now, it seems like those words were a plastered lie. Turning into young adults, we start to see the world's true colors.
The girl in the mirror says smile,
But all I want is to cry?
The girl in the mirror says life’s good,
I say how when I am still at home?
The girl in the mirror says everything is alright,
Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see?
Look in the mirror; What do you see?
Is there a smiling face staring back at me?
Don't lie; you don't deserve to smile
For who have you helped, and what have you done
We wake and forget why we are here
The voices, they whisper drink drink drink
The addiction irresistible and you are unable to think
You feel the guilt and shame
You start playing the blame game
The hangdog drops, they plunge in pure
For fifty feet or so at least,
And plummet to their deaths insured
As they themselves become decreased,
Destruction thus secured.
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
My mind is quickly racing.
I can't slow down its pacing.
I'm left here struggling, chasing.
My mind is never dead,
Even when I lay down his head.
I recall everything you ever said.
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence
Oppression led the oppress to depression
One gun can kill many sons
Teenage girls are confused, all bruised
Inspiration
What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Standing before you,
An endangered soul.
Mold with gold and once embodying the whole given.
And now
My Frail and lanky stature, stands before you
piercing every eye.
What explains the difference among differences?
My mind troubled by the puzzle
A maze in which chaos makes sense
Differences more acceptable than others
Lost, tumbled, shaken, and forgotten
We're all traveling down this road
The road to our futures
We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere
It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Should I have hiden my desirable body
Because boys will be boys
Should I have coated my body with clothes
Because it was tempting, it was not his choice
Should I of kept my guard up
When I looked up at the sky,
I saw myself,
I saw myself.
We the youth are suppose
To look for placement
Among the stars.
Among the sparkle.
My tracks always left a sparkle.
A blaze.
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me
You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
I have so many thoughts in my head.
I can’t speak them,
I must keep them instead.
I think thoughts that thunder in my brain;
I stir them around as
I wonder if
I am sane.
A piece of meat cornered by beasts, lured into the trap, and now you're their feast.
They don't kill you, but eat you alive. They like it better when you fight.
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight,
Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right.
“Get an education!” they tell us every day,
But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
What is life?
Life is an adventure, a mystery, a gift
it's a beautiful thing as it changes, and shifts.
Life gives us things we don't understand
she has no mercy, she's at times out of hand.
That is life.
We shackle our Feet,
With Vanity and Mirrors.
That bring us to our knee's,
While we fear and shake with tremors.
We build our castle on the media and magazines we read everyday
It means something to go to college.
Whether it be to get an education or gain respect.
It means something.
Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention.
It means something.
For nineteen years I have endured life on this Earth,
Day in and day out I try to find my worth,
Now it's time to take some responsibility,
Yay your walking
Yay you can shit on your own
Yay you can do your ABC's
Yay you can read
Do you know how to do this math problem?
Do you know every capital?
Do you know every contenent?
A room teeming with ideas,
Where objects litter the floor,
Along my miraculous haven.
Where find is to lose,
And lose is to find,
That is the way of the things in My Room.
Calm. it's what the air does at night in the summer heat. The heat suffocates, yet there is some coolness in the humidity of things. Visually, nothing is seen, but one can feel the cool droplets in the humid air.
Oh, How the Music Surrounds Me by: Jeremy Applegate
The outside birds lets their sweet voices play
Here is where we begin our tale
Emerging from the ashes
Let our wings kiss the sky
To unify all the divisions
Everyone Dreams
But I dream differently
Everyone wants to achieve
But I want it vividly
Family is my motivation
Life's a beautiful thing
look at the sky and listen closely, you can hear the Angels sing
The electricity we use every day
leave on the lights, you overpay
what about the Earth
and its atmoshpere?
All our cars spit up so much CO2 Emission
and all our testing with nuclear fission.
I'm beautiful because I know it.
im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it.
I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
Silence
Oh Silence,
My hushed homeland hide-out
a gem
rarely unearthed
main supporter when all is wrong
When all words fail
Silence
What society tells black women is a catastrophe, that we must dress half naked to be considered worthy, the diction that is used intertwines like a rapid growing grape vine around our mind, exploiting our inner thought
Beautiful is she who speaks.
Not with words scribbled out,
Or with the dance in her feet.
It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
its a world hidden behind
the appearance of intertwind
shinanigans and crime
i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme
see its not just fun and games
to get their names
Growing up- Broken- BeatenActing like nothings wrongCan't you see I'm crying- hurting?Acting out just to see your longface staring back at me.See that look in your eyesHow much you wish that
By every tick tock that passes is a chance to change our life
By every tick tock that passes it determines where you’ll stand next
We have the power to change our route
We have the opportunity to go where we want
This girl
she walks down the street
she walks and walks
wearing her dress
and he jumps out
jumps out and takes her
takes all of her.
This girl
she sits on the couch
Night for dreaming.
Day for living.
Day and night teaming.
However, dreaming at night seems misgiving.
At night, thoughts come wondering like I am lost.
Like thinking of you is a crime.
Its been 20 long years
A lot of cheers with some tears and other fears
Life has been kind
Though occasionally, I have been blind
The world changed me
As I changed with the world
In anger, I have hurled
I am who i am
so why shoud do ifeel the need to change?
but i do, i do
an it is truely lame.
i spend countless hours obsessin over small thngs,
like:what about when summers over?
I saw the shapes and shadows of cars driving by and the golden brown grain of the
exit door shining in the light. I would've considered how heavy his weight was
I was entranced by the
You constantly bug me and ask me whats wrongNot knowing you were the problem all alongThis pain has turned my heart coldSo cold it has blackened my soul
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high,
When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night,
Life surges through my soul,
Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
Hope, the love of my life
Blinding me, watching me
Waiting for me to fall so it can pick me up
Like a mother eagle taking her young
She can only have one
Unlike the bird, She cannot and will not die
As I lay on our bed
I thought of everything he did to me
everything I did to him
and how broken we were
Holding on to frayed strings and the past’s happiness
I knew that one day
eventually
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,
I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,
does not match my mind.
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
Darling, when did the blurry claims manipulated youto focus on distorted idea of perfection?You started noticing the smallest flaws
A clandestine poison.
A toxin that's injected by choice.
A choice that seeps deep into the blood stream-evicting the soul that I once loved.
Why is it that the female population is belittled with no repercussions?
Why is it that women as sex symbols is usually the topic of discussion?
We emphasize don't get raped as opposed to don't rape.
How dare you look at me?
Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be.
How dare you laugh at me?
My summer love, with the passion of the sun's warm rays
and by night you're a gentle breeze, giving ease to a busy day.
This sheltered kid doesn't know a lot of life's social basics,
but as he grows through life, he learns that life gets its kicks
out of the struggles we go through.
In his youth his parents danced a strange dance of love,
As the night settles, it begins.
Slyly, creeping deeper into my psyche
Darkening, the rims of my thoughts.
Slowly, swallowing my heart in captivity.
As the shadows crawl,
the creaking floor boards
You go to school.
You get good grades.
You go to college.
You graduate.
You get a job.
You get married.
You have kids.
You retire.
You die.
Guaranteed success.
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform
I wake up in the morning and look outside
The sun's out.
Does that mean I'll be good or--
Will the opposite occur?
Its time to go...
I drive past homes and stores,
There is unanimity in the presence of
Thought,
Desire,
And life.
There is universality in
Love,
Pain,
And shame.
A consistence of connection,
When you go to War, paint my face over your heart when you go out to battle so our enemy knows you have something worth living for --someone waiting at home for you.
The Revolution Will not be Televised.
Hope will not be energized
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
transportation vacation out side of reality within a box that encases me sound proof aloof in the space that embraces me
These things really do happen.
We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen
Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents
The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
“Better to Live”
A few years ago, I was at the top of the world.
Friends all around me and a beautiful girl.
But something went missing. I was losing my ground.
This is not a poem
Because I am not a poet
A poet is a blacksmith who can craft my soul into words
A line into something I feel
A poet dips their pen into the inky darkness of the night sky
It’s the sound of my fingertips
tapping against computer keys,
the sound of the wheels in my mind turning,
the sound of my soul churning out
words that flow,
prose
into poetry,
Where has the time gone?
Slipped away?
Her hands seem so cold,
So old,
So far.
She feels something
Deeper.
I know this to be true
For I’ve seen the love In her eyes
Oh God,
Is this a shout or a prayer?
Why can't I be happy now?
Why does it always have to be later?
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does
To me........that just means I'm a little more to love
Im just LIFESIZED
See I go in public they look and they stare
I sing of manipulation of old friends, for the replacment of new acquaintances. When you're taken for granted, when you're friendship has become a chore, a burden even.
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
To speak one's mind:
Original.
Innovative.
Thoughtful.
To speak one's mind against the hegemony:
Terrifying.
Dangerous.
Amateur.
Up against millenia of hatred.
Carpe diem, Seize the day?
What day can a man seize?
If the next is guaranteed.
There is no day which you not see
My teenage years that have tought me
That tomorrow is just as great
As great can be.
There come a time in every man’s life
Where he learns about who he is destined to be
Some day he will take on a wife
As he choose her and she choose he
Bodies in the sand,
tight skin, shining eyes,
messy hair,taute lips
kissed by the sunsrise.
New life, wet air, rapid breathes
pumping blood
wide steps,big dreams.wet cheeks
a rushing flood.
Slowly spinning along
Never missing a beat
Life simple and uncomprehensive
Never missing a beat
Does as it is told
Never missing a beat
Yet as it grows old and worn
It does miss a beat
I am not sorry that I'm not a 36-24-36
But I do have a body size that leaves me with confidence
I love my rich dark brown skin
And my dark brown eyes that shines from within
Geocentric?
More like ethnocentric.
America is the center of the world, right?
The world that revolves around me. My world.
Egocentric.
I am a work of art,
I am a masterpiece,
My curves are my definition,
that is what defines me.
The shape of my nose,
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght.
The truth is strength is measured within the mind.
The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can.
Who has survived the storm.
I've been told, "write what you know"
But what if all you know is anger and anxiety and pain and drama and crying into your pillow because all of the available shoulders are occupied?
No such thing complexity is
A state of mind in all its being
Hope and fear gather here
To try and give someone some more time
Those who weep because of the unknown
As I look at the doors around me,
I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops.
Then I look to where the sound came from.
I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in
The world is quiet, no distractions
First, a few drops of prose
Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in
Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
Have you listened lately?
Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear.
Selective hearing, I guess?
My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
Eyes are restless and heavy
As a brick on the chest cavity sits.
My body feels nothing but pure hunger.
A hunger for nothing but more slumber.
6:00 a.m
Eyes are still restless and heavy
you cannot go
anywhere
without finding something
that floods your veins
you cannot look at
anyone
without wondering
if their family is dysfunctional
We tell ourselves lies,
We blindfold ourselves to shield our own eyes.
The hurt, the pain,
We want it no more.
Our own distractions will fill up our core.
Hide all the books
That cause us to feel.
people tend prey on the weak ones
as much as they hate to confess.
You're shattered. You're broken.
Not thinkin' anyone knows.
You trudge on, resent all, for the pain from the stones they've thrown.
But there's this secret I'm letting out. You didn't know I was here all throughout:
Rain Rain Never Go Away
You are the only one that understands my pain
When everyone shuts me out
You open your clouds up and cry with me
Sometimes what I think about isn't too profound.
Other times I can't sleep for hours because my brain will not shut down.
Our world is like the hands of the homeless, empty.
There is no compassion or care amongst us anymore.
Our hearts are empty,
What is she?What is she?High Yellow? Or black?The mother looks at her child.The newborn looks back.Skin dark as charcoal,Light brown eyes,What a sight!
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
I hate you ... for now
but as much as I try to forget you I can't
because I am you
at least half
and the more I try and suppress the simple memories of you
There's always a problem
when applying for college -
grabbing bits and coins
and whatever you can salvage.
Thank goodness there's money
for writing this poetry,
because if it wasn't there
Only the unloved and unnatural hate...
It is a house not a home
That very same house that made my home the same
Why do people need
The presence of a god
To do what's right?
Why can't they do
The right thing
Just for the sake of being good?
Is someone really good
If they only do good things
We tremble with failing fear
We become blinded by the luciferous light;
Souls are devoured by the black night
Lives become lost in temptation;
We tremble with failing fear
We become blinded by the luciferous light;
Souls are devoured by the black night
Lives become lost in temptation;
there's a window in my room
through it I see my neighbor
and he's got an old dog
and they read together on the porch
and sometimes he cries
which is odd, but okay
in the produce department
Darling,
Theres a trick to every story:
Read the ending so youre not disappointed.
Keep your expectations set low
But your head held high,
Dont let them ever see you cry.
Theyre not worth your tears
The rain is pure droplets of pain
Of the fallen
the weak
the lame
And those whom have failed.
The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
It's hard to forget even harder to forgive.
It's hard to forgive someone for hurting you,
for inflicting pain on you,
for making you shed a tear or two.
It's hard to move on, when you're stuck!
I'm about to spit you something lyrical
Have you feeling spiritual
Inspirational, sensational literacy
I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you
By attending college with my profound knowledge
I am a dreamer
I wonder why things happen the way they do
I hear the voices of the past
I see the promises of the future
No matter how much we want to rebuke it,
money is a big part of how we live.
We need it to survive.
We need it to live.
We need it to persuade.
Money has much power in this world,
And unfortunately,
I've been searching for a long
time
For myself in the darkness
Searching for the right words to
chime
In order to feel that sweet
caress
The caress that is self discovery
9 Years.
Nine years of life lived from a toilet bowl
Watching myself fade into virtual nothingness
While people praised my virtual body
Pieced together from years of purging in toilet stalls.
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor
You let me sleep with comfort.
From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you,
I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick
irritating like when you get a prick
kinda like getting hit by a brick
Sometimes you want to let it go
But hold on you might find a glow
Walkin throug town you get a little down
I am beautiful
But I don’t know if that’s what you think
Because you don’t let that word
Or anything like it
come out of your mouth
I am you lover by night
Your friend in the morning
my younger sisternever allowed funto limit her imagination.at a mere five years old,she decided she wanted to become an ice cream truck driverat six,she wanted to save the world.seven,
They call me a gift
That when I was born i saved their life
That Nikolas has left
6 months after the tragedy
That I was born with a responsibility
That I should be a light
Here I am now,
The girl lies on a cot --
The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes.
With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body.
Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
No one told you to see them
No one asked you to stare
No one cared you spent that moment
Wishing they weren’t there
No one believes the scars are true
Here is a link to my poem I want to add to this scholarship poetry slam!
http://destinedtopreach.blogspot.com/2014/04/b-moonshine.html
enjoy!
"Erasure,"
It's a word that's been
Thrown around lately
Something
That has unfortunately
Been brought to my attention
Because it is about me,
It is me.
I have been "erased"
cling
for dear life
so you feel
comfortable
smile with desire
steal with entice
snake movement
beg for invite
and disease you hide up your sleave
with open door policy
landing lights
stomp
ancestors awaken themselves
on my hand, belongs the nail of a great-great grandmother
on my face is an ancient beauty mark, belongs to a great-great-great grandfather
Down the ground lookin' so low
All i want to know
will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground?
Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound
I want to be more than this
with my uniquness
For all the girls standing in the line
For the bathroom.
For all the girls,
Like myself.
With a gaping black hole in the back of my throat
Waiting for the next storm to come.
No offense to the good people but
You yank my hair, your weave ain't good enough?
