2014 Speak Your Mind Slam
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So you want to know what makes me tick?
Then listen up because sometimes you can be thick,
I stared into the fire
and found that I had become my shadow,
slithering through castles young and old,
who thunder about the earth in titan glory,
while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
Elephant and Donkey each gearing up
The day starts new the sun shines the elephant smiles
The Donkey watches the people smile
The Donkey rejoices with tears of zealous vigor
A new day begins, the sun fades
Why does the government pay to support the lazy?
Does one need to drop out of school?
Why not consider the Navy?
Food stamps, housing, it's all a crack.
Don't work, have kids and we've got your back!
Occasionaly
I think of vobrant sunsewts
And Labrador puppies
Bouding over green backyards.
Every now and then
I think of pure daisies
Blending with white clouds
All those guys that look down on us girls
For being ourselves
Cause we don’t fit their expectations of their
Perfect world
Gone are the days
when I laughed with you.
Gone are the days
when we would go to the store
and buy clothes
together.
You can write a good song
In a minute or two
I want to write a song
Dedicated to you
I do not understand
How you can write a song
You make it seem simple
But my ballad sounds wrong
The tears are waterfalls across your face
Each droplet flows into the lake
Sounds of the waterfall as loud as your cry
That appears to grow stronger within each eye
Every droplet rushes down in a race
Ambitious is what I am and what I will be in the future
Nothing will stop me
Not having money or the emotional torture
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
I am a changer,
In a world that sits still, I am a go getter,
In a world that sits still, I am a dancer,
I am an entreprenuer, a risk taker,
A dreamer, but in vain.
The thoughts, they swirl
so fast, on and on.
I can scarcely tell them apart.
Enveloping me in their arms,
inching their way towards my heart.
Telling me the things
I hide deepest of all
Every single lonesome day
I’m blown away
By your obsession with another human being
How could you just ignore your daughter
Chaos burned in her questioning eyes.
Chaos tumbled through her curly hair.
Chaos lingered on her waiting lips.
Chaos was sitting there.
Chaos was the passion with which she kissed.
When I was 14, I was told that my name sound "too black."It didn't match my personality.I acted "too white," "not ghetto enough,"As if me being black didn't quite fit into their scripted reality.
When I am asked
what makes me tick
there is one thing
that comes to mind real quick.
My family.
My family is always there for me
my family keeps me sane
Therapy.
Never have I understood how therapy helps others.
It is hell,
Confinement in a small light room,
I want to write a poem
To the days that will not be
For the times we only wish
That we all could live in peace
I would dedicate this poem
To the beauty that is rare
Want to know what makes me tick?
Take a look around at what makes me sick
Brittany can't take her little brother to the store
Without someone saying "she's too young to have a son"
A catcall has a special way of turning your day(month) around.
A loud shout across a busy street has the unique ability to take a bad day
and turn the rest of the week sour.
There are personalities that inspire us and there are those that criticize us when the climax is reached.
The mind is a beautiful thing;
So many nuerons racing every moment,
Yet only a few minds think beyond requirement.
You have a mind,
Your mom has a mind,
Even the unborn will have a mind,
To see, to hear, to think these thoughts
Within my mind is a conundrum.
How can you be so small, yet
Have no limits?
As my neurons fire, recharge,
Flicker, and spark again,
I sit back and feel the
Alice.
Oh Alice.
Why have you strayed from home again?
She tells me its because she found herself in place
A mysterious place
A place she could only describe as
Living is filled with moments we enjoy.
Surviving is the moment where we overcome an agonizing obstacle just to live another day.
Luxury is not present until awarded.
Only the talented species can live.
A comfort zone is a beautiful place
but nothing ever grows there
If your comfort zone is more important than growth
then you will never experience such
Growth dosen't exist within the parameters of your comfort
I want to get out
Get out of this place
I want to be free
I want more space
I need to move on
Move on with my life
Get me out of here
This town with it's closed minded people
It's funny, these days,
How bullying has changed
These anti-bullying campains
Haven't made bullying lessen
Instead we're progressin'
To new attacks
You can't just beat someone up,
When you were alone, I gave you my companionship
When you were tired, I gave you my rest
When you were in pain, I gave you my comfort
When you were lost, I gave you my home
A poem has changed since we were little;
“Here is the church, here is the steeple,
Open it up...”
