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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 ?
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!
Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush
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.
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school
Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool
I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke
Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
What is wise in this world twisted in concept
What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction
What is wise when our lessons become our undoing
These questions I seek diligently for answers
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
As time passes
You finish all of your classes
The good memories lasted
But you're happiness crashes
And you wonder why
You sit down and cry
Relieve your stress with a sigh
But the pain remains
Live life like no tomorrow
Smile wide and forget the sorrrow
Because you're one of a kind
You're type is hard to find
I hope that you don't mind
If I ask you to be mine
This is for my mom
Who did everything for me
Raise me and was still able to keep calm
From the womb to the tomb
Love and care she shared
But life isn't fair
She never met a loving man
As the day drags on
I sit and reminisce the good times
And ponder why you had to go
Nothing is the same
I stutter everytime I hear your name
It hurts me to see your family in pain
We all miss you
I am not the only one in the White Room.
Sheer fabric whispers from the windows
Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady
White dress, raven ringlets frame the face
Of porcelain
A laugh escapes
This is for the women with the broken bones
With the shattered heart and tattered clothes
This is for the women with silent voices
Who made tough choices that were seen as pointless
Listen.
Hear that?
It's the sound of blaring red sirens,
Innocence shattered on the cold marble ground.
Two bombs were dropped that day.
The one in the building:
Seventeen injured
Two dead
Are we really meant to move ahead
All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed
The war, the debt, the things we can't change
I'd speak about it but get labeled insane
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman
Says who?
The Hobby Lobby
Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom
And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
are like storybooks.
They display themselves
like open books,
desperately waiting
to be looked upon
by curious eyes.
People with tattoos
are unpublished authors.
Bombs go off in the distance
Buildings gone in an instance
Televised to millions
The world watches in silence
Now the children are dying
And the mothers are crying
He keeps his promises
He holds to His Word
He is the constant
On my knees or standing tall,
I am heard
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.
A rhyme here and there can make a point.
Stay away from that stuff as your friends pass the joint.
Standard beauty ideals are failing us.
People demand
Curvy but skinny.
Tall but petite.
Modest but sexy.
Pure but experienced.
Natural but modified.
We can't have it all,
Excuse me,
you look familiar.
I swear we've met before.
Are you the reflection I see in the mirror,
Or the slam of a broken door?
You seem recognizable to me:
an old childhood friend,
All my life I told you tales about monsters
The beasts underneath my bed
Always telling you they wanted to kidnap me
When in fact they wanted me dead
People tell me that
I should give up
Give in
That my dreams are foolish daydreams
Fit only for a child
My answer is
No
Let the word ring out
On the surface my demeanor is calm.
To anyone who talks with me it's as if I've not one qualm.
Beneath this exterior lies another person entirely.
A person who dreads failing; who has become obsessive and miserly.
I remember those lonely nights.
That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled.
When I cared less for myself than even my enemies did.
I used to whisper horibble things into the abyss,
Where has Annie gone?
She's been out way to long
"Who died and made her queen?"
Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart
Mama was in the days
Daddy never stays
No, I don't wanna go where everybody knows my name, I don't wanna go where everybody glad to see me, this isn't cheers, I wanna go somewhere I can find me, I'm not tryna define me, I not a definition in a book full of non purpose words, I'm just
Scared most of the time
Frontin’
Tryin’ to seem courageous
Tick tock goes the clock… keep moving forward
They’re better than me
How can I hide it? Will they see through me?
The color of one’s skin: brown, tan, light or dark
What does it say to the world?
It should say nothing
But in the real world
That’s the exact opposite.
there's a kid near the front of the class, top of the class.
she knows the answer, but she stays quiet, keeping them quiet.
she knows if she raises her hand, raises her voice,
the groan, the moan, the insulting intone of
Pushed to the limit,Student in it to win it.Studying non-stop around the clock,Waking up to get to class all to hear people talk.Get home grade posted for the last quarter,
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.
Why is it that I must respect your Allah, your Buddha, your spirit animal,
But you attack my God and my right to worship Him?