You speak chinese now, I bet learning it was real tough.
Can you hear any of the words I say?
Are you able enough to understand?
I told you no, so please remove your hands.
Monday through Friday, 8-5
"Young Lady," I hear
"Shh, while they talk"
Is my input not important?
"Young Lady," I hear
"Listen to the men speak."
Can I not speak as well?
they say that today is history an tomorrow is a mystery but i want you to be my scooby doo to shaggy an find out that mystery an solve it together.
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy
A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think
What makes me tick to the point I feel sick?
Not knowing the difference between "your" and "you're."
Wow this poem will be quite a bore,
Sure they sound the same.
And you think spelling them correctly can be lame,
i walk down the street
with my sunglasses on
my headphones in
thinking about one thing mostly
but my head is racing
i hear the beat
feel the heat
the wind blow on my feet
Why is it that mankind can never truly find happiness?
It can be grasped for brief moments in time before it disappears once
Voices, so silenced by society.
Forever reminded your words are nothing more than that, words.
Dancing on glass rivers
Leaves your feet torn up,
bloody to the point of no recognition
And yet you won't stop.
You can't stop.
The thrill is intoxicating
"I am not religious", I tell them.
I'm just not.
I am not rejecting religion.
Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
There will be a day when you and I begin to rust
and our youth fades into dust
We'll go out like a flickering lightbulb on a dusty back porch
I am a good person. Im telling myself that because I know I am a good person. Well, to be self-honest, to keep the truth before my tired eyes: maybe its just my appearance. My persona is often oppressed and affected by other personas.
Fun Things and Happy Things
Can you really leave these behind?
Even if you can, can you keep loving this place?
Can you keep loving yourself?
Sad things and frightening things
You want to leave those behind.
I don't write because I can,
Or because I think I'm good at it,
Or because I want applause.
I write because, next to my lungs,
Words are what keep me breathing,
And the link between my left hand
I am the master of my fate
I once said to all who hate
The words they said are bad
And once heard, can make me sad
My demons
Have your face now.
Haunting my existence.
Creeping into my dreams.
My nightmares.
Keeping me awake
Keeping me on edge.
Keeping me your prisoner…
It’s like a cave:
large and unknown, with the potential
to hold a world of my own creation;
and yet it remains empty,
You hit like a girl
You throw like a girl
You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
To some, everything comes naturally.
Money, fame, is recieved upon birth.
I am not one of those people.
My parents are not famous, nor are they rich.
We originate from Colombia, the land of Cocaine.
She painted with green tintEndless strokes on every canvasFocus detailed upon every lineEvoking emotions that are endlessShe painted with green tintbecause it was the color of his eyes,
To mourn death or celebrate life.
We're always left with sullen strife.
Life, the tunnel of consciousness.
Death, the promising of mysteriousness.
Am I dreaming?
Lord please tell me I am...
cause with this image I' m seeing..this here before my eyes...
I think I might be losing my mind.
I work hard
Everyday.
Scrubbing the sticky floors,
Taking out the rotten smelling garbage,
Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.
I want more for myself.
I know you bouta sleep or are sleep , i just wanna say sorry. Im sorry for letting my anger get into me and push you away. Im sorry that i cant be positive and always let negativity get to me.
Sitting around the dinner table all gathered around
Absolutely nothing in the world can bring me down
Then I hear the sound of ice in her mouth crunch
Suddenly I feel like giving someone a punch
Broccoli
Peanut Butter
Won't my mother be quiet
Be right back gotta go help her
She actually said never mind as i walked over.
Typical.
Whenever a person gets mad at another
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
let me tell you our story
well, I don’t know your story
but I know mine
and I want to tell you why I ran away
i know it’s been a year
Let it be known that I am a slut.
I am the one who dares to touch those that I feel attraction to.
A word used to portray a person thinking or coming up with ideas, is now used to describe a girl who has some messed up ideals.
I inhale
lately the oxygen is accompanied
by a dart in my spine
a prick in my mind
How can we forget,
the endless times we cried because we were full of regret,
We never meant to say the things we said,
it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head,
intentially no,
Is life a thing in which we are to do?
Or instead something which we are to make?
Alone are we to try to make things new?
To try and walk this world so smooth no quake.
Taught in school you will need this and that,
Through sufferance let your body yearn for commitment to abolish any obstacles that may have bolted your doors to succ
for my love is worth an eternety
but the challenge is the hardest to overcome
there is nothing that breaks through my barrier
except for the magic of song
it lifts me up to walk annother mile
I am from the beach where the breeze relaxes your soul
I am from a season of football dominating the television
I am from a house of two younger sisters talking my ear off about dolls
Kept in confined cages,
waiting out their days.
A peeled radish in the nude,
executed for a posh pelt;
purely for the avarice of humans.
A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,
Young
like a kid and wild
like a forest
i meet him and felt complete
for seven hundred thirty days
i felt alive
and loved.welcomed
we wasted time,
long talks on the phone,
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
Simplicity isn't always a bad thingIn the autumn I like to jump in leavesRun in the rain in the springIn the summer I can make sunteaFuck winterThe stars are what keeps me grounded
I miss you.
A lot.
And right now everything inside of me
Is much like a night sky in the city:
Polluted with bright fixtures
And neon lights that drown out
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
You're FEELING too much
You're way OVERsensitive
This isn't JEN from the Block
This is ME my own critic
Nothing's set in STONE
Till the day AFTER you deaded
My will is stronger than EVER
A Humorous Sonnet
Laughter is the reason that I live,
The reason that I feel and think and breathe.
For every laugh I get one laugh I give;
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write.
I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light.
Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers.
It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
What don't you get
Why can't you see
That there's nothing in this for me
No matter how hard you shove me away
No matter how much you plead and beg
I'm never going away
Have you ever felt goose bumps on your back , on your face , on the nape of your neck ? Have your words ever become so twisted that you wind up not having any words at all?
You belong in a home with locks on all the windows attached to a chair being spoon fed with therapy and pills that hold your sanity.You know all to well that your head is more of a prison than this cell.
The life we're living
is so technologically driven
Our eyes are glued
Our minds subdued
From staring at a screen
With our heads down.
Our lives are controlled
they tell us we need it
Some say memorizing the thoughts in your head
Emotion to the pencil, and the tears that you bled to the lead
Is easier than just writing a poem
Certain situations set our mindsets out of this world
You shake and tremble
And try not to cry out in fear
As the masses begin to assemble
With your fellow warriors near
So your nerves start to wane
And a smile breaks across your face
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder
if this storm is outside my window
or inside of my chest because I
miss the thunder of your breath
against my neck and the way your
fingers pour into me
On the Darkest Night I looked to the heavens.
To plead with god and the spirits to take mercy.
As I uttered my silent prayer a soft wind blew.
I caressed my being, fueled my spirit,
Picture-perfect moment was today.
Endless happiness was today.
Good -bye pain, good-bye Hurt was today.
A moment derived from love.
You stare in the mirror.
The white glow of the sun,
peaks through the windows as if they are a spotlight,
trying to spot out your flaws.
You lift up your shirt,
you see the crescents,
hills,
There are millions more like me,
Falling down so fast;
No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
Society paints an image
in a young girl's head.
A contrived idea of perfection
makes her wish she were dead.
Society gives the boy false judgement,
he believes the wrong is right
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
I live with no sense of identityBlack-Female-Gay-They all represent meBut being stuck in a mundane placeGasping for air and spaceLeft with this double-sided face
KNOWLEDGE
If you know, you're on the edge of understanding
for knowledge never ends but forever expanding
the more you know the more it's demanded
the more you demand it
just know you can't cram it
I'm not nervous, I'm scared and worried that it all ends here
I'm scared that all those dreams I've been dreaming are nothing but dreams
Scared that the life I once feared living is now my future reality
I'm not nervous, I'm scared and worried that it all ends here
I'm scared that all those dreams I've been dreaming are nothing but dreams
Scared that the life I once feared living is now my future reality
I gaze in starry wonder
Galaxies, stars, and dreams
Beautiful hope for days to come
Take hold my dreams
One day I will fly
One day I will soar and visit stars
Remember those days?
You came to me,
like a snowflake falling from the sky,
drifting until you found your way.
Your smile was like a fire,
it sparked in me and made me want to ignite it everyday.
You pretended to be my friend.
You victimized and oppressed.
Don't you feel something in your heart that will enable you to stop?
You may feel like you're on top of the world
The things that make me tick...
Some you'l understand
others you'll get a kick
One thing is double standards:
Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard
Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
You know what really grinds my gears?
Many things that I've witnessed over the years.
Problems with society, old and new.
Let me take a moment to share some with you.
Here I stand, dumbfounded.
Lost.
Soiled in all the anger of the intelligence, I offered to my exhausted mind.
Fried by the stresses of stepping up that ladder, I slip. I slip to the depths of bills.
This earth thirsts for something she cannot name
And water cannot replace.
Duty has dampened my dreams
Until they are too heavy to carry
And so I leave them in the mud
Sometimes I wonder;
Life doesn't make sense.
Where am I going?
It's all just nonsense.
Today I was looking
For something to hold.
There was nothing...
Until I found something bold.
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
They say things happen for a reason but I don't believe'em.
Most of the time things just happen to happen,
You look to the future and it becomes your past.
There are moments in time when a sound hits your ear drums before your eyes reach the sight,
and moments in time when your nostrils fill up a familiar fragrance before you catch sight of the body of which it lies upon.
Am I bothering you?
Does the love that I have for my beautiful girlfriend, stiffen your heart?
Does it make you shiver that the genuine love between us is very much real?
What gets me inspired?
Damn, I don't really know.
I guess this prompt has been eye opening, though.
I'm just sitting here with some writer's block,
If I ever do anything creative I'll go in to shock.
Decades of campaigning,
Protesting, boycotting, and rioting,
And still my pockets are too small,
While their's can hold a small dog.
Maybe even a large cat.
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart.
But in that Heart of Darkness,
You will find your sea and the light,
Do you want to see into my mind?
There is no darkness there
As you may think.
The world around me dimming
Trees shoot up from the ground
All around
Red, and golden leaves, and green
I kind of hate staying up just with you.
It's not like I have very much I could do.
I sit here just waiting and thinking and such,
but the longest I wait is the longest too much.
Head down on her desk
She tries her best but she always gets pushed to the edge
Sleepless nights control her life
Staying up because the insomnia is too hard to fight
I fear faults
But only in myself
Because there are certain qualities
A person should not be
So leaving me with dosages of empathy
Paired with a default of submissiveness
Leaves me with black eyes
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
"It’s fine, don’t worry about it."
Are always the first words to come out,
"It’s all in your head, you’ve got this."
While wanting to spill your lunch on the floor.
Hands shake and arms quake,
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist.
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
I am quietbecause were I to open my mouthand let out the sugardemonscrouching behind my teeth,they would make you cry.I am tiredbecause were I to stay awakefor an hour or so more
Some say it is the start of a new life,One full of adventure and mysteryMeeting new people, possibly your wife,With all that said, your past life is history.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
The mind is a cognitive facility, actually, faciliites that enables — consciousness, perception, judgment, thinking and memory.
I'm talking,
But you are not listening.
I'm trying,
but you don't care.
My words are meaninful
but you are oblivious.
My words will change you.
Why can't you see?
All you need,
Believed in what is not true,
Faith is what it is,
or is it?
False is what I break,
Truth is what I make,
or do I?
Destroy what I need,
Create what I want,
or do I?
For the Ones that Are Muted in Society
For the Ones that Are Ridiculed for Their Differences
For the Ones that Are Slammed for Their Opinions
For the Ones that Are Voiceless
They Are Who I Speak For
We walk past, ignore, and don't even aknowlege the people on Earth viewed as peasent to most
the look of fear in their eyes and destruction on their souls as they walk down the road
they happen to call it home
For you I will
Cook meat, watch T.V.
Wait for you to come to me
Hold my hand like this
Talk to me like this
Kiss me please
For you I will
Sing, dance, drink,
Wait for you to be all mine
Money sucking leeches
Greed is what it is all about
Life sucking leeches
Draining the middle class of all they have
Game playing leeches
Toying with the little man’s life placing him in poverty
No matter the form, color, or shape.
Love is not defined through all the red tape.
Who are we to tell another who they can and cannot love?
To my abuser:
“You worthless piece of shit”
The words echo into my brain,
From a past I have repressed
You thought you could squander my hopes, my dreams
To the hurt, the pain,
You held me
You held me when I was strong
You held me
You looked at my face and told me how beautiful my smile was
It isn't just the simple things
That give my mind something to think.
It's more complex to investigate
And push your mind until it might break.
I think of depression and how it controls
I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's."
Ignoring me as he turned to my brother.
"Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
Lately I've felt the need to write,
But when it comes down to it all I can do is hold my pen tight.
My page is blank,
But my mind is full.
Maybe I can't write because I'm waist deep in the bull?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
i am my own women from my heart and my soul
i am my own women and dont need to be told
from the smile on my brown lips
to the curve of my thick hips
i am my own women
some people say that i am too big
"You're an atheist?!"
"You know you're going to hell right?"
"I'll be praying for you."
Yes. I'm an atheist.
No that does not mean that
I worship Satan, or
I hate religion, or
I hate God, or
When I was six, I would lift this rockthat lay between the swing set and the shedof the backyard behind the little condo off of Bear Hill Road.Underneath the stone were tiny little black spots
A young maid with an innocent stare
Runs about her garden, here and there.
She sings and she plays completely unaware
Of the Black Rose and the Red Raven
Many milk-white doves sing in her garden
I live in a land where the flag speaks red
A red that gives pride and shelter until my end
Yet to my Friends red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed
Of their countries
Living through the darkness of the dead
like the flower, so blooms inspiration.
roses only grow from fertile clay...
thoughts, from a fecund imagination.
insights spring from fruitful contemplation
while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber
an enchanted forest she longs to discover
where mighty oaks give inspiration
and leaves aid in rejuvination
she need a place to breath in the summer.
She's warm,
bringing brightness
at the end of each storm.
Embracing morning with a kiss.
Reborn.
She weeps.
Tears like the dew
roll and wash down her cheeks.
Placed by the window,
the delicate bouquet sits
pristine and untouched
with petals like placid smiles
and soft sissy hands,
they settle dainty and benign
in their sheltered vase.
Let me describe them to you
They are sticky sweet like mango juice
And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple
They drip sugary goodness all over my lips and fingers
Like when you bite into a summertime watermelon
you judge me, but your a fool.
I smile, but you don't care.
You cry, but I'm right beside you.
I cry and you leave.
I'm still me, but you see something different.
I walk away and you don't follow.
She's a quiet girl
Hiding behind a cloud
Showing her true self to her closets friends
She so different from others
But when she shines
She shines bright
There are many who try to get a glimpse
Put down your pencil,
And pay attention to your class,
Not everyone is like you,
They’re all just trying to pass,
You make think that they care,
But they’re all laughing in their reclining chair,
The sky has turned grey, the world a state of decay.
What is there left to do, when they all count on you?
Save them from a god, who they think no longer cares?
Bring them into the light of truth and disappoint them?
Who are you?
I'm Kimberlyn -
The one who spent
Every weekend,
And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers
At your house making memories.
The one that glistened
Every Christmas
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet.
She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
It was always either too hot or too cold in her troubled mind.
And no amount of tossing or turning could ever
tucker her out enough for her to tuck her self in,
at night her mind was a race car that never ran out of gas,
"Wassup G, why you frontin'? Ain't we gon hit up your homeboy Jermaine today?"
