To Be Heard Slam
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Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
I hide who I am from most everyone today
I was bullied and harassed back in the day
It taught me to sit back quietly and assess
Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
Accorfing to my makers, my mom and my dad,
I am a blessing,most beautifully made
They asked God for me and their dream came true.
A little girl that was all they wanted.
I was not beautiful.
I am not beautiful.
I will never be beautiful.
But I could be thin.
It began as a whisper
It grew louder, it spoke to me
Until every day it was a
Screaming in my ear,
There's something beautiful about the man who leaves, knowing more about himself.
Knowing more about the world.
Knowing more about you.
About me.
Never knowing about the man next to him, and yearns to.
Ah, behold the beauty of the world...
The great protectors of the forest...
Fall!
by the hand of man
The great oceans of the world...
Poisoned!
by the hand of man
Who am I?
I don't know.
What am I?
I don't know.
How old am I?
I don't know.
When will I die?
I know,
I will die today,
For my mother is giving me away.
What could be is what can't be.
Acting is a dream that i crave
To be able to give the gift of laughter
To be able to bring happiness or sorrow
To be an escape for those who dislike their reality
Love can make us do stupid crazy things,
Things that never in a million years you thought would do.
Things you regret doing.
However, at the time it does not occur to us how our actions ruins us on the inside
Its a job to do the bible said to meyou either work now are you will never be free Working to get to heaven is a job for eternityIt's a job to do the bible said to me
Being abstract is not bad.
You don't want to like everyone else.
Being creativity and rare is beautiful.
This world embracres everyones beauty but, tends to forget their own.
If life easy was not hard
then attempting is not available
If half of me is going insane
And point five has a vision blurred
You must be crazy two
Thoughts of suicide are not scary
Enough, because you both have raised me better
Enough, because you are both leaving me dry
In tears and in pain,
That do not ever leave me.
Enough, because I trying, I have never paused
When you no longer have shelter, you no longer feel safe.
As the cold bites you, all you can say is what did I do?
All you can feel is the hunger, seemingly endless.
And all those people just stare at you
I am made of goldSupple and ripe I am embodied venusLike the seas I sway and pull in those who dare to indulge I am unstoppableA queen A goddess
Nothing more nothing less
A Cent More
"Spare some change"
so common a phrase
among those sitting on the sidewalk
Who are they?
They are the poor
Ink
Black veins pulsing through ivory sheith
Giving life to souls imagined
Beating rythm into hills and rivers
Ink
The lifegiver for imagination
The breath of creativity
To refine
In my Calculus class, a girl sat at the desk in front of me.
She wore a beautiful necklace; I had never seen one so clear.
A thin white wisp, spiraling so delicately,
lay in center of the crystal heart.
I was walking that day and I saw that little girl.
Beautiful. Happy. Smiling, totally perfection but how could I know?
How could I notice? She was dying? And all I could say was why?
Work is work
I do my best with a smirk.
I work to be a culinary clerk
Someone who isn't a jerk.
A baker by day
An artist I would say.
I'm a dreamer forever and always.
A great author once said "whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist"But as men we operate like parts in a machine, just going along with a system.The government, the controller of the machine, making rules, putting schools to control society; t
I was givin a certain way to dress, look, hell even feel before I was born
so when I was told " Your not doing it right" it sounded to me kinda foreign
how was I was suppose to know, I thought this was me
Study, Study, Study
Is there no end
The Back-To-School season is a ruthless monster
And no one is allowed to leave its bitter den
You can try to fight it
You can try to run away
They are the people who walk the streets at night looking for shelter.
They are the people who go up to you and ask for money, just to buy food.
But do we really notice them?
You go on winding path.
Past all the dancing palm trees.
You look down and see,
old wooden floor boards
Red, white and blue is the color of our flag that we represent, the one who wont stand, the ones who fought for us their lives are gone but as long as I live I'm going to defend.
When I'm gone they'll say they loved me
They'll claim they had no hate
But the reason that I'm dead
Is because they came too late
The ground will cover me now
As they gather 'round to watch
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
I can see the future ahead;
Filled with laughter,
Filled with joy,
Filled with love.
I can see the music;
Hanging with friends,
Just being myself,
Being with someone.