Why must I mind my speech, my words, my phrases
People keep trying to mold me into a star
Or a square
Or whatever it is they want me to be
It doesn’t matter
I’ll keep being me
And even if all I am is a straight line,
That’s just fine.
As the sky cries out its melancholic anxiety,
The sun tries to mitigate its condition.
But with the environmental degradation present in society,
Humans are the cause of such abolition.
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?
Upendo; I miss you
Your not just simple attraction, you know
That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you
Up
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
Bullying others half your size
Does that make you a man
Then you hear about their brutal demise
I bet that wasn't part of your plan
Did you think about crossing that line
Look yourself in your eyes
Welcome to the divided states of America.
A land filled with craze hate for another race.
Is this the dream MLK wanted to create.
Countless generations of babies taught hatred.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night
we are blind.
We are blind to a world that judges and ridicules us.
Every step, every breath, every word, every action
we are weaker.
It's the stars up north
there's no light to distort
the beauty the skies bear.
Who's up there?
Who's out there?
Won't anyone respond?
4 years ago i thought,
"i will never make it",
i almost gave up,
but instead i faked it,
I was so depressed,
nothing inside,
but my friends gave me hope,
and i decided to try,
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone.
With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
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!"
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
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.
Man really isn't meant to be alone…At least not me.It's partially fine when amongst company,but...when they're gone…the television's on…and when that, along with the night is spent,
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.
Life seems to revolve around the definitions of what some people have...
What's the definiton of weak?
Is it crying because your favorite television show has been cancelled?
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
School, we all know it, we all hate it, and we can't escape it. It seems as if it never leaves and once it does, it leaves its terr
I turn my head and I all I see is black,
He hovers over me waiting to attack.
I close my eyes hoping that this feeling goes away,
I cannot bear the thought of getting hurt
And when I open my eyes I am alone.
{In this galaxy,
you may not recognize yourself,
be careful where you whisper,
and who you ask for help.
If the moonflash makes you ignite,
while raindrop kisses fall,
It was dark and crowded.
It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation.
If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode.
I tell them I have a boyfriend.
I tell them I am a lesbian.
I used to keep my aspirations in a small white book with a round silver lock.
Hidden, under my bed these were my dreams I could not speak about.
I wanted to feel alive.
So with a CLICK the belt came off.
Speeding out of control.
It was an old car
I was dangerous.
I was careless.
I made it home and smiled.
exhilaration. I was lucky.
Everyone Dreams
But I dream differently
Everyone wants to achieve
But I want it vividly
Family is my motivation
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important
you had me thinking i was your main priority
instead, i wasn't even number three
baseball came first, as always
and then it was your video games
Will it ever end,
Seeing the death of my Palestinian friends,
Will it ever end,
Seeing the terrorists bomb and kill with no repercussions,
No consequences, just governmental corruption,
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 living in obscurity,
I live with insecurities,
My flaws have clouded my vision
Now I'm blinded by imperfection.
I'm on the outside looking in
Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
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.
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
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
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.
The storm
rages on
outside my window,
and I can't seem to find the calm.
Can you save me?
These walls are not enough.
The rain is seeping in,
and I'm looking for an end.
Wake up, everyone!
Don’t you know?
Till the ground for harvest
Disrupting the unfruitful flow
It’s just how it is
That’s not an excuse
To let people settle
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,
I long to be great.
My mother believes I can be great.
My grandmother knows I will be great.
My father is proud that I am great.
"Be not afraid of greatness:
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?
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?
I am angry
I don't know at what.
A pain in my chest
and a heat in my head
a snap--- just like that
and I will scream my fury at you.
My mom
she says she won't pay for my college
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.
Those who follow me wherever I go…
Their faces like porcelain painted black,
You say they’re not real, but they are…I know.
Their hair is like water without the flow.
Oh God,
Is this a shout or a prayer?
Why can't I be happy now?
Why does it always have to be later?
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.
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.
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.
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
Poems
They're not my thing
They have a social stigma
Poems
Poems
They make my inner thoughts loud
My exterior remains so stoic
Poems
Poems
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.
Floating in the lake of nothingness
Words flowing in and out
They bear no meaning
Or, do they?