Laughter bubbles up from amongst my classmates as I try to emulate their ebonics
Oh struggle, my true friend and enemy
Oh how you ruthlessly hurt and help us
Oh my hated foe and valued ally
Oh what a paradox you are thus
You give us both triumph and tragedy
I'm not like those other girls
They wink and they giggle
Because they want a guy
Because they think that he will be there
Complimenting, protecting, and never second guessing
Well that isn't me
We are told that everything has a name.
Everything has a specific function, place, and must be seen in that way.
In that case is life a box?
I represent the political party that stands on behalf of the half naked Barbie.
I represent the woman of the 21 century and this woman is everything, except for her dignity.
"Me"Free me, tempt me, I dare you to steal me;Sudden as the wind, let this heart mend.Treat me with your sweet kisses of embrace;
Without all the make-up and accessories
This is me
Without all the lights and glamorous things
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It doesn't matter come rain, snow, sleet, or hail.
My fortress will withstand any weather.
Made of the finest in protective materials,
My fortress cannot be bothered.
Some days that material is ice,
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
Mourning
The world is better without her
She is silent
As she should be
She was a mistake
Rejected by God
Asking her purpose
His hair was sand paper
and his skin was light colored leather
and his face was a canyon
and his eyes were small black beads
and his mouth was a desert.
His laugh was a snickering hyena
From asylum to asylum I never seem to change,
Whether it is a shotgun to my head,
Or to that bully from fifth grade,
I am a pressure cooker full of rage.
No longer, No more,
My trust in you is gone,
What is Beauty ?
Is beauty something we have on the outside
or something deep within
Is it a woman with curves
Or a model that is stick thin
What is Beauty ?
Is it a woman with the bluest eyes
Do not tell me how to think,
And try to tame the thoughts that run like wild horses
Because you want them to plod along like machines
Do not tell me what thoughts to have
As each girl takes her first inhalation,
She becomes a host to the cycle of corruption.
And it starts as society's thoughts creep into her ears,
Life never granted me wings but
It told me that I could glide on a single whisp of wind.
I breathe in promises of my potential.
I settle down in a nest of sparkling lies.
I believe everything happens for a reason
And you never know what that reason is
Until it hits you unexpectedly
They say they are so proud of you
They say you are the best of them
Yet when it gets down to it
It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
Happy Birthday! You are born
Happy Graduation! You are an adult
Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, Senior year of college...gone
$20,000 debt...not terrible, not great
22 years old going for a doctorate
It's hard to believe in something,
That seems impossible in your eyes.
But when you stop believing,
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
" It's my pain, it's my power. Pens flows and the words shower. My lyrics represent time, poems are my hours. Pages are my hourglass, excellence is what I am for, greatness is my current path.
in a constant battle
never left alone...
someone is behind me
but there is nothing there
my mind plays tricks on me
and i only get worse
I scream and bash around
ever wondered....
In the midst of the Sherman & 12th man unbecoming backlash, I wrote this piece on a sunny Seattle afternoon.
I don't like it.
Not at all, I don't appreciate this.
This immense hatred, and dislike.
That is all towards me.
Why? I must ask why...
Why am I the target, of all,
Your hatred?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
About what I want with my life. What ending.
About myself as an older woman. Scared of my own reflection.
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
Remember when I made her smile?
Lips parted like you haven’t seen for some time.
Those thoughts
The ones that plagued her mind.
Those that caused her to pick up the yellow bottle. Empty it.
A pretense or simulation,
Of my future life to come,
Left within these worksheets,
And textbooks, of some,
Is life beyond this testing?
From where do these thoughts come?
oh, numb world!
hear me cry
appreciate the rarity in the smile of a little girl
oh, numb world!
love your brothers
do not forget that we are all connected
and that we can all lift each other
Before you are goneBefore this world swallows us and leaves us all for deadI feel tortured hands holding my jaw bone shut.And,
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
I told you that you took everything
from me.
I said
"take it, I trust you.
Here you go, it's yours."
I threw it at you
with hope,
trust,
and love in my eyes
and in my spirit.
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley
Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant
Who told Lisa who told Bria…
That you thought I wasn’t a lady?
Why though?
Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
In the tub, she sat back in the water no bubbles and no towel...
with a blade on the edge in a calm manner/style
water still...her hair flowing in the water..
The author said, “It’s hard I know But if you write And show them your true side They’ll know that their actions aren’t right.”It’s not that simple.I am sixteen, dependent, and in Texas.
My coworkers all have insomnia
They don't remember what it’s like to dream
I think they despise my struggle
To keep both feet in reality
One stands next to me
How shall I describe thee?
A Little More Than Kin A Little Less Than Kind?
A viper turned Cobra with the murder of a brother?
I wish that I could sleep, I wish I couldn’t see,
All the things that we could be.
I wish that I could breathe, I wish that it was we,
But it’s you plus her, not me.
Father slapped me across the face
When I asked him
Why he was never home
Anymore.
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
To the cruel and the heartless,
you know who you are.
Don't try to turn your head,
you don't have a heart.
You may not know me,
at least not well.
But don't you worry,
because soon you will.
I am a teacher, a nurse, I am a caregiver, I am who I am. I am a singer but not a dancer, I am a driver, a maid, I am a conselor and a cook. I am a correctional officer, I am a fixer, I am a provider. I am who I am.
What makes us the way we are?
The things we wear? The people we hang out with? The things we like?
Or is it simply the things we do, say, or the way we act?
I believe that the world has a way of shaping us all.
I thought I was sad when I found out Santa Claus wasn’t real,
Dark emotions I did feel.
When Snape killed Albus Dumbledore,
What is time?
I've never understood.
It's how we measure our lives,
but i'm not sure that we should.
We don't expect to live,
but yet, we breathe.
We continue to stay here and Be.
I feel as if we are a family of trees with no water
Slowly dying from being so dry and broken down
When is the sky going to be bright and yet full of darkness for a shower to bat us?
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
Brighten my day and bring color into my life
All I see is black and white and I need you here to be my light
Color my day with your vibrant joy and bring a smile to my lips
I've followed orders
Basically all my life
I made sure to not cry in public, or even make a scene
I would bow my head politely, when it was needed
They say they would never stop me
Sometimes I sit up at night
I can't help but to dwell on all of the things wrong with me
i'm lonely most nights
I try to figure out why i'm alone
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
pretty African girl, why do you cry?
why do those tear drops fall from thy eye?
do you not see or do you not know
the beauty that only you could show
pretty African girl why do you fret?
For all we know, we could have died years ago.
Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.
For all we know, life is one big dream.
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
That cigarette of yours burned your mind.
You should know bullying hurts
It starts with one word, one word you blurt
Fat ugly, thot
These are the words they hear. Did you know you're their biggest fear?
As my Brother wash the dishes
i wonder if my mother should be sleeping.
My Father told me to cut the grass.
i never seen me cut it before.
My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.
I love to read
i loved to read before I understood the things I read
and this urge for books and quills had led
me to the library
The time for sitting in the far corner
Have you ever woke up one day
And looked in the mirror
But this day is different than any other day
From looking in the mirror
Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday
You see potential
Ever since I was a child,
I was always considered mild
Couldn't I misbehave like the others?
They had so much fun
Even though all they did was run
But I think I'll be good and sit by the mothers
This one's for the kids that don't have moms.
This one's for the kids that don't have dads.
This one's for the kids that have social anxiety.
This one's for the kids that suffer addiction.
When I open my mouth,
feelings and moods and tears flow out
but nothing is ever heard.
I choose to stay quiet
the background shading me out
as a blur of unnecessary.
When I write,
The things that push me over the edge.
When my day starts and I have no clean clothes to wear.
When I walk down stairs and no one is there. The house is silent and empty.
I am tired of this façade
Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity.
Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
Panic. Terror. Staccato breaths. It is strong. Merciless, yet intangible. Clouding all rationality, engraved with anger. All too well, it is the essence of an inner demon - lurking inside of us. Consuming our minds.
Tell me how could real eyes realize real lies, when you're the one who's always walking blind?
You wak with yor head held high in t sk wth such pride, and have the nerve to say that you're "the realest man alive."
it's early.
my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
I was only 15, young and scared.
I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I let a lot of people down.
What was I to do? I couldn't tell no one, yet I was forced.
Rumors will soon start, people would soon talk.
I say
God bless you
God bless me
God bless us
God bless any living soul
But they say God bless America
Why not bless the world as a whole
Ears react wide at the sound of this word from a White face,
We condemn it and protest, yet we claim this within our race.
We lay the tomes that tell stories of fights for our progress,
Piano music
Cigarette smoke swirling onto the ceiling tiles
Top shelf liquor in a mohagony cupboard
A lonely man on a barstool
A pearl smile
A wink
Two lonely hearts deep in conversation
I love Tokyo so much
As a child I would watch anime.
Pretend that I was a marital artist
living in the Hot Springs.
Tokyo is where my dreams were born
My imagination and my love for adventure began.
Oportunity Presents itself Carrying out its purpose in its own way. Carefully unraveling its plot with an almost swift caress. Possessing such prospect sailing forth to establishmen.
Life is filled with pain
Life is filled with sorrows
Bottled up anger
As it goes deeper and deeper
It's too much to keep
Tears shed everyday
All the nasty commemnts i hear
Y generation are you really proud? Our principles and priorities do nothing but bring us down. We constantly talk about getting respect yet we don't even respect ourselves. Turn on the tv or unlock your phone and what do you see?
In wake of Helios' ascent,
waves sing of delicate advent,
of birth, of growth, of what is true;
all along I am singing too.
When he climbs to the soaring crest,
Stories are confined within the pages
Even rows, even shelves, always in order
Bookcases trap adventures in cages
Quiet prison will have no disorder
But reading releases the printed word
Darkness silence meditation breathing
Thoughts
Solitary confinement: tool for torture
Original intention: tool for truth
Darkness and silence
secretive warfare: migrating tribes
Born with a story,
that includes all my woman ancestor's strength
that co-habits with my own.
I stand by what i believe is worth crying over
and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
When she walks she feels the stares
Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare
Jealous girls
Hormone raging boys
Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
"What...makes me tick?hmmmm"
"The word. The beat. the sound. the rhythm.
The feel. The drive. The pain. The smile. Specifically your smile
The start. The end. The music in my head.
I dream of a day with a sun that shines bright but without heat.
I dream of a night that is full of light and lots of stars.
I dream of tall trees that never end and can be reached.
Everyone knew she was Diffrent.
Her face, her voice even her moves said it all.
She was marked.
But by what exactly?
She was a dreamer.
A warrior.
A girl....
Today I am like water,
Thoughts thawing and melting like a rapid stream; no time to
Think, only push forward to my future and maybe,
Just maybe by midday slow down to the pace
Of a babbling brook… A few pensive
I can't tell you to stay by my sude forever,Because I know that my actions will seperate us one day.Baby, my darling.I love you.
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird;
Constantly fluttering delicate wings-
Not flying, but floating softly unheard,
Taking what you please from what nature brings.
She looked like she was in her mid forties.Had a blue shirt on that was big on her with ripped jeans that fitted right and a smile that was contagious.She handed to me her most valuable possesion.
i found myself lost in a world of memory.
glimpses weren't enough anymore.
i needed it back. i need it now.
i lost myself in a world of pain.
i found my memories.
She saw him,And it was like her books of dreams opened.He was everything she had been waiting for her whole life.She was just a few steps away from a new life,an opportunity given.
There is a place called Home.It's cozy,reassuring and warm.It's full of promises and hope.In every corner there is always a beautiful surprise.
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
My life is like a track meet
And my mind is the team
So many different parts
Working at different events
I stand alone in a crowded hall
My hands clenched tightly together, I breathe in to calm my nerves
I open my mouth to speak your name but I can't make the words fall
When our species is summoned
Brought from the unknown
Where in is one's spirit shown?
It is hidden deeply within
only obviously felt when
you feel it radiating remembering where
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
What Makes Me Tick
The sound of scratching,
On a chalkboard.
Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
so many things i could call you but none capture what you are to me
i talk to you daily
read your love letters and fall
willingly
deeper
into you
for didn’t you say
if i delight myself in you
I always thought Father Brown a necrophiliac.
When I was an acolyte, I saw him perform
funerals where he looked at the dead women
the same as he did my deceased grandmother.
His green eyes overlooked her simple
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
I used to think that your incompetence was amusing and that it brought out your inner beauty and set us apart from every other race.
Leaves fall from a Tree,
Landing on the lifeless Earth,
Life leaves its Branches.
My heart grows weak from the pain and the suffering of this cold hearted world i sit back and wonder why
What gives you the right
To try and claim my body
My body is my own
It’s not here for you to
Press and knead
Jab and paw at
Claw and sink
Your fingers into
November 30, 2013
Autumn Leaves
These autumn leaves ride the golden breeze
So warm and inviting
This city hasn’t felt a night like this in lifetimes
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
Bondage
The sea stops my inmost being
Creatures to search the corners
Breaking free from bondage
What makes us bound?
Hold us from chaos,
Yielding to the dangers of the world
While a man aint answering his phone
Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home
His "Christian Woman" is all alone
Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
You ask me why, as if you don't approve
and so I tell you
I'm going to college
I need a change
A fresh start
New beginnings
I don't want to stay here forever
If shadows could write diaries,and Mirrors were the pen,Imagine the stories that would flow?
I.
I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt
without having to google it first,
if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain
and enter into the uncertainties of my life
Everyday I eat your flesh
I dress in your skin
I see you cry for help
But you are just an object
You satisfy my thirst
I ignore your suffering
The way you are treated
You are not human
It pains me to see
that all these people won't believe
that life is not as easy as it seems
in my generation all people want to do is party and drugs
but happend to aspiration and dreams
Close your eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of us-
As deep drums
Mark the beginning.
Ravenous human shadows
Singing brutal blood-stained
I've been dragged on this leash
far too long;
the skin on my feet is wearing.
I'm taking back the key to my life,
it was never rightfully yours.
Only this time I won't return;
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
I am be older but not much wiser
I thought myself in love one too many times
And though i have learned somethings over the years
i hate to say i am not wiser
I have no clue what my future holds
I love you… I. Love. You. Just three simple words… Three words that mean everything. Three beautiful words that mean so much there is no other way to say the emotion and feeling that comes from expressing it.
wake up
apply make up
Doll up
smile
speak when spoken to
Speak out of term
get yelled at
princess is broken
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door
I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows,
Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers
I almost suffocated.
Can you ever hope to understand?
What is in my mind?
And who I am?
Ever I tried to convey my thoughts and convictions.
But they get lost in translation amongst poor dereliction.
The bliss, the calm, the peace of ocean waves.
I walk along the beach of salty smells,
First Kiss.First Love.That is what you represented to me.But your love was harsh and fake and mean,It torn me apart.Fist love, first heartbreak ,that's what you are.
He was too damn youngTyrone or John rather shoot than talkDont care whos shoes to walk
But
What makes someone pretty?
Size 12 or size two,
What would make me pretty to you?
Show more cleavage or even more cheek?
What is so unnatractive about me?
Because I am such a prude?
Nine months.
I carried you for nine long months.
All the crying, all the screaming.
All the second guessing.
Nine months.
So afraid, and so naive.
What was I supposed to do?
Month 1.
Darkness creeps.
The depression is what the medically educated call it.
I call it darkness.
Every day it finds me.
Good days.
Bad days.
It always finds me.
