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Having depression is weird Because you can be at the lowest point of your life So sad that your arms can’t move So sad that your eyes wont stay open So sad that every sky is a grey sky
A question is something that adds or retracts From information, undeniable facts - The things that we’re taught Something to fear if poised against power But also to revere if framed to encounter
A question is something that adds or retracts From information, undeniable facts - The things that we’re taught Something to fear if poised against power But also to revere if framed to encounter
gay before they made it calm before it quaked so there i like to save em call me luv, call me anything.,   today, on this super full moon i am fire.,   i claim boldly my request desire:
When Simone biles runs to the bar to do back flips in the air she is an athlete.But when I run to the bar and do a backflip holding a beer, suddenly I have an alcohol problem and need help. Perhaps they might be right ya know?
her lips part at the arduous notions of  stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace  with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails 
Please don't come back for my dead body in the Woods. At least there my corpse would be the king of the Flies And my soulless body won't only be home to Depression and Anxiety and
When the days are long, and I'm feeling blue, all I need is a ball and hoop to put it through. The sound of the swish does bring such pleasure. Plaing ball is finding hidden treasure.
Rock means nothing anymore, every artist a corperate whore. The gig is fucking twenty quid, policed by bullies in high viz. Organisers think its grand, snatching money from your hand.
This poem isn't about depression.This poem isn't about a confession.This isn't a sad poem.This isn't another one of my Ho hums.
My love for Football is so great,Practicing for my next game 'til the dusk of day.The night starts and the game's away,tackle, sprint  'til the end of the night.    
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge. One thing I can't go without is knowledge.  Everybody knows that knowledge is power. If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
Is it the way she stares at you while you comb your hair, Or the way she rushes you out of bed? The way she can make you regret every decision you've made, Even prove to you that you still care.
6'1 and 5'2 Dark brown and Light Blue.  Light Blonde and Dark Green. None of this mattered to me.    Love is blind.  Love is deep.  Love is everything I need.
When there is someone you truly love, You'll find that life before them was without consequence. Without purpose. You feel useless. Before I met Her, I thought that what I couldn't live without was materialistic.
Enlarge your vision … and You can achieve whatever You put Your mind to ..   increase Your confidence .. inside You are untapped potentials ..   Your dreams can definitely come true ..
How much can you bear? Why are you always on the clutches of wishes? However you are hurt you don’t seem to learn   Whenever the mind wants to stop, you continue Whenever the mind wants to continue, you stop
Is this really it? Nothing more, nothing less?  I have to ask, Is this really it? The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch? Offices, highways, business card masks,
The head of a watermelon The hands of an ape The mind of a homo sapien The heigth of a giraffe The wideness of a praying mantis The mouth of a fish The eyes of a flounder The hair of a whale
I lay awake many of nights thinking about a single line in one of the catchiest songs all time.
Can You See?   Have you ever wondered how a cave would react if light would stream in unashamed?   Could you imagine the things you could see
I love photography ,oh yes I do these Cameras have eyes, oh yes they do 
I love photography ,oh yes I do these Cameras have eyes, oh yes they do 
You ever get that feeling Of these sparks  Going up and down your body Feeling your heart accelerate Your smile growing This feeling of complete bliss With your with family or friends
Art
Art Transformative uncertainty
Paint me like I amforget the stereotypes forgetjudgmentspaint me how I am on the insidecheerful, loving and caringpaint me smilingpaint me dancingpaint me into the horizon
Life has it's ups and downs I know it may be hard Just remeber that there's someone who cares It can be Someone you may know Or Someone you don't know
To be more serious than others
Music fills the soul Sounding just right It can make you feel whole.   As the magic behind the sound begins to take toll I feel myself becoming light It can make you feel whole  
Ferguson It happens every day and no one notices It’s not the first time shots were fired At an innocent black man in the streets This time Ferguson next time Washington  
Freedom of America, Beauty of outdoors, Reliable friends, Late night snores,   Freedom of speech, Freedom of press, Wonderful family, Friends worth the stress.  