Thrashing my arms and legs about
Stuck in the thralls of life
I am searching for an answer
As lIfe continued,
I realized on thing in my life that was missing.
People.
I was alone.
Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket,
When you are surrounded by a sea of faces?
Who am I,
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
Each day it's the same
It's a constant mental game
Do I work for the almighty coin?
Is that where happiness and comfort join?
Does the value really exist in a dollar?
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
I've been hard at work since I graduated,
I pay for my school, my rent, everything I've created.
I've kept up my GPA, joined a few clubs
Traveled abroad, and avoided the pubs.
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
Behind this smile I will hide the things beneath that bubble,
Scourging the very heart of me that tries not to crumble.
You’ll always see the bliss and glee but never any pain,
Some days I wish
I could forget my name.
For a few seconds
A few minutes
A few days,
I wish I could
Shed myself of these petty constraints
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
We live in a broken world,
I’ve heard it over and over before.
Traditions are lost, morals corrupt -
Only to be torn apart by war.
We build and we build
Our cities stand tall overhead
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
If you really knew me
you would know that
I look at people the way you read a book.
If you really knew me
you'd see the way I tense up when
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
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
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.
I remember the night I met you
Your pale blue eyes always looking like they were on the verge of tears
We spoke about nothing but somehow you felt so familiar
A cool rain was falling and we said goodbye
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
Your hair is dark and curly like mine; your anger is what I have held deep inside. I do not have many memories of you, but I do know I did and still do love you.
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.
It is said that there are two styles of brains
one brain for each gender
brain number one
free flowing thoughts mingling
burts of colors into a vast number of hues
You hit like a girl
You throw like a girl
You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
Fingers tapping on the desk
Considering what to write
When suddenly it seems the obvious choice
Is to write about my life
I wasn't born into a broken family
I have no siblings to share with
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,
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.
Letters so big,
Words so tall.
The pencil will write
Until life is null.
Letters collaborate,
Words are formed,
Soon a sentence
Is out the door.
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
Like the eternal night
And the ethereal day
My mind cannot stop,
Its brakes made of glass.
Thinking consistently,
Delicate matters only.
Like ancient clockwork,
“I’m really sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but no we don’t care about your brain or ideas it’s all just incomprehensible babble going from ear to ear
All that matters to us it’s all we dream about
They say Heroine is making a comeback
Well I’d sure hope so because I was born too late to experience the full affect of it with people like me
It’s said to be highly addictive
I want to talk about something that might make you feel a little weird and it’s
vaginas
I think they’re scared
Feel like this civil rights act of 1964 worked a little too well
And people really know that separate yet equal isn’t equal
There are millions more like me,
Falling down so fast;
No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
Occupiers hold on with iron grips
Thoughtless deeds, humanity is on freeze
Women, children cry out of soundless lips
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.
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart.
But in that Heart of Darkness,
You will find your sea and the light,
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
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.
The mind is a cognitive facility, actually, faciliites that enables — consciousness, perception, judgment, thinking and memory.
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
Crossing the paths of strangers faces,
Each bringing you to different places.
The whole world is crumbling at your feet,
Surrender now and admit your defeat.
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud
Soaking the world in a wet darkness
Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees
So even the sun has it’s head bowed.
As the water falls below
It depresses the people
Often times my father will say,"whats with this generation today?"And I'll stop and think about what we've donethat is so goddamned bad
Obviously the foriegn warscorruption in the state
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 have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost.
The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete.
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
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
On duty one day, the sun's out there's a breeze,
A man comes out with his sights set on me.
Says he can't swim and he's looking for a lesson,
Short course crashed when I spoke of a correction.
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.Like a stone that will grow no mossI must push to let others know my thoughts
We are All Victims no matter which race
The fine memories of our past still reaps
Its what we call bullying that kills this place
We hide until the screaming stops and weeps
Now this poem might start off as a little bit rude
but i think its time to speak some real hard truth
on the matters at hand that are destroying society
and bringing on an age of violence and mediocrity
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting,
Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty—
At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
I woke up today paralyzed.
100 and 44 weeks straight and this pain hasn't let up.
26,297 hours.
That's three years, and we're going on our fourth.