I cannot escape it,
Silence is golden, it’s perfect
Silence is what you’ve come to expect.
You expect to have nothing heard.
The silence, keeping back all the minds thoughts classified as absurd.
Everything that is truly powerful is free.
Love, Imagination, Creativity, Religion, Free Will, Hope, Faith.
Faith does not entail religion faith entails believeing in that you do not see.
Momma told me nobody would understand me...
I remember on day in the black light momma told me to old on tight...
If I asked you a question,
would you always tell me the truth?
If I told you to run,
would you never look back?
If I held you up,
would you trust me enough?
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
I’m thinking of a place
God, help me get there
I want to reach it
What does it feel like?
I’m running in a race
Why do people say that trees are so different than us?
We're both living organisms,
We both reproduce.
It's not just the scientific aspects either,
There's many physical likenesses between us.
I feel like I'm messing up.If I'm not following my dreams,Or following my heart,Then I'm wasting my time right?I'm wasting my time.And its like lies slipping through lips,
We are not invincible,
Bones break
Like glass shatters
We are young
Hearts burst open thousands a day
We are human
Quite the antonym
Of perfection
A soft breeze floats across the sea,
The spray of sun beneath the trees.
Summer dreams.
The sand caressing my two feet,
Your warmth so soft and lingering,
Fluttering.
Loyalty is all I know
Forgiveness is the meaning of my life
Unconditional love is seen in my eyes.
Yet you hurt me.
Hit me.
Cage me.
And for what?
Am I not supposed to be man’s best friend?
Overly concerned with imperfections,
I couldn't bear my own reflection.
I was slowly coming apart at the seams.
I was struggling with low self-esteem.
As I ponder and start to recall,
The sane go insane
Trying to explain
The mundane in plain language.
It's the bane of their existence
And this is under the reign of first world pain
And suffering.
Rumor has it
Im a mess
Disorganized, depressed
Im a lost cause
A failure at best.
Rumor has it
He was ruining me
He danced across the pavement
where my heart had smashed so violently
We steal each other's breath as if
it's all we need to live.
Our mouth's so close that when we breath
in we are just sucking air from the other.
A seemingly pointless cycle of C02.
Music Is Not Just My Best Friend
But More Like A Family Member
Till The End
Speaking To My Soul So Tender
We Are Inseparable
Like Peanut Butter And Jelly
Our Relationship Is Unstoppable
Three years, stuck.
I can't fathom why I thought it was luck,
because three years ago I thought it was love.
From the first day,
I knew you weren't going away.
Don’t cry, it will only hurt more.
He just wanted to study
I heard the rumors in college
I never thought it would happen to me
He liked me.
No. Not me.
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
Can I make everything rewind
Back in time
When everything was once fine
And make all of these new thoughts collapse?
I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
My Mind.....
My mind is simply a tool of expression
A tool that can not be manufactured or artificially made
A tool that is similar to everyone elses but different in its abilities
Lying here dreaming of you
holding you is what I long for
Caressing your skin, soft and delicate
Inside my head,
I mean a little more.
Inside my head,
Personality is at war.
I dream to be outgoing,
Both pretty and sweet
Everyone wants to be my friend
When I'm inside my head.
Bottled up inside
Are words I've chosen not to say
The feelings I hide
Till this very day
You can see it in my eyes
Read between the lines
Bottled up inside are secrets and lies
They tried to save you
You held on too
You fought for a year
Most people don't last
But you fought for your family
Soon it seemed it was over
They believed they won the war
Two hits in the face, a blow to the head, and down I fall
It's not over and I know that but your body is saying otherwise
I get back up, slowly but surely not knowing how many more punches I can take
Your sterotypes are almost correct,
Though not quite precise
Here
Let me tell you about Fried Chicken,
Because it takes more to get it right.
You need salt and pepper
Seasoning salt…
Someone once asked me
"What's so great about animation?"
"It's what sets me free"
I reply
Though often shy
The stories show a fake reality
While relating to our morality
WHY?
Why do we ask WHY?
Whom do we ask WHY?
Who do I go to,
In times of despair and when all hope is gone?
Why do we express ourselves,
even when we know,
there is someone waiting to
Don't put me last in your list
When I put you first in mine
Got me feeling like the caboose
When I know I should be first in line.
You treat water better than your own blood.I might as well be mudAm I a disappointment to you?I don't feel our relationship is trueBirth certificate says your my motherBut seems like your just another
Got one that will doing anything for meGot one that's confusingGot one that I'll do anything forGot one that I adoreGot one that's feistyGot one that will fight for meGot one that's a ride or die
Is it because I don't have the jaysIs it because I don't get laidIs it because I don't party all the timeIs it because I rather chill and write down these rhymesIs it because I don't smoke weed
I'm only there for your sorrowThings different when you happy and I have to swallow .... My emotionsThe devotion I give to youHow can I tell if you're trueDamn I know you got a booBut.....What about me?
Does it bring joy to your eyes when you see tears in mine?
How good does it feel to know that you make your on daughter ill?
Your the person who birth me.
But I would choose differently if it was up to me.
One split second
That’s how long it took
For me to receive that phone call
For you to get hurt
And for me to be left feeling helpless
I kept replaying two thoughts in my head over and over again
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows,
of assorted roses, a dandelion grows.
pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides,
waiting with patience for somone to find
I sit in the rain because when it rains you can't see the tears streaming from my eyes down my face you can't even see the sadness in my eyes and all t
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son
That whom so ever believes in him
Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen.
God isn’t real you say?
Yet he surely is,
Life is a clock in so many ways
To live through time, and count all your days
My daddy always told me, "honey, time is forever."
Buy I never thought anything of it, But never say never
We focus too much on things that do not matter. A meaningless focus equates to a meaningless result
In the midst of it all: Part 2
In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days
My mind can’t help but wander your way
Anything could happen at anytime
I cannot act, I cannot sing
But allow me to tell you what I bring
An artful imagery similar to that of a painting
Without the brush, no rush
Oh, Jazz, I won’t submit to your past form:
You swing the eighths in many bluesy tunes,
The awkward rhythm pains me to perform.
An art that has seen quite a many moon,
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Was there ever more a morning in July,
Were a pair embraced
A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly
M'lord was that love,
Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind,
If so be it
M'lord
I love thee
Another cut, Another bruise
its all the same
Another pill, Another drink
they all run together
Another skipped meal, Another voice
and you can't escape
Another knot, Another bullet
With the world on her mind and hole in her chest, she is falling.
The weight she carries quickens her decent into the murky depths of confusion
Every thought, every action, has left her alone and lost.
It’s funny how ignorance
S e e p s through brains
Like there’s no other option but hate.
Like it matters what gender
Brenda was,
Or who Sally decides to date.
It’s sickening how
When the lights fade
you're left with this unsettling heartache
all alone and afraid
and no one to hear you're cries....
The darkness swallows you're soul
'til nothing remains
You're my light in the darkness of the world I live in,
The beacon of my undeserving salvation.
Guiding me to fight the demons that reside within,
My shield against this evil nation.
Questions fill my subconcious with grass
The rain is answers that you can't learn in class.
Open-mindedness is the stream
A love is something that should cause no tears
I had my share of hopeless sighs and yet
I'm free of care without a cause to fear
There is this little patch of sunlight
Next to the place of which I sit.
It blesses my hope of what might
One day come to visit it.
Black cloth upon tan skin,
Brown coloring the depths of this soul,
In the grey bustling city,
A yellow taxi drives past the big “M” of McDonald’s,
Catching the aroma of hamburgers and French fries in its tailwind
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Sometimes we find our mind pausing as we walk
We look around, observe and realize what this world is really about
Secretly observing people as we walk, studying their every move
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
A bowl of ramen noodles nestled
in the folds of oversized
sweaters. Burning skin
under clothing, welcomed heat.
Fingertips have forgotten
What warmth is. Toes are forever numb
On the waves 1.
Dank..Dark..Moldy..Crampt...
Squeezed together like cigars in a box they lie,
Rocking, and roiling.
Sweat beads and is stolen by another dry body.
Square light enters into this hell of sorts.
My mother is the first women I ever loved
She is my gift from above
My mother love gives a special gift
which bring a special lift
A mother love is more precious than gold
You were my first love
Before I understood what love can do to you
Before I understood what love is
I loved you as a child
And I thought I always would
Everyone told me I should
I hear whispers in the shadows,
I hear voices in the breeze.
But the scariest things of all,
Are the screams among the trees.
I feel shivers through my veins,
When I hear that dreadful cry.
I am raw.
I am unseasoned and unripe and still spinning the strands of my cocoon.
I am transparent.
I am studying,
Can’t you see?
Why must you hum?
You are not a bee.
Pick up your own mess!
I am not your mother!
Want a sandwich?
Consult your brother.
I don't mean to do what I do. Sometimes when I write,
my heart just takes the lead and I follow the way as my pen glides across the page.
What did I do to deserve this?
In what way does me coming to school each day- frustrate you?
You know, I used to love coming to school.
Love coming to school to learn and make my parents proud.
But as you abuse me, I lose myself.
Some think poetry is boring or a waste. I don't waste ink just to pass the time. I write because poetry is where I can find myself.
It's amazing how you can find out so many things about yourself just by using a pen and paper.
Inner qualities going unseen
By the masses
Not online but personally
Being relatable and yet a mystery
Both outspoken
Yet we can't hear her breathe
But we can see passion burn
If not only inside
The heavenly tide unleashes its spacial dreamscape
A subconscious form of icy crystal
Translucent near spectral appearance
Manifesting a physical form gentle to the touch
Dear, (Fill In the Blank),
I decided the “check the box that applies to you” on the form, was not for me.
So I’m writing over the boxes.
I filled out my address,
my name,
typed in the codes,
Why is it called Feminist
when it is in favor of both genders?
it should be called
humanist
or equalist.
Are there male feminist?
Would they be called Manimist?
They say laughing is free medicine
and we all use it
but why do we laugh at others when they
fall
trip
make mistakes
when we all have been through it
What are you here for?
I know you're being supplied a check at the end of the month,
but who will have supplied my knowledge at the end of this period?
I stare at the same clock everyday for 50 minutes.
My generation is full of ignorance and non-sense. Am i really apart of this? Our vocabulary is ful
Oh, the things I've done,
Working before dawn, midnight doubles for fun,
College is helpless when you're an immigrant's son.
Oh, the things I've done,
License expired so the bus is a must,
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
To speak my mind is no simple task
But allow me to take you behind my mask
Thoughts flow through me just like the Nile
Some days it feels like it goes for miles
To keep up with my feet up is no simple feat
Does he know? Or would he rather not think of it?
I wish I hadn't loved so hard. Maybe the level of pain wouldn't be so deep rooted.
HE KNOWS. Doesn't he?
It would never happen here.These four walls, yes, they are fortressWith glistening steeples all within clean, no, pristine.A supernatural worldWith perfect peoplewith painted on smiles and perfect lives.
My passion isn't like any other
My passion is the kind of passion
that doesn't point its finger but its palm
It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm
therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
I’ve spent my whole life waiting every morning, evening, and night.
I wait and wait and wait for something, anything.
I wait for some spark to happen.
God he was the fear in my dream
The hatred I didn't want to feel
Tears I didn't want to let go
Sadness that shouldn't be buried deep inside
I just wanted it simple
Wanted a loving touch
They say life is what you make it…
All you gotta do is fake it til you make it…
You know?
It’s better to give than to take it,
But see,
This life is a recipe and it only comes out how we make it,
Crazy, demented,
psychotic, deranged
words to describe the worst,
the un-contained.
You ask what makes me tick?
well its the opposite,
what keeps me sane.
The orderly, the structure,
I have a dream
To do everything I always wanted
A dream of greatness
A dream to become who I want to be
Think of the words
Think of the scenarios
All the ways this can go
Words so heavy they become my cross
Let out those words
Maybe they’ll really help
Maybe they’ll carry your burden
I still dont understand why exactly you did it. I still hear something different from both of you each time. I still want to pretend that none of this happened. I still want to pretend like none of it was real.
I was walking through school during lunch one day
when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying
"I just don't understand it,"
and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
I used to think she was selfish
People are starving and she rejects food?
Food that is offered to her
Is body image that important to her?
It never was before, so why an obsession now?
I never understood her
Unable to socialize
had a hard time fitting in
Never seem to get noticed
even by smallest living thing.
Used to look in the mirror
and study myself hard
asking painful questions
I later regret.
Abandonment hunger pain
love acceptance attention
childishness trust contentedness
hope
Struggle of saying goodbye
Not able to protect them
It is our privilege to bless
The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into
They search for meaning in the midst of it all
Life is still a blur
I carry the shackles that forbid me
That restrict me
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams,
You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers,
I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
I am a chameleon
The colorful pariah
Blending in so perfectly
To painted walls behind us
Oh, how can I know myself?
When I'm never the same
No anchor set no place my home
Of business and whimsy
My mind is a scary place to be
Odd thoughts and points of view that many will never get the chance to see
I often must stop myself from opening my mouth
And let all my thinkings come spewing out
The feeling I got that night
I thought that you were just right
Things were said and done
That I just feel into your trap
It was nice while it lasted
But, its obvious that things all blasted
She knows where they are hidden
But, says "You got to be kidden!"
The color of red
Comes pouring out as she is laying in bed.
She gets relieve from the pain
But, tends to go insane.
When someone says thank you
That look of relief,
These are the things that I think are neat.
The twelve hour nights
The patients that fight,
These are the things that make me sigh.
MY NAME IS LJ
I’m at the grocery store.
I’m out to lunch.
I’m at the gym.
I’m at work.
I’m at a bar.
By myself.
With my four-year-old cousin.
With my friends.
There’s three of us,
She’s alone and I'm taking her attention.
He feels pressured,
But that's not my intention.
Alone in a windowless room
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life".
"Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
When I close the door to my mind I see a million things swarming about,
An army of bees all with dfferent tasks at hand,
I feel they're just as confused as I am,
We attack a situaton and conquore with resoultion always,
What is 'here'?
The word I mean
Here
There?
'Here' -What does it mean?
Is it the physical manifestation of self?
Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
“English Major”
Just a mouthful of syllables
Only a small bite that their teeth grind to dust
Which they pour down my throat with a disapproving smirk
To them, it gushes with the bitter taste of a prison sentence
Endless, vast, inconceivable and always right there,
What my mind can grasp, can create, or bring to bear.
I see worlds, possibilities, that could never exist,
Yet somehow they do, I live in them, in dreams and stories.
My mind speaks on transition, Life’s next steps no matter how big or small I day dream in awe of the possibilities of my unborn realities.
Words long lay dormant
And out of reach,
Like shells washed up
On a barren shore
They gave the turbulen expanse
A settled beauty,
But the waves left
Nothing free.
Forever.
Forever is so distant,
It is so near that it goes nearly unseen.
It is a question, something perhaps unwanting to be.
Forever is so wide, details I am utterly unable to glean.
I pledge allegiance to the flag and all societal standards,
and to a nation for which I stand forever under the man
I wake up from your dreams, and Icould not stop thinking about you…It was still midnight, and, after all,I had just slept for only an hour…I get out of my bed, and face the mirror, and O
"Speak Your Mind"
my mind doesn't think in words
nor does it have a voice
yet it tells me things
stories
advice
warnings
beat beat beating
pound pound pounding
Is it a heart?
A fist?
A drum?
A speaker?
Is it all not the same?
Isn't everything that makes this sound of purpose worth the same?
Nature is what makes up this world.