Creativity has basic steps: Show us something new. Show us something we've never seen before. Show us a display that has never before been seen. Creativity is seen, yes. Everywhere you look. Books,
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
I've try to convert if I can The will of the canvas at my demand So many different ones to counsel in Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
I see me Not a me I want to see... but a me that I can't unseen A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
I'm normal, I'm average I go to school and head to work and I make sure I do my chores I wake up everyday, clothes on, teeth brushed and I leave.  I leave for school and I leave for work
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick. When you see the random round rock you kick it. When you see me you see nothing different,
My pictures have been fake for years My eyes don't sparkle like they used to I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks My heart and soul don’t quite work right I'm hurting on the inside  
Makeup and picture themes Time well spend
Come up with a poem of you, they say. Who are you? What should we know? To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18, with the future on my mind and a reminiscent heart. My soul resides at home,
I am a fleeting fragment
Who am I, through a completely organic lense? A lense with no skewer or sharpener no falsehoods or pretends   What am I in an entirely natural glow? A glow that eminates my true personality
Remove the filters that surround our lives.  Don't sugarcoat it to the ones outside.  The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel, so let's not pretend that it always looks cool.
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed they see a girl who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias but when I the stop posing
Who am I deep down? Am I flawless, or am I hidious.  What do people think of me deep down. She is perfection, she is distruction. But deep down I am just me. I am me. Not you or her or him or them.
This is me Unedited,  Unfiltered me I am the cries at night when hearts break The anger when it's broken I am the fear when the world is coming down The tension felt when it's falling
Will to love the wrong person Their ugliness never seems to bleed
I am a teenager I am reckless I make mistakes I stay out late and do nothing I am on my phone all day    I am a student I have 3.0 GPA I am a leader I take too many AP Classes
I am dark eye circles. I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face. I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
If I must confess
     
live through me who lives to be
thank you for this life
She's a different type of girl, under all that founation, eyeliner and blush, you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
All is one in the universe, son. You need not fear, we all end up dying young. Remarkable fortune will surely appease Your preoccupied mind and your failure to see That salvation is in front of your eyes.
Him. He is all. He is one. He knew what would happen when time was done. Time. The time we live in does not last forever. So how can one say that we will always be together? It’s not a gift.
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I found your pictures on my closet floor The only way of knowing you were here before And I no longer get waves of tears anymore
An addiction, that's what he wasGreeted by a pulsating desire to shoot him,through every vein in my bodyA soft start, to calm my worries with his powers,and a smile like two rows of gold
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche i don't like it but it seems to work. this is straight forward. i miss my metaphors tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
  When I feel sad or I feel confused; If I'm feeling blue or a little down, I find relief and escape from it all,
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.
Our generation
Who are you to judge who I love? Who I kiss and who I hug? Why are you judging who puts a smile on my face? Would you be happier if the one I loved was a different race?  
Is wisdom a fragment of our mind Or is it something that knowledge left behind to distinguish one of us from another one of us or maybe it's a mind stamp
I am scared to grow up but its going to happen sooner or later, I have no absolute control of that because day by day everything changes.
  I am insane. Accept it or not. I am not the type to change just for any person. So don’t even try,  Because I will never alter.
Education is made out to be oh so important I'm not here to say that it's not. but when you think of the true meaning of education, You really should give it some thought.
Chalkboard Tar Trashcan what do all these things have  in common? There black just like me and you hate it. intergration and diversity is the new reality get used to it.
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
Objectives thru journeys Which within them we, As culprits of our deeds, Die consecutively... Loops swaying around... Of life's need to fond... Caress scars and wounds... With which i so bound... Strides of loud strobes... Sights of glowing vibrat
  Can you look me in the eyes,Without blinking? Can you talk to me,Without speaking? Can you cut the tension,That seems too thick to slice through? So many questions,What will you do?
The sky is alive Clouds slowly dancing by me birds and bee's wisping by  without a single sound leafs of all colors  red, yellow, green and brown The sky is alive the sun getting ready for bed
Hartford is a storm. Hartford is a rainbow.   Hartford is a concrete rose garden That when the sun washes over the streets They grow.
Paintings are the sky in many colors, She looks and observes as well as many others, Green as the grass as she is the color of life, Shining through the dark scaring the demons of the night,
What is loneliness? One might ask Is it a black hole? Destroying Annihilating Everything around it Leaving nothing behind
Life is what you make of it You choose what you do You make your own decisions No one can do things for you It's all on you People surround you everyday Times may be hard But
He called her his whore, his slut, his own bitch to ride on, like dogs.Prized only darkness, like lights. Abandoned in public, like free-speech. She wasn’t free, she wasn’t light,
who is we where does this we reside is it the same place as where we’ve come from have we progressed at all or is here to comfortable are the chains to comfortable what if harriet tubman was afraid of the dark
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