I tried opening the blinds but the sunlight hurt.
My skin,
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
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?
I text, I pin, I tweet,
repeat,
I like, comment, I friend,
unfriend,
I don't have to know,
where my 'friends' go,
who they see,
or when they party,
I don't have to know,
Father slapped me across the face
When I asked him
Why he was never home
Anymore.
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?
That cigarette of yours burned your mind.
Things feel simple as a child
Every task and punishment is mild
But as we move closer to maturity
Consequences and reponsibilities will come surely
With everything comes change
As a result we must rearrange
The Less-Imaginable
Which came first, the mind or reality?
They live in each other.
But one should not be measured
by location.
This is often pre-determined,
as all things original are.
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..
Small and quiet, timid, afraid
I need out of this labrynthine maze!
Of things I must do and things I must not.
Why can't I find my way to the top?
That beautiful place, held dear in my mind.
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;
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,
When you tell me
To "speak my mind,"
Don't assume by the silence gracing your ears
That I have nothing to say.
People always
Jump to conclusions,
Falling into the trap
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
“Good night,” they say to one another;
Two love birds postpone a return
To which the dark takes to cover,
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 days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need.
Heated
Upset
Not Happy
All the product of problems
Jay-Z says he has 99
This bitch has too many to count
no, not like real life problems
"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?
Boxes scattered across the floor,
filled with mindless necessities.
The clothes she rarely wears,
The books still dog-eared,
Their pages unread.
What qualifies these things,
I live in a society
were theres no dignity
A person said this
Then they said that
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
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
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 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
You asked me to abolish force/I think I'll have you watching more/
I introduce cerebral's port/ I think I'll call it "Hall Of Doors"/
The Hall Of Doors is a labyrinth in cerebral/
What really gets me going in life
is the fufillment of dreams
and love throughout strife.
The courage to do
Why?
Why on earth?
Why would you never come to class?
You tell me this will be different,
You tell me this will be a good class,
You lied.
Your never here.
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
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.
Words
Are a powerful thing.
Many can’t control it
Many can’t comprehend the power words have on their lives,
On other people’s lives.
Words.
One slip of the tongue,
Why was I choses to cry and scream
while others tears have fallen asleep
Why was I chosen to laugh
While others fall into a pit of endless sorrow
Why was I chosen to lead, instead of follow
Hamlet speech To be or not to be now that is my question/
Weather to act to or not react and then explain my confession/
Is it right I don't react, I feel I'm losing control/
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
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
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
It's so hard to stay in reality
When the mind is a better place to be.
Why suffer in the world of practical
When you possess a world that's magical?
You are a perfect being over Here
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?
I sometimes dwell in the past.
And I think about how time went by so fast.
I think about the choices and decisions I've made.
The friends I use to have fade.
I remember being younger and care free.
As I wake up
I have my towel in hand
Brushing my teeth
Putting on clothes
To go
To school
I have a test today
Papers due tomorrow
I'll study after
I go
RACISM IN AMERICA
Racism it's everywhere
We try to avoid it
To hide it
To fight it
To kill it
But the truth of the matter is,
My child is like a needle being found in a stack of hay. She is different in so many ways and that’s what I love most about her. She’s like my number 1 fan and vice versa.
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?
What makes my mind tick?
Who knows.
Some wacky combination of
my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows.
Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind
whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.
Battle with your heart , battle with your mind and if you dont want to fine..... its not worth your time.
I am from love, life, and happiness.
I am from running towards the sun in summer, and drinking hot chocolate in the winter.
I am from friends that used to be just neighbors.
I am from the Catholic family.
When I'm older you won't be able to hurt me anymore.
I'll have the power.
I'll be in control of my own life and you'll be helpless.
You'll be nothing, just like you make me feel.
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,
Trust and be assured
until your whole life reduces to nothing but
waking up morning after morning trembling with fear.
Unknowingly passing it from man to man
until every face is begging with unheard screams
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
They know your hair color and they know your height
They know you don't like fish and that you won't eat squid
They see you read a romantic novel and that it made you smile
Can you repeat you that one more time?
Can you conjure up the feelings
Can you make the words rhyme?