Birds in their nest curled
It can be rough, but somehow we make it through.
You are left vulvnerable and scared, but
that is what makes you grow and be stronger
I'm lost in the sense of who I am
and who I'm supposed to be.
My brain and heart work just fine
but they have the hardest time communicating.
Don't tell me how to feel because I've known
I was told
That love is not like butter:
It doesn't get thinner when you spread it.
Young and rebellious, with a heart of gold, and a mind of curiosity,
Experimenting at every corner, always trying new things, so adventurous,
After that one time, that first time,
Everything changed…forever.
What really bothers me are books with silly love plots.
Does his teeth really shine or is that just the light?
Is her hair naturally "jet black" or is that what it said on the bottle?
I wrote about love
Until the midnight candle burned out
Though the flame may have been extinguished
Embers still burn inside
Tales of lust and love
Slipped onto the paper
Lyric like lines form
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
What really gets under my skin
Is that my "so called" mortal sin
Determined not by God but people
Causes such a great upheaval.
As the world watches starvation
Laundry had to be done
And there was something
About some bill
That I had to pay.
Thousands of dollars
Spent and borrowed
For a piece of paper that says
I’m smart, I’m qualified.
I'm just going insane.
I'm tried of feeling this pain.
Everything I touch seem like it is going in vain.
Turn on my T.V Fox 5 news is saying my name.
Phone ringing ignore the phone call started singing;
The hobby of learning earns weird looks.
I try not to see them while I read my books.
I know some day I'll be in college,
And I will love my extensive knowledge.
But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
The whispers
The side looks
The constant putting down
You’re no good
You’re not cool and never will be
You don’t like me.
Well guess what?
News flash
I don’t like you either.
These NJ Fools are brainwashed by the hip-hop music industry as their teacher for vanity -that will never make history on the streets, just remembered as a facebook status or tweet.
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Yell
Scream
Try not to be mean
Smile
Fake a laugh
Life is going by so fast
No friends who understand what it is that makes you cry
Your family asks you why
Bullying starts in your mind and make you feel insecure inside
Bullying is a sin, because we are all God's children within.
Why can't we stop this vicious sin?
Is it, because we are too scared to step in?
Hearing the winds in the treesThe birds and the beesThe songs in the meadowsSeeing the sun and the shadowsHeart beating slowThoughts moving fast
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
It seems my peers are blinded,
Social media has them in a chokehold,
Thought process being diminshed,
I can’t see how you can slack off, goof off or how you can scoff and shrug off when people tell you to listen, work hard, and knock it off.
I have lived my life by putting others needs before mine,
yet the people I always seem to help take jabs at my spirit and my soul.
There have been malicious actions and words thrown at my heart like daggers,
There are things I want to say but I can’t say them
My opinions are unshared
Burning behind my closed mouth
They want to be expresses
He does not control you
He has no say
What is a Human? Are we
truly
body encased souls?
Are we nothing
Are we something
Are we real or a dream
I speak the truth, there are those that take it with a grain of salt, it’s honestly the way I talk, though words are never catching fault.
We all swim in the same ocean,We learn to swim or sink and those who swim experience beyond thier knowledge.Those who swim have the courage to dive deeper,and it's breath taking.
I am blind in this world
because no one wishes for me to see
My ears remain deaf
As no one has come to tell me
My words stay unspoken
I am blind in this world
because no one wishes for me to see
My ears remain deaf
As no one has come to tell me
My words stay unspoken
Mighty is the mind that gives voice to the soul:
To me, thoughts are mere pieces
That echo my "whole".
Separate so weak,
Together so strong,
One's will manifested
Within abstract form.
I want a life that’s happy,
But not one that is sappy.
I strive to be optimistic,
And definitely not pessimistic.
I for sure want to be fit,
So I don’t look like sh**
Life should be fun,
So, you bad, huh ?
You think you're better because you can sing?
Psh!
I'm a GREAT individual and I will continue to be!
PLEASE !
Honor Roll? Try Principals List, Honey.
As a four foot nine, last time I checked, girl, you wouldn't think I have a big voice, but when I really try, I have the voice of a thousand stereos on high volume; I didn't use to have a voice at all.
He told me I was beautiful
we talked all day
he listened to my problems
laughed at my jokes
Vise the tips of your fingers around the cavity of my chest.
Feel the rhythmic imbalance of your touch.
The seams of my actions altered by the stitching of your persuasion,
The sketch of you needs became my actions,
My lust is passion
Lies shaping the silhouette love
congruent to my action.
If to hurt is to love.
My burden is weighted by abuse.
Silence is my pain.
My voice is my freedom.
My heart beats opposite to the unstable mind that disrupts the function of my actions.
I apologize if .. If...the jagged meaning of my words aren't clear...
But...
Charge it to my head..
My Daddy will always be my king,
Even after my Prince gives me a ring.
In the beginning, he was my favorite toy,
He didn’t even mind I wasn’t a boy.
If I could stretch my arms on the dial and twist the hands of time, I wouldn't.
To manipulate the timeless investment
the countless seconds I gazed in your eyes.
To shatter the existence of our being.
If I could stretch my arms on the dial and twist the hands of time, I wouldn't.
To manipulate the timeless investment
the countless seconds I gazed in your eyes.
To shatter the existence of our being.
I want to taste the essence of every passionate contemplation,
Penetrate your deepest fantasy at every entrance, and
Engage in your darkest daydream-
Be acquainted with your memories, and perceive,
Without hearing,
I want to taste the essence of every passionate contemplation,
Penetrate your deepest fantasy at every entrance, and
Engage in your darkest daydream-
Be acquainted with your memories, and perceive,
Without hearing,
The place that I come from is familiar to a cardboard box
Carved and hollow but with an imagination
It was all I could fathom in my thoughts.
The place I called home was always damp and moist
Does my flesh dictate my importance?
Do my looks dictate my stature?
Am I not more than the standards that urban media display as beauty?
Does my intellectual capability NOT rain over my looks?
Love...you know, the thing that makes people blind
All the while, you become more beautiful everyday
But maybe thats just in my eyes...
I just walked out the house. What do you mean "Come here!"? I didn't put this on to impress you, just so we're both clear. I don't have to talk to you and I don't want to smile. Your cat calls are annoying and stop the yelling from a mile.
At age 17 I didnt know where to start
High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far
I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue
But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
Why don't you listen to my words?
I speak all the time about you....
Why won't you look at me?
My eyes always have your reflection.
Why won't you feel my heart?
It beats every second for you....
Hands face down, awaiting their turn.
I sit here and stare at the screen.
Seconds tick by, minutes pass
And nothing comes to mind.
I'm empty.
Fading.
Straight black hair,
With cute brown eyes.
Black clothes with black shoes walking side by side.
They say every darkness doesn't shine.....
But I believe that this Darkness is full of light!
A fresh youth
Adventuring through wilderness
Saving the princess
A triumphant warrior
Acne sets in
With other changes
Rapid fire rockets
And head shots
"Get a job"
Quiet and the embalming fluid
Flowing steadily through the tube
Through the arteries
To the brain
A lifetime etched into wrinkles
And wispy hair
A peaceful expression
A lot more to learn
A lot more to take
Never ending the questions
Circling the cavity of my head
All you want is green
All I want is to be free
Life ain't worth living if you're gonna die
Everyone's gonna die
All you want is green
All I want is equality
No sir, death bestows us first
There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born,
Each one a different size,
Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn,
But you must get to the top to reach the prize.
I am worried
Worried about what?
College, the place where you get more knowledge.
I worry I won't succeed in the getting the education
I so gratefully need.
They die young because they live fast running away from the past at a fast pace ending up in last place chasing the all mighty dollar to reach the top, knowing but not knowing one day there’s a stopping point of no r
Patches of light in a vast darkness
I call them thoughts.
Flicker in, flicker out.
Jump from one to the next
Afraid of the emptiness between
Where am I going?
It’s so confusing seeing with a deaf mind.
Wanting to take action, but afraid of what might occur.
Craving the embrace of your world, but shying away with fear of being hurt.
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
When our lips collided clumsily in the darkness on that creaky twin bed, our bodies parallel and our hands shaking, internally I experienced the Big Bang.
Fat
Skinny
Tall
Short
Your weight must reflect who you are
Don’t wear this if you are fat
Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny
Eat healthy
But not to healthy
Fat
Skinny
Tall
Short
Your weight must reflect who you are
Don’t wear this if you are fat
Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny
Eat healthy
But not to healthy
The first time I feel asleep listening to your heart beat
i decided this is where i want to live
nestled up into your side
your arm wrapped around me
safe, warm, love
Enough is enough
I'm calling a time out on social media
The content of my newsfeed has been too far out of bounds
I'm calling fouls, for incorrect grammar, filtered photos, and warn out hashtags
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck, into the sink.
Loud Whispers.
Focus, it's time for homework.
Chairs scraping the ground.
In a classroom, in the library.
People are setting off a bomb inside me.
Beautiful one, tell me your dreams.
From which rich river do they stream?
They hold the key to treasures untold.
And help to shape your rare and visionary mold.
Majestically you walk around.
I'm pretty simple
No flare here
Im not politically correct or incorrect
I don't go places that stiffen my chin
I have trouble understanding why things are such
Momma says, "Education comes first."
Momma advises, "Do not marry for love, marry for money."
Momma scolds, "When I was your age, I was herding cattle"
Momma yells, "How dare you complain, when I have given you all this?"
Tick
My likes might not excite you
But they ignite me
When I sit back and truly ask myself
What is it that makes me come to life?
What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
The thoughts of stress
I feel the stress of life coming on to me ,
my fears of college oh yeah
that place where comes all knowledge.
The fear of not being successful
Stopping half way across his path I leaned up against his soul and saw the demon taking hold.
He took out his nine inch sword and held to the sky telling me and my wolf, we were about to die.
Beautiful. Remarkable. Stunning. Amazing. Heaven like. Perfect.
Just a few words that come to mind when I see her picture.
Her smile is contagious,
15 minutes to get to class
60 minutes to take the test
2 weeks to study
4 hours of sleep
And what seems like an eternity waiting for grades
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
I’m a whirlpool,
No,
A thunderstorm,
No,
A category 5 hurricane,
Of thoughts, and hopes,
Of memories, and dreams,
Of puzzle pieces and star dust.
But everything stays silent.
America the Free~
But freedom has a price
Tears fall from the innocent
As they watch the souls of their loved ones
Tumble to the heavens
Questions unanswered
Nothing yet gained
Oh, how I wish
Each day we'd be
Celebrating
Sweet liberty
Oh, how I love
The fourth of July
The red, white, and blue
The flag flying high
How we forget
A endless night
A brain flickering on memories
Memories mainly making me murder myself
The fear of reuniting with your enemy
Who caused the pain without you knowing
The innocent kid who played hide in seek
As you see, this world may not tolerate many of you.
Discrimination is just like a flu.
How can many believe a God,
When their vision is in a fog.
Mouths are shut, closed, in silence mode.
No one knows what I’m capable of
With my brain and interchangeable love
I’m a product of the stars, molded into the moon
I’ve been falling so hard and I’ll get up soon
My heart knows I’m too weak
I want to work my best, love my best, and help my best.
Among a thousand other things.
And I want to do everything at once.
And at one time.
At this moment.
what is it that defines us?
our bodies, our minds,
our hearts, our busts,
our victories, our finds?
can we change?
our views, our thoughts,
the loves, the hates,
our destiny?
You will not determine who I will be in my future... but I can say you played a part.
Reasons to why I trust very few
Speak very carefully
One of a kind-Original rap lyrics written by TScott (Me)
He was born in a state of poverty
everybody knew him as a joke of society
but look at him now tho, he got the flo
Sitting here feeling empty, not understood, an all alone.
Completely gone off to a place unknown, wandering through trying to find my way back.
Secluded in the forest the mind is absolute.
the silence deafening,
the darkness blinding,
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul.
Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Foot steps on the stairs, that aren't really there, feels like there's someone's watching me.Shadows on the walls,whispers down the hall,
Love, is so many things.It can be sweet,it can be bitter.It can be easy,it can be difficult.It can be hard,it can be soft.It can be anythi
A pearl
Strong, beautiful and magnificent
Able to do anything it wants
But
Now, it’s stuck in a shell
Weak and frail
Speak your mind when your friends are watching
Speak you mind when the clock is tocking
Speak out loud when your words are shaking
Speak you mind when your heart is breaking
Speak out loud whe your breath is taken
I am…
Strong
Beautiful
Intelligent
Kind
I am…
Weak
Chaotic
Simple
Cruel
I am; a mirror
A mirror of emotions
I've become my own motivation
Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation
We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
I've become my own motivation
Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation
We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
How do I love thee?
Let me count thy ways
12 for The number of scrapes I have from your regular practice
of carving initials into my endoderm.
your fingernails scrape my wrist with my blood as your ink
Kisses rain down...
STOP.
She lies to your face..
STOP.
She doen't care about you..
STOP.
stop...and listen
he loves her
she lies
stop.
goodbye......
Suppression and subjugation
On our conscienous fully operating
Grating
Against the grains of our humanity.
Leaving scars the hierarchy booms; blooming
Soothing none whom it's consuming
The World Around Us
Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays,
As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
You see I don't want to grow up
and I don't want to leave you
I don't want to leave behind my memories.
Perfect
Who is this unknown individual who lives underneath my skin?
Everyone else sees who I am on the outside.
I choose what I allow others to see on the inside.
Time is a beautiful enemy,
a two faced friend.
a HEALER,
a destroyer.
A lover,
but a fighter.
Time is on our side.
they say,
" You have time to do this, you have time to do that!"
I am sand
Built of different parts
Shaped
If each piece of me stood alone, it would be overlooked, useless—abortive
He's such a, but when you hear those weak mumbles, almost like a cry, I can't help but feel like, the most luckiest girl alive.
How high can you fly?
White like the new moon,
My bird in the sky;
Singing a sad tune.
Why are you alone?
"Just send your heartbeat I'll go...
To that Blue Ocean floor"
I'll never forget
The time you asked me to explain,
And you just knew,
Knew I could help you understand.
You knew that I had the ability
Student debt?I got that
Another Student loan?I'll get that
Two more years until a BS?I'll do that
Get an education no matter the cost?I've got this
The shaddows begin to appear,
the night kills of the sun.
The man walks, hopelessly,
he knows he is not done.
The wind never blows,
in his direction, there is no breeze.
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
Sitting here while I think
in a swirl of thoughts draining like a sink
down my neck and arms
to my fingers typing on this link
Thinkig about what makes me tick
Overwhelming loud in my head
A crowded brain, my minds so jumbled
Focus!
No.
The voices tell me I'm not good enough
You're not working hard enough
You've gotta do better than that!
I've tried to focus on the true purpose of my life
Yet I'm constantly entangled with the fact that I'm not good enough
Recurring emotions of what could've been, but I knew it couldn't happen.
What really makes me tick?
Dealing with routine, bogus shtick.
Understanding this requires more than the gist.
Nothing slick, nothing missed, just the worst possibe itch.
I've always said the sound of your voice could tear me to pieces,
But I haven't heard you speak for days
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
I love to study
I hope to make some money
Prove to myself and to others that I'm like no other
Unique. That is me
I don't want to flee
Independence is what I seek
My goal is to reach the peak
Products upon products
Days lost to adulation
Looking for beauty under rocks, in-between articles.
The funny thing is,
I buy all this crap, but never wear it.
Hundreds of dollars spent on makeup
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
I'm a little woman as I've been described.