Sometimes emotions come in, all at once, in a huge wave with so much force, that running from it seems impossible; yet the only answer is to try and escape.
The life You seek must be fast
The speed of life makes me laugh!
Death's just around the corner for
a Queer like me!
Well so they say all of them Freaks.
I'd like to blame it on the time
It has been so rough
Between the rapes and murders, I've had enough
But is that really an excuse for the way we're acting
They don't care about the love, only things
you want to know what makes me tick? well guess what!
I have a whole list, although at times i'm quiet and chill
sometimes i just can't deal with the ignorance and the lies.
Mother, father, can't you see
all this pressure you've placed on me?
If I fail, you'll be so mad.
Am I the child you wish you'd never had?
My thoughts run wild when my mind starts to wander.
to many people
school is boring
they ask
why am i here
i say
to learn and create a future
they call
you are a nerd
i say
i know i am a nerd and glad to be
they say
My heart lies open
floating on the surface of dark waters
facing the black night sky
as the full moon moves farther
in among the large clouds passing the shining stunners
I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
An ugly, overweight blob looking back at me.
Now, I know I'm beautiful.
All of Gods creatures are beautiful.
Yadda Yadda Yadda.
Where you see a "pretty" face.
The excitement is there,
but so is the fear
for what is to come next?
Graduation is coming,
My Father always asks me, "What makes a man, a man?" and I'm never able to answer because I simply know I cant.
I am fear inside us all.The swirling, contorting depths of darkness that consumes.Slight glimmers of light cry as they attempt to break through,But they can’t.It’s overpowering.I am human.
What the hell is life when a life is determined by money?
When you live in utero, grasping for cash in the darkness
Everything is a business
Education, religion, your own health
The cash flow is circular
I wish, I wish, with all my might
That I had the power to see the light.
To see the truth, whatever it may be
To unchain my mind, be finally free.
I'm wasting away to a pitiful shell,
I don't understand
what drives another to take a life
all around
every channel
every second some new horrible event
I don't understand
how can someone have so much hate
All my life
you've controled me
my actions, my thoughts, my ideas
you'll say jump
and I wouldn't say how high
I. Would. Just. Jump.
just to please you
but no more
Silence descends and thickens our thoughts,
tongues grow heavy and words start to fade.
The fleeting nature of reality
competes with the dream of things yet to pass.
Narrow, our minds,
You want someone clothed like a stripper with the ideals of a housewife.
Someone who is worn – a shell.
Gutted of originality and malleable like water.
You ask me now what makes me tick.
Now I shall tell you, brick by brick.
The look you see
When you gaze into the eyes
Of a mother who can't feed her children.
Or the childrens plea
How do we live for today when tomorrow is a dream?
Tomorrow is not always guaranteed
We take this beautiful easy life for granted
Standing on the corners of the earth , that seem to be slanted.
Tick.Time passes along our far-ending journey.Tock.Most of us don't expect to end up on a gurney.Tick.Without ambition, there could never be a goal.
What makes me tick. You know what makes me tick?
When people are so selfish they can't see past themselves. It makes me sick!
Fear is all i see, it clouds my eyes and mind with doubts and self loathing.
I'm afraid and I'll admit that I hate myself and everything I am.
I feel like i'm on a plane that's slowly falling down.
Speak your mind,
Tell the world what is racing through
The crevices of your mind and bursting to the surface!
Only you can make the difference if you free yourself -
Work
It feels like so much work that we’re putting in
At first it was easy when love first began
Now it’s just fussing and fighting no end
Where I sit through so many hours of my life
Many people just want to run away
Hearing these people put me through great strife
I hear many people complain its gay
Was against the law to have a bottle
I like my room, but my mirror takes up too much space and my bookshelf is to small
I like the paint, it's bright and puts me in a good mood
I need a regular door, the safe lock makes it hard to let people in
Observation is the source of my admiration to my surroundings, all I know is thanks to stopping ot smell the roses.
Reading is my passion and the source of my incredible adventures.
Speaking the truth is how I develop.