I know that you think you’re safe
But you need to see the signs
Can you say that last thing you said to me
What's in my mind?
I'll take you on a trip
up to manhattan valley,
where the white people live
I'll take you back to a time that wasn't the best
Back when this block was called the "Upper West"
Everything seems lost
I thought I was on the right path
Everything was falling into place
Then my life was flipped upside down
One thing was left
My faith in God
I have to keep moving forward
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
I wonder what you would think if you knew I hold your baby while she cries.
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
A friend of mine has touched my heart recently.
She has shown me what a true President is.
She has shown me what a true President does.
He (or she!) cares more for others than for himself (or herself!).
The directions are infinite:
A compass without bounds.
My mind speaks to me
Telling me to follow logic
To follow the set conventions
For straying is sure death.
Yet my heart sings
Book
Paper, ink
Insightful, inspirational, marvelous
The embodiment of ideas
Knowledge
A gilded cage, clipped wings, a weight, breath short, metallic fear
shaking, sweating, the bitter putrid taste of vomit.
Anxiety.
we've all seen the movies, when the credits roll/
just a bunch of names that continually scroll/
but what if yours was up there? what would happen then?
you would wait until you saw it, even if its at the end/
My country 'tis of thee
My brown hands work hard for almost free
Cutting insults in everything I see
At least I am not a pan handler like thee
Judged for seeking a nobler life
Fly through the ocean,Swim through the air,Make no sense and don’t even careWrite it in sounds,Tell it in colorsRun through circles andConfuse all the othersJump up a wall,Walk to the moon
When feet grow wings
I’ll think of happier things:
Like pocketing textbooks
And catching all your dirty looks.
When feet grow wings
We’ll speak of happier things,
I wanted to be an astronaut.
To leave this world with all it's tiny
whiny
problems behind.
But then I discovered
what it means to be free
It's not the freedom to run
I wanted to be an astronaut.
To leave this world with all its tiny
whiny
problems behind.
But then I discovered
what it means to be free
It's not the freedom to run
There once was a beautiful girl who was sheltered from the world.
She lived her life in a cocoon, but she was no longer a caterpillar.
Now she was a colorful butterfly with her wings spread high, ready to fly.
For a world thats so forgiving.
Why am I unforgiven?
In times so new
Why is It I feel old?
Though we're said to be genuine
Everyone seems made from plastic,
Humanity is doomed by conformity
It goes high school, graduation, college, debt
for a lot, there is not a way to skip that last step
but I try and try and think and think
and all I come to is
money Vs passion.
Oh I do not know if I love or hate to see you every morning
You push me with you square wheels yet,
The engine on the lawn mower roars to life,
Behind it, a homely gardener emerges,
The sweat on his brow glistens in the sun.
He stops to rest and turns to the street,
The shaking of a hand
The shortness of breath
The good days and the bad
Not knowing what is coming next
Will I have an attack today?
I write because it is my tactic of escape
From this cold world filled with violence and rape
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.
Tribulations of young life start out bright
Yet the other kids didn't see the same light
Dear Mr. President,
America is supposed to be the land of opportunity,
yet we shuffle families back to their home lands and
barricade dreamers from coming to this ground with a wall
I am a machine gun
Jammed
Not ready
But I'm fired anyways
I am the back fire
The back of the minds eternal guilt
And as I drink
I am the fire
Sliding down my throat
I am a woman
I have long hair, I have a high voice, long lashes and lips of cherry
I have curves, I have breasts and a butt
And I love my body and I am proud
If I had it my way…
I would pass back over the infinite abyss of rocky, tortuous paths
Of Failed Attempts to Save Your Wretched, Reckless Soul
And frantically collect the pieces of me I've lost along the way,
Darling dont you see?
The world doesn't want someone like me.
Each moment is a battle.
Each day a war.
These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.
The mind is an insect,
Bothersome, but auxiliary.
Needed by all, hated by all,
The source of all pain.
Heartbreak, obligation, personal development,
All in one locality.
Trapped in an image,
Afraid to be judged by the people around us
Not being who you’re suppose to be,
Forced to be what the world wants to see,
What they think is right.