5'1 and not an inch higher,
but I want to stand amongst giants.
In my dreams, they're next to me
as we speak intensively
What turns my gears and gets me going
Is the heightened sense I have of knowing
That life is as abundant as a fruitful tree.
My mind—
Which usually perplexes me—
Gets excited by art.
Likes to dunk the world
Into color, and tack
On words
My mind is Narcissus who—
Under the beguiling face
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
is it so wrong that i'm content?i do not strive to make myself appear like i am more or less,i just am.
what is the crime in being?for i do not add or take away from myself,i just am.
I see you walk by
I let out a sigh
And I wish I could talk to you
But you're so dang shy,
But that's the reason why
I really like you
I've known you for what seems like forever
She exploits her body to the opposite sex
Or the same sex
It doesn't matter right
As long as she gets her pay check
Because at the end of the night
Her pockets are full
$500 in tips
My mind is a blur:
it races from thought to thought without catching its breath.
One moment:
I meditate on the plight of the impoverished.
The next:
that puppy across the street is adorable.
What Makes Me Tick Is This New Generation Of Social Life. See I Remember Growing Up In a Household Where We Would Sit At The Dinner Table And Talk To Our Family About Our Day.
where your hair straight is what some people yell
some people prefer my hair better curly..I can tell
why is the condition of my hair a concern
They preach that the work place prefers a more "traditional look"
I often think about life and being stressed
constantly working and trying my hardest to be the best
but who cares what place I come in, whether that be 1st, 2nd or 3rd
my only care is that my voice is heard
I hear your heavy, beating wings
That fill the warm summer air.
Some hide in fear of your stings.
However your flight is a glorious affair.
Watching you; full of fuzz
Speak you mind poetry slam
Who made paper?
Who stole from the trees?
Who lied to the birds?
Who sung to the bees?
Jonathan Murray
"The Silent Killer"
The silent killer to all I fear
Is one where no one is in the clear.
Pressing thoughts and pure emotion
Can put one’s life in slow motion.
What makes me tick?
When your lips turn up in a smile and you laugh and your face lights up
and I forget about how broken we are and I remember I was made to love.
I Hear Voices
But There not Voices
There Thoughts
My Thoughts
Waiting To Be Spoken
Waiting to Be said
All I need To say is a few Word
Written By: Victoria Blackwell
The soft skin, the delicate touch, those big eyes staring up at me
Oh, what i wouldn't give to have that
The cries in the middle of the night, the late nights of comfort, the early morning cuddles
It seems like I'm forever confused
uncertain of what to do
Do I say this or do that?
Should I go forward or turn back?
It seems like I'm forever cinfused
in this cruel society full of brains reduced
Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tock, tock,
the way in which my brain,
gives way to thought, thought, thought.
One notion to another,
associations then connect,
it brings about my fears,
Ran into a girl from the past
A girl who walked a similar path
From where do I know this girl you might ask?
Juvenile Hall is where I seen her last
Lived our teenage years in and out of the system
where do i even begin?
so many jumbled thoughts with no way out
how do i explain myself without being shut down
because everyone gets sick of me expressing my disgust
when they choose to ignore the truth
Speak you mind poetry slam
Who made paper?
Who stole from the trees?
Who lied to the birds?
Who sung to the bees?
an undergrad seeking a diploma to succeed
the money for college is outrageous and it's one thing that I need
I haven't written a poem since English 1302
and now I'm writing one to inspire me and you
Dearest father, I remember you spinning me around in your arms , I remember waiting excitedly for you to return from work so I could see your smile. I remember you hugging me against your chest and telling me how important I was.
A boy being told that he needs to look a certain way to succeed. His brilliance is over shadowed by his parents need for hi to be normal.
I'm walking out the door
while others are coming in.
I'd gladly switch places
just to be home again.
They drive so far I can't see,
the town of memories
that use to involve me.
I sit in geometry class,
Hanging on no words, not even trying to pass.
My eyelids have a heavy weight;
They don't even care that this next theorem may decide my fate.
To transform a polygon into a square?
Robot winding up the gears.
Every morning going through the motions
Till summer appears,
Thinking of nothing but summer
All through the school year.
Then the last day happens
And freedom is here!
DARK AND QUITENESS SURROUND ME OFTEN
WHEN I LET MYSELF DRIFT INTO THE SURREAL
WORLD THAT I CAN FIND MY ESCAPE IN.
SOMETIMES I WISH TO JUST LET MYSELF FEEL
LIKE LADY MACBETH WITH CRAZED AMBITION
When I think of the night,
I no longer feel afraid.
Not sad nor angry,
Just calm.
The night reminds me of us,
At better times.
When we would stare up into the great beyond,
What makes you tick?
That's a hard question to answer, because my answer's not quick.
The Human mind is of the essence
A gift from the almighty, a moral blessing
From which we derive our strengths and weaknesses
From guilt to wrongdoing, life is indulged with grievances
Trust
Like most things
I used to think
It was a double edged sword
Trusting myself
Led me to best consequences
While others
Led to the worst
I used to shun this power
What I Hate
Do you know what I absolutely hate?
What makes me so sick to my stomach?
And my skin crawl with repulsion?
I’ll tell you what I hate:
Step up to the MIC.
A sea of lights and faces swim before you.
Your palms begin to sweat, as the stage lights burn hot on your face.
Close your eyes and take a breath; breathe, breathe.
Education wasted
Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted
Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter
And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
With the lack of male leadership and representation that we as African-Americans are perpetually inflicted with, leaving ALL the res
Through the storm I hear only the rain
when living in happiness I just feel pain
is it my fault is it all in my brain
thoughts like this run people insane
when I reflect over my life I can not complain
There are days when I wake up and I don’t want to look in the mirror, for fear of what I might see.
There is a saying that "when life gives you lemons make lemonade,"
however sometimes fear and circumstances get in the way.
While some people choose to make the best of every day,
paranoid, thunder-swept in the cave orifice
he stands, a tall boy with a brave, wooden blade
eyes shining ludicrous with the dark anger of Jupiter
his fingers absently running through the dog’s murky hair
Technology is all around us that we must understand
In order for the human race to leap forward and advance
Whenever I think about it, it's like my brain is in a trance
All this science and math is making me dance
She wove golden rays of sunshine
into a long and flowing dress,
that left the scent on everything she touched,
of nature's sweet caress.
Everywhere the girl did go,
the flowers would all bloom,
What is it like
what is it like to always know what to say?
what is it like to never be afraid?
will I make a fool of myself or will I get away?
When I'm with my friends,
will I pretend?
You say you want WOLD PEACE
but your not willing to fight
for the one thing you believe
you think its impossible
for the sun to shine on everyone a
the same time I believe
When I write poetry
I don't just write
I don't think and consider,
Weigh the meanings of my words
And maybe that's wrong, but I don't think so
I feel this urge to find some paper,
What if I told you, all of you are wrong
You've already judged me; probably have been all along.
What if this is the end?
What if this is all I'll ever know?
For this I cannot judge.
For today I am not what I will be tomorrow
Nor what I was yesterday, nor the day before
Drawing deep into my feelings, of peril, joy and hopelessness.
Confusion increases each time I take a breathe and draw deeper into my wild thoughts.
Dealing with things is what everyone learns to do
How you deal with it is up to you
When I have to go against the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced
I run. Not away to the seeing eye but to where all voices are silenced
I'm interested in everything
including the way your body laguage tells more truth
than you ever would.
To the evolution of time
and the creation of man.
Everything is something,
Speak your mind at what no one has the courage to say. Speak your mind for what is right but you hold back because its never worth the fight. Speak your mind even when your mind and your heart do not agree.
girl, if you are to be a woman hereyour hair must not be cut above your earsyou smile and laugh and never shed a tearthat's just the way it is for women here
You were gone
Gone for so long
You left me in the cold
You came back
Then you were gone again
Came back for good
You were down for a little while
You rose
Rose up and started to build again
You're running into the infinite darkness
Because there is nowhere else to go.
She is chasing you, a game of cat and mouse.
You, you see the darkness as your hole.
Your means of salvation from this wretched chase.
Seeds from the regretfully accomplished actions,
led your emotions to conduct more bad transactions.
Initially the intentions were adequately justified,
therefore, you seemed artificially satisfied.
Every month is the same.
Every week just routine.
Every year is a new chapter, a way to start over.
But do we ever take that chance?
That chance at a clean slate.
A chance to let the past go.
Inertia is a lie
Somewhere along the way
our feet lost touch with the bare earth
and now our roots have shriveled up
and now our roots are homeless
Imagine a world where the unintelligent have a chance to thrive
Where every race and gender compete equaly
Where a nation is run by people
where all families live under the same roof
I think about life
I think about people
Diversity is such a beautiful thing
Differences are what makes this life wonderful
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes.
I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself;
a flower that has never been caressed.
Diatribes against discrimination
Of hate that plagues a nation
Once called United but now, separation
Kicking and screaming against ghettoization
But our shouts are all silenced
By the hands of commanders
Since they're older, they think they know what's best.
But when asked the questions, they couldn't pass the test.
It's hard enough to make it in this world,
Without their input on our dreams being curled.
Let me be kindling for your hate
I can be the scapegoat for your insecurities
Allow me to be your martyr in the eyes of your jurors
Love me like no other
Give me what the rest didn't
Speak to my soul
Get inside of my mind
Beauty is what appears
What if deep down I'm not
Take away my pain
Tell me I'm not insane
The truth of the matter:
I'm a pretty little white girl.
I have problems, but so do you.
By looking at the divisions
We isolate and impede the vision
Of a better home, a better heart
She whispered so softly,"Your future is so bright,"My heart sank deep, but remained feeling light.I look her dead in the eyes and say"bright and light are the darkest things in my sight
You have to be realistic
If I am realistic I will stay in the same predicament I'm in
I live with my head in the clouds
Knowing I will see a better tomorrow
Be realistic as they say
A dreamer
Is that the name I was entitled to?
I don't dream anymore
I use to
A thought amongst your mind can't change your life
A dream turned into a goal
That's the only way it can be achieved
They say life goes by fast
They say time is money
What do I forcus on?
Living life or making money
Why can't I have both
I want to be free
No worries of debt
Money
Time
Life
We're all trying to survive
And we all are rying to make it
The only thing that can stop us from doing so is ourselves
We all gotta keep striving
And going up the steps
Steps to the kingdom
This is how an Angel dies
Forced to hear of man's cries
Upon the legions of those soon to suffer
His ears lay a buffer
As his wings crumble away
He sees those of earth
Awaken for another day
I close my eyes and pray for better days
Watching my mom struggle is the worst of all my days
All i can do is try
I can't let them down
The one's who believe in me
My future awaits
A brigher tomorrow
I won't allow money to be my barrier
To hurt my soul and deepen my pain
Money makes the world go round
It can't run me nor my soul
I will stand tall
I am not a business
I am human
Is it possible for someone like me to be successul?
I've never see a face like mine shine
Someone of staure
I'm different then most
I enjoy the beauty the earth has
Not the cars or clothes
I've see it all and heard it all
No one can tell me my own story
Typical African American story of no father
Just a mother and hope to make it out of the struggle
I am not ashamed of where I come from
I'm on a journey to be successul
I know it's going to be hard
I stay strong
I won't give up
I can't
When love ends, it's not the end of the world. It's just the end of that chapter in your love book.
When you end love, you end your old ways.
You learn how to love more and better.
my father and i were drinking orange juice at
two thirty in the morning when he turned to me and said,
“i never taught you that you could be anything you
I know what you’re thinking,
Here goes another Muslim. Preachin', teachin'
tryna change the way the world sees them.
But I’ll make this quick. I’m NOT a refugee
Born in the south next to American Babies
The pain I feel is deep inside
I have baried it for so long
But it is coming to the surface.
It is too hard to face the truth
But I know I must
I put it off for another day
John Nash’s roommate said:
“If we can’t break the ice how about we drown it”
We are all fighting
A battle between pride and shame
We our no less valuable
With shaking voices,
Over the smoky mountains and into the crystal sea, there is a God above me who looks and cares for me. So, if you're ever lonely, or if you're ever sad, just listen to this poem, and then you will feel glad.
Why is it okay to judge people
For their dreams?
For what they believe in?
Based on their skin color? Or who they're in love with?
I wake up and see her.
As I turn on the lights
the darkness stayed in her eyes.
I asked
"What are you, and what do you want?"
She replied.
" I am your biggest fear and I know all your serects.
We are stuck, intertwined, in this riddle we call life,
Full of the dull ache of pain and silent suffering of lonely nights,
Only to wake and start the cycle over again.
You Can't
You Can't
You Can't
It is whispered in your ear
To put you down
To make you feel weak
Make you feel helpless, worthless, like you cannot do anything for yourself
It doesn't
Am I really beautiful, or are you just lying?
Do you mean what you say, or should I stop trying?
You make me feel like I’ve never felt before.
Your waves of emotion wash upon my shore.
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
I believe that one's unique and one of a kind
Your silly thoughts are running through my mind
Judging me the way I look and the way I dress
All you ever do is make me depress
My self esteem is in deep pain
I'm tired of the same old routine
they expect me to be like a stronghearted machine
The first time it happened I was lost;Eyes closed wondering through the woods of my mind and running into trees I was young and a child and trying to find who I was.
There goes that kid I see over and over. Education is his world and he carries it on his shoulder.Keeps his head in the books ignoring drugs, drinking and crooks.
For those who are wicked...they are marked with the beast
trying to pull me into the things i use to be
*Temptation*
I've been living every day life as if it was just a breeze. Trying to live in every moment even though they're all just flying right by me. Reality.
My dream begin as a powerful solder at the hands of God battling through the fire.
She steps onto the ground realizing how cold it was.
Fragile. Her bones were always fragile. Especially when it came to stepping on the ice.
She grabbed a piece of the ice, only realizing how it left her hands red.
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
Solitude that cynically settles,
A parasite within my bones.
Sweet bile festers in the shadows.
I am the master,
the controller,
I am the seargent,
and I am the soldier.
I fight the battles;
I lose the wars,
I reap the winnings,
and forfiet the scores.
Joyfulness is white as a white rose
It sings to me like Sunday morning tunes
It taste like sweet summer lemonade
Has the smell of fresh linen fareeze
Why do I have to suffer?
I’ve done no wrong
Why can’t things get better?
This is not where I belong
Every day I have to deal with this
I’m tired of being trapped
When will life be bliss?
Why do I have to suffer?
I’ve done no wrong
Why can’t things get better?
This is not where I belong
Every day I have to deal with this
I’m tired of being trapped
When will life be bliss?
I am me
She is she
So let us be
This is our destiny
Stop hurting us
Stop killing our spirit
We are different
And that’s our creed
After all you’ve done
We have a crisis on our hands,
America and I
Plenty of us can point fingers
Whose fault it is
But will anyone DO anything?
We are all talk and no action
We as humans are the superior life forms
America “ Land of the Free”
But what does that mean to me.
Orphans, and poverty
Opposition to authority
Gangs and disrespect to minorities
So really how free are we?
Trying to be defined by who I am in your eyes,
But what are my definitions,
What are my standards?
When I look in your eyes I see a misrepresentation of the girl that I am
I see people all around me
They love making life
better for their self
some for ourselves
Another day another conflict. It's an ongoing fight.
Another law passed to strip us of our God given rights.
They take away our land. They keep their hands in OUR pockets.