I'm going for the top
I got it on lock
Its no crock
I'm sturdy as a rock
That will never crumble like a stock
This is why I have a flock
They would follow me around any block
So don't be in shock
Some call it a hobby, a pass time, a distraction
From life, a world that you can create to escape your own,
I call it a break from reality when life gets rough,
A break from stress and the pain
An unreliable narrator
She was always at a loss for words
Expression never came easy, nor was
Compassion, understanding, empathy
Love
Was not a word in her dictionary
I survey the land ahead.
As i look out on the horizon,
I see a humming bird,
hovering near a flower.
I hear a bee,
buzzing around me.
And
I distinctly hear a tree fall,
in the distance.
The words flowThrough my veins andCome pouring out of my soul.The inkThat stains the page,Creating new worlds for others to see.Inspiration cameWhen I was young and incorrigible;
Dear Mr.Corperate man,
I know you don't care
but I'd just like to share
i have trouble raising my head
i probably seem like undead
just watching my feet
anticipating defeat
They say actions speak louder than words,
But silence shouts much louder.
With every single word we speak,
We all slowly lose power.
I don't speak often,
I am running, hiding from the relentless grip of REALITY
But no matter what I do or where I go, it always seems to catch up with me
It drugs me and runs through my veins
I always figured i was nobody but i didn't expect you to point it out too.
I always figured i was nobody but who are you.
I always figured i was nobody but now i have other nobodies too.
I am an introvert
I do not fare well in these feuds
See, I am a stuffer of feelings…my arteries choked and clogged so deep and wide with what I wish and how I wish I could say it to you…
I have always been home to an intricately crafted desire to be admired.
Not an admiration that makes people jealous but
An admiration that allows them to respect, know, and understand who I am.
All of who I am.
Words so sweet, lay false upon the innocent ear...
A blush so deep, the sunset would be jealous.
Words so bitter, claw and bite upon the innocent heart...
Tears so blue, the sky would be jealous.
To show
Eveyone was always so worriedSo stuck in realityThat I wantd to show them
Another worldAway from the testsWith no deadlinesOr grades to be handed out
i used to tell life
you are
MUCH TOO MUCH FOR ME
and now i find myself
begging for life to
LET ME BE ITS CANVAS.
I remember the first day I looked in the mirror and said,
“Not good enough.”
I saw the red blotches on my face,
The rolls on my stomach when I sat down,
REST IN PEACE:
To that wide-eyed, lost-souled, east-side girl.
Wandering the street at 3 A.M.,
Too drunk to know where she was,
When poets fall in love,
The gods themselves weep
For they know of the souls,
The minds,
The hearts
That will be unhinged
And yet mended.
Each breath rolls off their tongues
I learned long ago how to be strong; to hide my fragile heart.No one knew all the while, I was broken from the start.
It all ends here,
on this night, where I lay
I don't know how it came to
this
dying as I pray.
God please don't hate me,
I only did what I thought was
right,
There is nothing more beautiful
than the way
the world can change
how the light hits the pavement
or how
the wind hits the trees.
This is the only place I know
Dear America,
I saw a little girl today with tears all on her sleeve
Her eyes were empty
hands were old
Why did you crush her dreams?
She dreamt a day when kids could play
and water would be clean
It’s like walking with no place to go.
It’s a hurting feeling to hold onto something that you need to bring to God.
It’s way more daunting than walking on coal.
Years of being patronized has caused me to change my name
From Now on I am Benjamin Button
I age dramatically and grow - well get younger as the years go by
I revert into my child-like state and innocence reborn
The graveyard sat in stillness, quiet to the world/ It matched the gray of winter/ The hills whispered about the sky, its dark unforgiving ways/ The girl all alone listened/ She always listened/ All alone in the world, not able to be saved/ She l
This house sometimes feels empty
No one understands I don't mean to hurt them
I just don't know how to reach out
My mom was my galaxy and I was a stargazer
Now she's just part of the Milky Way
Humans are playing again
They claim to do work
Yet they kill her
Protest have been made
Yet she is ignored
Her fragile state
Is announced world wide
We sail on through the eye of the storm to find the place that we may call home.
i fly through winds that tear my apart to find the hope that I may be free.
I don't know how I got this way, my feelings for you still haven't changed. The good in me has gone away.
Time is shorting, and you’re wasting yours.
You’re ignoring your battles and losing the wars.
All the while, you deny what rests before your eyes.
You’re so far gone, you’re falling for your own lies.