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
what is wrong,
what is right?
who am i,
who are you?
how do i know what i see is real,
and how do i know that you are you?
What are words?
but a mere creation of humans.
No words can describe how I feel,
when I'm without you.
No words can explain the feeling I get,
when I see you.
and if i could snap my fingers
and clap my hands
and nod my head
and stomp my feet
or say a word
and make anything happen
I'd make a change
house, and a white picket fence
smell of the beach and a life of paradise was what i sense
is this a vision of my life in the future or is this all just a false pretense
*This is based off the novel The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga (The White Tiger is a window into a world of poverty, greed, and corruption. Balram chose to show this through letters to the premier of China, Wen Jiabao.
How long has it been?
I forget with the flashes of light and sounds that pass through me
like rain through the clouds
five
ten years
a smile seems to mark its territory across my face
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you same my name.
Like venom on the tip of your tongue spitting every word in vain
YOU tick me
The smile of a goddess, the heart of a king, and a voice that makes me plea
3 years old and father is ill. Ill.
I'll see him quench his obsessions, filling his demons with the drink of death.
They burn his insides, destroying our home,
while he sits calmly releasing his bitter smoke.
Just know that everything will be alright
because I am gathering nutrients;
Like your intelligence, I will be bright
Like star lullabies of insouciance.
Whats on your mind?
I alwyas ponder this question time to time.
We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds.
I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
In my world that's compromised.No one sees the pain I'm in,They willingly accept the grin I give them.But behind these walls I am safe.Safe from myself and the world of hate.Yet my fortress is cracked.
A life without love is no life to live,But a life without you now that would be sin.So for now I'll wait,And tomorrow we'll see,What the future hides for you and for me.
Stories told as a child,
Of the dead walking a while.
Today a girl walks on the bus,
Surrounded by people, yet so alone.
Mouth gaped open, eyes glued
Missing the sky that’s shinning blue.
Tell me how do you explain
To one year old brother
Who follows you around
Like a puppy
Loves you to death
That you can’t come home
Tell me what can you do
When six years latter
Stuck in a world with no liberal peace
Trapped in this skin , making it hard to think
Free my mind
Beautiful family tree
With love and support
Roots really deep in earth
With beautiful branches
Juvenile ages
In time of life stages
Bad family tree
Addicted to fleece and other disease
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Unaddressed is the issue of the missing undressed,
Begotten, then torn from this land,
Double X in your genes, you’re a lesser human being,
You ARE shame if you will not be a man.
When I speak my mind, I speak my heart
My mind is where whole worlds start
My heart to them full life imparts
And with my words turns them to art
When I speak my mind, I speak my heart
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you.
You hide behind your paranoa,
You want the "best" for me yet
Your support of my dreams means nothing to you.
You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
Life is something that is between birth and death.
It begins when you take your first breath.
Life is always such a mess.
For some it's a breeze, while others stress.
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
I see him standing with his gray cashmere sweater
Leaning against the wall thinking deeply to himself
Wondering what’s next
Turned towards me and just stared
Gazing at me with the glow in his eyes,
Who am I? What am I doing here? No, no, not here in this room, not here in college, on this podium, up here talking to you, but here, on this earth, this rock, this place… in a seemingly infinite abyss of nothingness, darkness, blackness.
Love. Me.
A cry for help? A note passed from an admirer?
No. The two most popular tags on social media.
The need to be accepted.
The need for approval.
The buildings crumble slowly
Cement walls expose once hidden dark red bricks
Those who slowly crawl past the scene see the structure’s open wounds
The grass holds the history of days past
The sky paints an ever changing picture of life
The sea brings life of all kinds into view
Nature teaches me about myself.
Its hard these days to speak ones mind
We dont all get along in this aspect of time
It's not really wrong to speak ones mind
Its only because society stops you on a dime
So unworldy the world is
So knowledgeable they think they are
Finding comfort in lies and ignoring the truth that appears before their eyes
Blinded by their own misinterpretations of the undefined love
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
Damn, I miss you.
I cannot belive this happened.
Why can't you be alive and well?
I miss you so much.
Ever since that day almost a year ago,
I've been hallow.
Constantly, I wonder if you think about me
As often as I think about you.
I do not know what happened.
I want out so badly.
Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you
every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table.
We can’t afford it.
I hear that boys will be boys
that we condone rape
that our father figures allow it
that we objectify our women
we turn a blind eye because we think its cool
Its hard for the world to understand, the struggles I adopted when it all began
They came so quick with the presence of you, was it love, which I was falling with you
Five AM, alarm clock screams
Blaring siren, interrupting my dreams
Stretch and sigh and open my eyes
Hoping I could go back to where my dreams lie
There in that place, I can heal all pain
Her eyes open
with the dawn of day.
The world greets her with
open arms; she replies with
a soft cry. Her life starts with the
blooming buds of Spring.
Her eyes twinkle
Black and white.
The swirl is right.
Being interaccial is the way God made me and there aint no changing baby.
Curly hair, tan skin why loose when you can win ?
Stress
The day to day hustle .
School , friends , work .
I feel like my worlds about to end , so much to do I can barely breath.
As I sit I realize the ambition I have to make it in this never ending world.
Reading while it rains
the crinkled pages sound soft,
the chaos rumbles
Painting a diffrent reality,
new worlds appear changing fate now.
Humanity. Human.
What a terrible thing to be.
When we look back at everything,
Humanity has painted red,
Every twisted evil thought,
Every twisted evil deed,
We, who kill our mother,
Here I stand transparent and tall lacking a true focal point.
Yet barring my emotions that still exsit underneath the latch I once lost.
I feel in the emptiness with a handful of tears as onlookers surround me.
I'm turning 25 this year,
And with another passing day I fear,
That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away.
I mean, I don't know what you've been told,
But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
It's not a debate
Why keep asking questions is search of anwsers that will only hurt?
Pain, a fleeting, yet ever present state
Affecting everyone
Differently
Heartbreak, loss, scraped knees, broken bones
Without pain
How would we overcome?
How would we learn to appreciate the good?
What makes my mind tick?
Questions might, numbers won't. I see no value in values, science or quotes.
What can I do?
when I close my eyes
when I see the possibilities
What can I do?
when I go to school
when I get good grades
What can I do?
when I fail
when I succeed
Same routine every day
Wake up, get up, stay up
Constant deja vu
will it continue?
The world changes no matter what happens
People change no matter what happens
Why must the routine stay the same?
Screw this world for screwing me over
Because the moment I learned to walk, it lifted my skirt and took away my purity with a touch of a twisted fate
It became a cursed spot and an attraction for perverted fingers
im crafting my journey the way from the dim
as the light is blind eye that i cant see
days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright
mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
We started at the bottom
Where we learned to say a word.
And then we moved to taking steps
And repeating things we heard.
Eventually we learned to sing
The cheerful alphabet;
A,B,C,D,E,F.G
I want to welcome you to the depths of my mind
inside a world you will hardly find...
anything but my trembling thoughts that won't tolerate cosine.
I'm not trying to slam the issues of the city
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you want to be?"
"Pick right now, at only eighteen."
I don't know the answers
Maybe I never will
I want to do it all
I want to create
To make beautiful art
I look to the skies as my feet take flight
My arms pump my calves move as one
As the backdrop fades so does my plight
Sometimes all you can do is...run
My legs are more than vehicals theyre my friends
close your eyes
breathe
infinity
think
think
think
infinity
open your mind
breathe
infinity
Everyone’s goal is a four year university.
Why do I feel like I failed my family?
I study, work hard, and always try my best.
Bu just because of a test, I’m stuck at home like the rest.
Ignorance
One thing that leads followers
These people do not know and do not want to know the truth
They are Ignorant
It's almost a shame how a fool is easily misled
Dead diary
I feel damaged..
Frail; a burnt piece of paper..
Brittle, wounded edges..
As if I'd crumble to the touch or slight breeze..
If I aspire to nothing I will be nothing.
If I work hard I'll only be disappointed
But...
If I work for me I will achieve greatness.
If I live to love I shall crash and burn.
That day hunts me everyday
At the time I thought that all wounds would heal but it does not seem that way
Ten years have passed and it seems as I get older the worst it gets
I’m scared I am not growing up to be the person
I think I am growing up to be,
Or even want to grow up to be.
I’m scared of feeling like I’m living solely to
Please others,
In the dark blue skies
I see hope of gold
singing blues like I'm being told
my heart speeds all high.
I stand in my mirror
A beautiful world
Filled with various wonders
I want to explore
Curiosity
For the sake of tomorrow
Where will I go next?
In a crowded cage
Captured by others’ ideals
In the Hollows of my Mind
By: Carmen Cooper
The window of my mind opens to a world of dreams
Look at the world around you
And think about the things you do
You worry about clothes and spend money on hair
But tell me how can people be so unaware
The world is burning to the ground
Head down on the desk as the people around judge by what they see. The day she came along an held my hand I was ready for a change. Broken and beaten to the core I let everything take me down a dark road.
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear
Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
No one said going to college would be easy,
but Imma enjoy the ride while it's nice and breezy.
I love learning all of this information,
I'll carry it with me far past graduation.
What started as a game,
turned into so much more.
The names that we gave eachother were the first step,
I was your Babe and you were my Her.
Our friendship growing to levels unimaginable was the next step,
Forgotten,
That I too am a human being.
One day they will see what I am made of.
Nevertheless,
As people tell me, "Everyone has problems at home, your not different than anyone else." But am I not different than everyone else. Thinking about my life and what people tell me of theirs, I am different.
An open road before me
My path marked on a map
Lines smearing with uncertainty
With possibility and anticipation
Many pitfalls lie before me
Hazards yet unseen
Still I must push on
Revolving the world, 24/7
Rattling in people's pocket whenever they step
Slowly diminishing with every purchase
Working for minimum wage
Not receiving enough for survival
But she stands tall
I'm 18 and about to graduate. This is where my mother once stood.
She was bright, intelligent, beautiful, and cunning. I became the best parts of her.
But she was unfortunate. College just wasn't part of the plan.
What is a world without transition and change?
All the gay lesbians transgender and bi people are not natural they say!
But who are they to say what is natural?
When homosexuals are found in so many different species?
Bees buzz in my head
No, it's my alarm. Screech!
No escape from my bed
I put my phone out of reach
I’ll speak my mind
I’LL SHOUT IT TO THE WORLD
Let my rage no longer be confined
LET THESE TANGLED THOUGHTS UNTWIRL
For the men and women I couldn’t save
WHOSE CHESTS I COMPRESSED
dissatisfied with my life situation right now. Winning a scholarship from Power Poetry might cheer me up a bit.
Police sirens
Cars zooming by
Honking
Beebing
Speeding
Down this busy street
Interested
Excited
Sun sinking
Car head lights speed past
They say it's your choice, your pick, up to you
This will make or break the rest of your life
You can whine and cry til your face turns blue
Guidance is wrong; your future may be strife.
I love learning, but I'm tired of school.
Tired of teachers who just don't get you & make you drool.
I'm sick of them thinking they own my life..
They don't realize that once I walk out that classroom, each day, ..
The beauty of the earth is vast
It flows from Nature's love,
I look around and am aghast
The source is from above
O' how can someone really think,
"Why am I on this earth?"
A Steel lock and key combination, a door closed off to common sense and reason a wall conjured by unbreakable ignorance
Close-minded imbeciles
The catalyst to my insanity
The pin to my ticking time bomb
Unrequited love was like
Looking at one of those
Optical illusions.
Like the one that
Sometimes
Looks like
A vase
And other times
Looks like
Two faces.
The stars shine down,Bathing the windows here.That sleepy frown,Something I hold dear. Those soft brown eyes,The way they shine at night.
Excuse me, little mind.
May you speak, may you shine.Your intelligence sparkles---
Yes, let it be bright.No one else gets you,
I can see the golden yellow crown
Upon a woman whose skin shines black.
An eloquent white silk gown
That drapes down
From her shoulders to her back
Straight to the ground.
I can see the elegant black kimono
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
Beyond the oceans,
Past the stars..
Through the moon..
And way beyond..
To the shores,
Past the sunset..
At the sands,
Is where we met..
Through the jungles...
Through the trees..
I wish that everyone knew how I felt when they said something hurtful to me
A mean comment can leave some serious debris
Your words stick to me like a disgusting flea
YOU LAUGH AT EVERYTHING!
Gentle whispers
Breezy nights
Cute whiskers
Soft moonlight
Delicate roses
Brilliant stars
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives
What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others
Your voice is powerful and unique to you
Once there was a willow tree.
A lovers' tree 'twas fit to be.
But times cannot define the soil,
War and hate marred branches loyal.
Rope on bark as cloth to back,
Love was all the tree did lack.
Darkness.
In my mind, in the words I speak, in the emotions I feel, in the world I see.
Just darkness.
Drowning in my own thoughts.
Would I be missed if I went through with it.
As I button my coat and step out into the night,
Melodies about love- dark passion and sweet affection,
Float lazily into the air and into the ears of lovers,
Mesmerized, wrapped in warm embraces,
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014
My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections
And the debate with others who detest my views.
“Oh, hey.”
“No, really, it’s okay.”
“You can stop moving, I’m comfortable.”
“Yes, really I’m fine.”
The dirt under my fingernails teases my eyes,
I stay in the shadows.
Kept away from the crowd,
I hide alone in the corners.
I prefer total isolation,
Over having to be social.
And I can't seem o find others
Who are in the same situation.
You were My true Friend
You were my true friend
their till the end-
forever and always boo.
There's one thing about you.
You simply open your mouth.
Oh no! That's my que!
I try my best to stay away.
"Oh I need a favor," you say.
And so I decide to not be rude
A thousand dollars..
I need a stack, a "G", in today's society
if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee
Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
Girls, we have to do better, we have to be better.
We are more than pur hips, thighs, and long luscious tresses.
We are the minds that build, the hearts that love,
The qiuet place around me
Is peaceful to think
I conentrate too hard
Too easy to blink
How many times
Can I fully give in
To the thought of letting go
There's nothing to bend
Of all the things that make me tick, it would be HIM.
Everytime he chews, a completely UNNECESSARY amount of effort is put into EVERY. TINY. PIECE.
And don't even get me started with the slurping!
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
You know what really makes me tick…
When I just overheard someone in the library making fun of someone to their friend
Someone getting talked about because of their race, sex, or even choice of clothes
Because I'm happy I'm going to dance and sing
No more prowls or late night frowns
Because I'm happy I'm going to scream and shout
The blaring of trumpets
the beating of hearts
the family that push me
to move on,
the lights on the feild
the pride in my heart
marching is simply my art,
it makes my stress fly
Help.
Help me.
Help Me to be strong
or to be weakened.
Help me to be helpful
Help me to do your will
Help me to let go
Help me to hang on
Help me to stand tall
Help me to listen
There is no uniqueness like that of fear.
Irrational,
Yet this only makes it all the more terrifying.
Peering into shadows,
Ignorant to evils that lie lurking, ready
It's hard to speak my mind. Catch each thought as it bullets through my brain. Too many thoughts crammed inside like those balls in the lottery jackpot machine. Spinning. Flying. Whirling.
He walks the streets looking for a way in or a way out
Seeking a prize that he cannot find
In the sky it cannot be seen,
So he seeks the earth beneath his feet,
Solid ground gives way beneath,
Some times little changes
Bring about great things.
I didn't choose to be this way.
Life has turned me into this.
Take me to the land of fantasies
Where all my dreams will come true
Now that I see
your big round eyes
looking right into mines.
All I can say
is that I am grateful
for another day of peace.
Nothing, nothing is going to come in between us,
The doubts that tour my mind
Keep me off track
I can't get past
That last kiss we had
Without letting out
A cry.
If one day life
Decides to let us try
One more time
A uniform in black, my American blood bleeds redIf I can't save the world, then I'd rather be deadMy heart is my weapon, and these words will be shed
"Why do you talk so white?"
Well sir, what do you mean?
I'm only talking the way I know how to speak,
are you sure I don't talk pink?
"But, why don't you talk black?"
I try to say what is on my mind,
It never turns out right.
I can only guess why it does,
I'm pretty sure that I might,
Say something that could make you laugh.
Or something that could make you cry,
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
Tick tock. Tick Tock.
Motivation which comes and goes.
I sit and watch the clock,
As it ticks and tocks.
What does it mean to make someone tick?
Both positive and negative it can be.
A breeze whispering a soft promise of rain and thunder.
The sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
The clouds roll in as the sky darkens,
I didn't feel 70 miles per hourI felt 50Maybe slower I watched them pair offIn twosHugging the world away
My mind has seasons of its own.....crashes by stainless pressure
critical remarks of laughter that i dont find amusing
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny black kid?
You see A Pair of Glasses?
You see -
My dream has no name,
it is still an uncreated concept,
one that I hope to create.
My dream embraces my passions,
Thinking, Thinking, and thinking
like I always think.
I have to do many things in life
The creases of the sidewalk
Drifting heavily aside
The darkness of the night
Walking as the ride
Quietness all around
The sense of the decease
Bodies nowhere in sight
You go on with your life, and he'll wallow in his lies. The tide rolls on, and the moon will sing its song. A song so sweet and slow, melodies that bristle and blow. Eternity rests between your thighs, love and life, how tenderly they collide.
Time has passed
Little change to show for it
Years ago Kunta was whipped,
Rosa was arrested
Martin was shot,
Malcolm’s death was orchestrated
Music was stolen
No one likes confrontation
but theirs no explanation
or communication
you base it off of he say she say
um but no hey
Once so close people thought we were gay
One job may change my life
It includes neither a fork nor knife
I will not construct a building
Nor will I be drilling
What makes me tick?
That's a good question, actually.
I think the best way to answer
would be to say
what makes me
the person that I am today.
I would not be who I am today
Dear John,
I wish I got to talk to you before you hopped in the car that night
Just to catch up, hear about your sights
We always knew that you had the vision
A nineteen year old soldier, on a high speed mission
Education is makes me tick
I like to think it's my only true skill
Deep interest makes it stick
Which helps since it takes more than will
I want to go to college someday
My brother used your name in his paintings
I wondered why he would
You chose to not exist, years before we were born
I see the candle flickering and my fingers dance with the flame
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
If I had six seconds to speak to you
Only six, mind
The words I had would not be enough
But here goes, gotta try.
I hate how women walk through the dark
With their keys clasped in their fists
Over and over
life hums like a song.
Life plays for each person,
each family, each throng.
The more we learn about it
the less we seem to know.
The grating and reeling
The water, the trees, the flowers we adore all behind the government system we all fell for.
They provide defense
They build shelter
Survival lies within the hands
They pluck oranges from the furthest limbs
Creating a sweet nectar juice, derived from a simple fruit
My mom always told me that college isn't cheap.
However if you want to be successful, it's a must.
For those who don't go, will be a bust in rust.
What is love? How do we define love?
We ask each other "do we love each other"? We say "I love You." but do we mean it?
How can you love someone who does not love you? How can I love someone who loves me, more than I love them?
Life and death had a meeting
when life was old, dying, and pleading.
Death said hello with a grin, a dark greeting.
Death looked at life and said, "welcome back you look different."
One year costs about the same as a C-Class,
Four years costs as much as a wife, a crib and a baby does,
Without it, we can't get good jobs.
With it, we spend our entire lives paying it off.
Drive into the night
There's a light flashing in the distance
A young boy driving thought he'd miss it
The mind is a curious thing,
It can make you think you heard your phone ring,
It can also make you terrified of the shadows on the wall.
You are here, I know you are
Because I can feel you sometimes.
You are here but you are not tangible,
Not tangible enough.
You are everything that surrounds me,
And the wonders that bless each day.
I wonder more and more how the world worksSome simple things like how those girls twirkAnd those big question of whyLike why did you never get to say bye?I wonder am i making you proud
Healthy girls wanting to be my size
they aren't happy
they have voices in their heads telling them to eat this an eat that
that's why they are fat
they always complain and it's not a game
Wake up everyday at 6:15
constantly going through the same thing
wash, brush your teeth and do your hair
its all the same
having people yell at scream in your class
Looking upon the surface of the waters,
You see beauty, you see grace
Mystery, and depth of the mezmerizing sea
It is breathtaking, a glimpse of heaven on earth
Many pursue the sea
I don't stand.
No.
I don't stand stand for that.
The "Pledge of Alegience."
No, I don't.
Now, before you go on
about how I am just "ignorant"
I want to state some of the words we all know:
A cage she loves. A cage she sees. This cage is in her lungs, she breaths. No freedom. No air. Yet she does not know.
I crave the rumbling thunder and flashing lightning.
The cool front against my body
cool sheets on a cool bed
my thoughts washed away.
Everything dirty in the world
now clean.
The sound of nature
Disappointment. Anger. Sadness. Fear. I'm afraid. Some days are easier than others. Some days it feels like ropes are pulling me into the ground, and I don't have the strength to resist, so I just sleep. Some days my heart feels heavy.
Sitting with idle hands
While a busy mind sits on my shoulders
It's polarizing its thoughts
None of which being what is
All being what was and can be
Now back to the crossroad
this life is for you
this anger is towords you
this pain is from you
everything i do
is for you
to be happy
saticefied
proud
everything to make it threw is for you
this life is for you
this anger is towords you
this pain is from you
everything i do
is for you
to be happy
saticefied
proud
everything to make it threw is for you
Down
Down
Down
the rain falls
big tears
but
to whom do they
belong to?
Down
Down
Down
come the lightnings
and the thunders
Down
Down
Down
the rain falls
big tears
but
to whom do they
belong to?
Down
Down
Down
come the lightnings
and the thunders
All I ever wanted
Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe
Walking with her partner and not worry
'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight
All I ever wanted
Was to find love
When I inhale the fresh air of this world,
And witness the virgin colors of nature,
And listen to the innocence of the wind,
I am inspired.
When I walk through the places of mankind,
The pretty girl who everyone wants
they admire you for your smarts
respect all your wishes
all the boys wanted to call you theirs
and one day, a boy was able to
you thought you loved him
Blank mind
Empty canvas
Open body
Free spirit
Ready to begin a sketch
Cant decide where to begin
The picture's unclear
Foggy and distorted
Colors are dull
you learn about it
hear about it
have sympathy for those whom have come across it
but never do you consider it
these fouR letters
they never have had meaning to you
You'll regret it,
You'll regret ever leaving me, making me go through all that pain and hurt.
I don't even know you, dude. But here we are.
Brought togther by fate? Naw. I don't think so.
Maybe something stupid you did. Maybe someone stupid who did it.
I'll be straight with you. You stay straight for me.
Quien es la Morenita?
Who is the little dark skinned girl?
Where does she belong?
Her curious dark eyes look upon the world in wonder.
What I say doesn’t matter. I’m 16 years old today.
It’s true. Who cares what I have to say?
Who cares just because I get good grades?
My mind isn’t light,
But it sure isn’t dark-
Life no one understands it
On cloud nine one day
And the next day you're makng a crash landing
So many obstacles to overcome
Don't think I can make it
Some of us have strong personas
Everybody think they can push me around, like I'm joke.
I don't know what they thinking, I'm the antidote
for the world's sickness. It disgusts me,
How they feel they are superior to me.
Work five to nine
I shouldn't wine
I'm earning money for college
Not enough I must acknowledge
Papa Ginos only pay's eight fifty an hour
Doesn't give me much power
Meanwhile my grades are slipping
To no one in particular
I just wanted to say good morning
And I hope your day is lovely
And you wake up and you’re happy
And you don’t have to force yourself out of bed
Or wonder what’s the point?
My mind is full of thoughts
Thoughts, like honeybees buzzing through their nest
They're flying around, without any rest.
My mind is full of dreams
Dreams that seem impossibly unobtainable
Sometimes I miss you- I miss you like the grass misses water in the dead of summer, and I miss you like the grass misses the rotting apple you threw at
We were always meant to be,
but will never get to be.
We are separate entities,
There is a "you", there is a "me".
Starcrossed for eternities,
yet bound to you like destiny.
My words eat through my brain like maggots,
they spew from my mouth like roaches
eating through tissue.
As kids we are asked simple questions like, "what do you want to be when you grow up? How old are you? How's life?" These simple questions are fun to answer because you still would have time to decide.
the gears shift, starting and stopping without notice
start
vivid scarlet and deep indigo ink moves through the canal of gears.
Who Are You
Who are you to tell me,
A person of my own being,
Who I can or cannot be?
I am a living person,
With my own rights,
Thoughts, and feelings.
How dare you, someone
A flash of light and you wake up in a place unlike anything you have ever seen
Constantly changing with each step, inhale, eye blink, and gasp
"Reach for the stars", a quote known by many.
But should this be done by any?
Space has no end.
Just darkness, like sin.
Jumping from star to star will get one very far;
My grades reflect a knowledge of books,
But I don't know how to judge from looks.
My people skills are not that great,
Though my schooling is first rate.
There are many things I can't understand:
As the days go by, as minutes of my life past my responses to what seems like a beautiful thing is lifeless.
Words flow endlessly though my mind defying all space and time, as I lay down I begin to unwind all my thoughts and emotions.
We all just run in circles
looking for love
looking for hate
and through that time
we just sit and wait
wanting others to act for us
being afraid of the end result
Sometimes the sunshine of a new day isn't enough
to burn out the pain, anxiety, and sadness
from out deepest fears and worries.
Sometimes walking through the shadows and living in the dark
All over the globe people are dying every day
I pray and ask God why does it have to be this way
People in America are getting shot for stupid things
And in other places they're dying for their rights as human beings
Raven,
slow down!
where you are going is not worth
your life
their life
no ones life.
slow down!
you'll get there in time
better in peace than in
p i e c e s.
The mind is sorrow
pain, regret, loss
The mind is joy
fulfillment, grace, satisfied
The mind is color
imaginatiom, creative, interaction
Our minds have chemistry
The connection between eyes
I am greater then anyone else.
I don't need anyone else
wow I am so proud of all I do
look at me a mIllIonaIre
look at me an actor on your favorIte show
I am perfect..
Beautiful black women drug through the dirt,
we're beautiful black diamonds,
stripped from inherent rights to be beautiful, strong black jewels.
Dear God
Your work is easier than mine.
Fishing for scholarships, all floating above me.
They're all biting,
Let your words be unchained, your thoughts unhindered. Release the power you hold within. Let every thought filling every corner of your mind out, like butterflies released into the spring air. Speak freely.
Laughter is the key to anybody's heart , but the question is what makes me tick? and thats being smart.
Life is an eventful occasion.
Much like a meteor, crashing through the ever-expanding sky,
We, too, have many directions we could go.
A slight nudge from a comet,
a quick tug from a fast-moving planetesmal--
I am
I am a woman
I am Caring
I am Loving
I am Faithful
I am Independent
I am Nurturing
I` am Happy
I am a Leader
I am strong
I am Different
I am Patient
I am a winner above far, the one with the confidence to win this poetry slam
but none the less I am a woman call me a feminist or whatever.
I am the queen that has come to conquer all and the scholarship thus far.
Hey mother,I know you didn't expect thisIt's already been three months, only six more of blissHave you picked out my name? Have you even told dad?I know when he finds out I'm a girl he'll be really mad.
When someone says, "tell me about yourself", they actually mean, "tell me your name and something that makes you important".
She is the African-American
Who puts her fist up and shouts...
"IM BLACK AND IM PROUD"
she is the definition of beauty
that when the sun touches her its like a kiss
skin so smooth you have to touch it.
In the Silence
Time stands still for only a moment
But in that moment I find eternity
In that moment I feel yearning
and in that moment I known I am lacking.
Junior year is almost over, time goes tick tock'
Teachers say " your future looks bight,dont you see?"
Ill admit its diffiult to evision what lies ahead for me.
i make good grades, A's the occasional B
A long, never ending cabinet of useless information, feelings, thoughts.
Once I begin to dig there is no turning back like an endless cave.
You want to know what really bothers me? When someone come and block my view of the class board and I cannot see.
We all have those days.
Those days we feel like nothing.
We just want to sleep forever.
Maybe you haven’t felt that yet.
I have.
You just stare at the wall.
You think about everything.
Have you ever envisioned Karmaas an object or a thing?Is Karma a force?Is Karma a centrifugal ring?Or perhaps Karma is a person;a woman or a man.Unfortunately, I cannot tell;No one can.
And there she was longing for a successful life.
A life to inspire others,
A life to help the poor,
A life to prove to her family,
That education can give you more.
The Sun, high and mighty in the sky.We see it everyday yet people don't note it's complete power over us.While most see it as an object in the sky, I gaze upon it as a harbinger of hope.
I take my time , only when i wanna be careless
Afraid to shed my skin cause, i dont wana be hairless
Hard to intellligent and black,
It was just a normal visit to the relatives.
Loud voices, quick footsteps, clearing of throats everywhere.
Curious questions are aimed towards me.
" How's college? Is it hard?"
There's a moment in everyone's life where
a person who they thought would always be there disappears.
It might be because of death, divorce, money or pride,
but for some people it's just the roll of the tide.
I hate being in between
We are always forgotten
Well, I guess that’s what it means to be middle class
All I ever wanted was to go to school
They say my parents make too much for me to get financial aid
You told me I was your mistake
The kid you wish you didnt make
I am not the love child
This poem doesn’t have a name for a reason. That’s because it’s like me, nameless and shapeless, with no proper definition to it just yet. But you know what, that’s not stopping me from writing it and speaking it. You may as well
To all my peers
who and who are not
Shadows
Yes, us, we are the ones
who walk in front of you in hallways;
You see through us.
We sit in front of you for hours;
you talk past us.
When will the sun come out to play?When will the snow go away?
Why can't i go out to play?
Why do they?
Cancer.
cancer.
cancer.
I can still do it, watch me try.
Her mouth is silent
But her eyes scream for help.
She likes to hide,
Hide away the bruises and marks,
Marks over her body
Her heart covered with scars,
It's nine A.M..
You're awake,
but you don't leave your bed
because you have so much to do,
The clock of life is ticking
And my dear the nails of death are clicking
Drumming out the sound, until silence when your body is beneath the cold ground
This is your final battle cry
If I can only write once
I better make it count
Should I list of the things I must say?
For it would be quite large amount
Because I say enough with the homeless
The hungry, the cruel.
It's amazing to see the thousands of bodies that walk by me.
All the same goals, aspirations, flying by like a bee.
Yet, the grade point average seems to say it all,
But little do they know the struggle behind this wall.
I have recognized that everyone is on their own
At the end of the day we have all sung the same song
Our emotions are imperceptible, we can barely express them
We can easily fool each other with our thoughts and truths
I sat upon a hill and looked out at the wide expanse before me,
Rich green grass covered the earth beneath me, and an honest
Blue sky stretched out endlessly
People walked, and ran, and laughed, and spoke, and sang