Imagine you were a boy
born with a big head
Your parents thought you were smart
with a cranium that feels like lead
As I grew up in many places
Learned in many schools
My goal for grades were secondary
Stop pressuring me
Stop telling me I better hurry
Stop forcing me into a corner
Stop making me choose
Stop making me prepare
Stop making me grow up
As time goes on
You don't realize that you've changed
The image in the mirror is the same
But inside you're different
Those around notice
Just not yourself
You wonder what has change
Your soul, once so pure white has been painted black by white powder. That prick that little ounce of pain is my pain.
Tupac, Lecrae, Kendrick Lamar
They all rap,
They spit about the truth
From their music I’ve learned to snap,
They’ve influenced my life
And changed the x on the map,
But now I mark the spot
We give meaning to every word in the english language.
Love is connotated to a cliched valentine's gift,
I watched all my friends fall, in and out of old love Shame took the hardest, and hope hung from a limb Sadness drowned in her own tears, and anger forgot how to swim
I dream of children learing the speak.
I dream of a world of communication
I dream of being a speech therapist
I dream of changing the world
When I drown in my mindAnd look for helpI need you to be kindYet you make me yelp
All these words you shoveRight down my throatYou blame my choicesAs your scapegoat
The words, they go...:
To be alone in this world is not as bad as feeling alone surrounded by the population;
They look at me like I'm some kind of abomination;
It seems that everyone has their lives in order, except this one individual;
Beware for I have no easy knack for writing,
But that is not stopping me from trying.
Come hither, I will read you a letter.
A lust for Blood, a lust for love.
A need for peace; for all wars to end.
The human blood, of such sweet scent.
Why, oh why must the scent linger in the air?
This world is without peace.
A place that was never meant for me.
Birds that fly, people that cry, wishing upon a star to die.
Rain that showers, pain that shatters, breakes the soul of the living dead.
the track marks are like a map
of your cold and twisted heart,
your dead eyes show all
the emptiness.
you loved me but you loved
the heroin more.
it was your drug and you were mine.
You may think you know me.
You see my smile,
the pep in my step,
the flitter in my voice.
You may think you know me,
but you only know my mask.
My mask is smiling,
Sometimes I stop and gaze at the sky,
Thnking of him and his wonderful eyes.
He makes me feel all bubbly inside,
Making life seem like a rollercoaster ride.
I wonder if he feels the same way I do,
Shredding the tail end on the cold, coarse cement as the back wheels began to roll, I let go with my left hand and stepped on with commitment and control.
Who am I you ask?
I’m rather unsure.
I’m a wimp, and unskilled.
Forever alone.
I’m hopeless, Self-hated,
And nervous I’ll be
Deserted, forgotten,
Left out in the dark
Chains no more
I'm lifted from my burden
Snapped my fingers and the earth flew away
Chains no more
Spelling out my freedom
Meeting my prosperity for the first time
Chains no more
I look at you. I see a dream.
A prayer, Spoken through dark dreams
we're so young to know what love is now
But others don't see our "why" and "how"
I look at you. I see a nightmare.
The floor is cold
My spirit is warm
The curtain is opening
My body is now filling with
Wonderful colorful winged things
Then fear is reliquished
My chest beats with emotion
I am the daughter of a fatherless child. My skin is brown. Hair waved at the roots and I`ve seen more than a naked eye itself.
Everybody's breaking
Taking a second
Tick tock
The neverending sound of defeat
Why?
We don't believe the truth
Expell its existence
Why the shadow overhead?
Cut your hair boy,
Why are you bald.. you are a girl.
You do not meet expections,
but it isn't you, it is just the world...
Yes hunny it is ugly.
A job that can transform me is not a job at all. A job is what people have to get by. I don't want to just get by, feel all high and mighty when really it's so hard I'm ready to die. No, I don't have a dream job. I have a dream though.
outside looking in
unable to see
who i really am.
unable to believe
anything i say.
only what is true
no one will know
only you.
Everyone has spices in their life
But do I have some?
I act grown-up practically every moment I have
I may need to add few more cups of being a kid
That’s my life recipe
Everyone has their own recipe for life
Get lost in the music
It's the only place you can escape society
The only place you can escape society's double standards
To be yourself, and to coform
I can't be myself if I conform
While standing by the brown, cherry wood chair
I could sense your hatred
Every word struck like a knife
The blood from your veins; filled with unresolved feeings
There stood a mirror
Please god read this, you know who you are.
Our numbers are multiplying, I feel it in my bones.
I search for you everywhere, keeping my energies high,
Like a beacon so you'll see me.
The fear of death never fades away from our mind:
Once we brush with this unseen force, it can change our view,
When we succumb to it, our sight will be like being eternally blind;
Silent tears
concealed by a pathetic façade.
Soundless suffering,
weeping.
A voiceless shrill
cloaked by false smiles.
Muted agony,
raw and searing.
A torturous solitude
What can I do to inspire your mind into a wave of constant thoughts,
Crashing into an action on the shore of reality?
What can I do to make your mind react when a child is born,
Conservationist. Tree Hugger. Environmentalist
Labels given to those who care
Who see how people are not the only ones alive on this planet and know that this planet will only stay alive if people change
Flowers Bloom.
Flowers weep
Flowers grow
Flowers die.
Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye.
If flowers were not their….
how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the
Fear NOT for his half beaten sorrows nor the lint in his pockets.
Fear NOT for his lackadaisical manner nor his lacking of sole.
Oh, fear Not for the fool who falls on hard time or walks along cracks and smiles in the rain.
There are many things in my life that are left unsaid, unfinished
It might not seem like it, but i try
I might not show it, but i love you
Though my path seems broken, i will mend it
Deep inside there is a flame no one can squash
A flame that burns and is radiant
The flame however has had water thrown
Even splashed on it
So a steel vault has encased the flame that once burned radiantly
I miss your seaweed hair, always swimming the wrong way down stream trying to find your oceans.
It's okay to tell the waves inside your head to settle down, but someone please take this hurricane out of my chest.
take me to the days
take me away
right back to them
weaker than limp,
show me the ways
on how to be free.
I wish that I
could be more like you,
I broke my life
She puts her pen to paper
and it moves without any conscious thought.
When she's done,
She was stuck. Stuck in a daydream, stuck in her life, stuck in every aspect that made her who she was. She felt that life and love and excitement were happening all around her but she was excluded from it all.
I wanna dance like the leaves do with the trees,
I wanna be where my heart wants me to be,
I wanna run, where horizon meets the sun,
Where the moon and the stars may dance for fun
I can look you in the eyes
And as you leave
I find my hands shaking
I listened to you talk
I lost where I was
You touch my shoulder
And I feel myself blush
To be heard
To be known
To be understood
To be heard
To have a voice
To bring a message
To be heard
To use weighty words
To convict
To be heard
To make a splash
Forever we may
Yet not at this moment
Spend every day
Spend time at our closest
Years until then
But years spent together
But just until when
Our love lasts forever
I am not going to explain the scars on my wrist
Or size of my waist to the ratio of my hips.
I’m not going to apologize for the way my ribs protrude
People talk and people listen.. i think... why would u care to read .... my thoughts .... some one whos quiet and to himself... to people... other then his family and friends..
My emotions are not poetry
They cannot be compared to the deep ocean
Or a thunder storm
They are a fist bruised
From beating against an unbreakable plastic mirror
Mommy doesn't know
Daddy's never home
It's all a show, because they're all alone
Mommy doesn't know
Daddy's never home
It's all a show, and its time to close
Don't judge us because of how we look
Just because were young doesn't mean we can't read a book
You judge, yet we live our lives the best we can
But through your eyes all you see are kids who don't give a damn
Why do I try so hard to be heard?
And yet I speak so quietly that it is inevitable for everyone to disregard my presents
So easy to ignore me
Impossible for you to adore me or anything that I do
Transparant? Not me
I live life on the edge
the edge of my imagination that is
i will not be who you want me to be
i will not say what you want me to say
i am who i am
Pride crumbles away,
Replicating empires of old,
Settling into the Earth for centuries of slumber,
The dust reflects on how it came to be.
Childhood lies are spoon fed to children,
I wear this mask obscuredly, I hide it best I can.
For this mask is clear and transparent, I never did quite plan.
I am the beast
The one you look at and instantly know is freak
I am the beast
The one you say is so weak
I am the beast
The one who aches in the corner trickling tears like the rain falls
Education is the summation of the efforts of the imaginationit starts with a simple registrationThen you learn about legislation putting your mind in isolation
You won’t like the world of control we live in,
Unless you hold it in your paternal palm.
Born new and pink and wrinkled and crying,
Knowing that this world wasn’t meant for me.
The close people are the ones who cause the most pain
Stabbed in the back like Caesar, “Et tù brute”
It's hard to be pierced by someone who is far away
Never thinking twice,
Never once taking other's advice,
Lies deep in the land of dew drops and fields of honey
The Heart of a Broken Girl
Smiling, though never truly happy
The light passes through me,
It whispers in mind.
I can see it so clearly,
And it feels so very kind.
Chances are it's passed you by,
and it's really hard to miss.
They're like the SunThey burn everyday,Facing unjustice, trials, they don't deserve to pay.
Is it possible to be something else other than yourself?
Sometimes you can feel like a human being
But other times you might feel like an animal
We all have choices in life
At our own free will we make our decisions
In order to better ourselves and our lives
I have choices
But I do not make the decisions
My life, is great compared to some others,
There is no logic for me to worry,
I am loved by both father and mother,
Thanks to whom, I never need to hurry.
Yet I live in the world, surrounded by:
My name is Jesus and I'm not afraid to say
That my uncle was gay and he got taken away
Taken away by mankind itself and drowned in misery
This is an ode for the lonely one
the precious princess in her castle
with stuffed animal servants
and an imaginary knights
This is an ode for the quiet one
the bookish girl with sand in her shoes
I wake up
In a lush, green field.
Flowers of every kind
Surround me.
I think, This can’t be real,
i have accomplished nothing
everything that i thought
everything that i know
means nothing
because. . .
because i myself
refuse to improve
I miss your smile when I see light, the brightness reminds me of you
The things I see always seem to remind me of you
Your eyes haunt me at night; they follow me, and watch, and never let me go
Who I Write For..
Who do I write for?
Do I write for the kids whose screams are muffled by oppression in the countries whose names I can not pronounce?
Drip drip drip Let it flow down your wristYou let the pain get a grip And now it pours out the slitAlone is the feeling
I write toRelease the shameI write toLet you know I feel your painI write fromThe shadows behind closed doorsI write so
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
Sing unto me a new songNot one full of everlasting loveI do not wish to hear about joyTell me more about heartacheTell me about the reality of loveSing about the pain
Lonely Lovers
spread over sliced bread
Catching white moonlight
In their hands,
In their hearts,
Heavy hearts.
Swimming
I’m trying to be loud,
But it seems like you can’t hear a sound
Yet my words are profound.
It might be the music that doesn’t let you listen
My mother is still there.
On her bed,
her blankets that matched ours
still folded from the warmer nights.
They are smaller, neater, perhaps not so soft.
The phone is back at its nightstand post,
This is for the people.
This is for MY people.
This is for the people who see the possibilities, know their capabilities, love their personality, those who have the tendency, the decency to be themselves.
What does it mean to be successful?
The thought alone can be stressful
If you ponder too long and even start to prolong
There she was, under the bridge,
beckoning me home again.
Her hair like sunlight,
amidst the darkness of the trees.
Her milk white skin glistening in the mist.
Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
If my heart had a quill and an inkwell,
’Twould scribble without end, night and day.
Had it but a voice, it would sing, tell
All, everything I would say.
But my restless pen gets set down, how
To be heard in a crowd full of peopleis like looking down from an airplaneWe are all ants hereNo one is differentEveryone is the sameWhen I speak do you really hear?
We all find God in the strangest of places:
in the dark,
in the day,
and in empty spaces,
But we're all looking out while He's looking in
in our heads,
in our hearts,
and in our very skin.
Open your eyes sunshine,
roll out of bed.
It’s time to start a new day.
A fresh start.
Brush your teeth
so that they will be able to stand near you.
I am a womanI do not wait for my prince I do not stand behind a manI create my own pathsI walk my own journey
If they say “shh”Don’t speakI SCREAMSo they can hear my story
One Job Could Change My Life......But that one job could also change yours,do you have a family member so sick it gets on your nerves,you don't know what to do,
EVEN IF IM NOT UNDERSTOOD
FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND STRANGERS AROUND ME
ARE DEAF FROM THEIR OWN LIFE
Statistically speaking; as a young African American Male, Society assumes
That I will be dead or in jail by 25, and on a more personal note;
A tinybird
sits in a lonesome tree
as she waits for her Caregiver,
her Provider.
she watches
as her mother fondly feeds Another.
WordsOutward, inward
Written out so clear, floating in the air, or clogged in my throat as I gasp for air.
Death knows how to gag tie your means to speak,Take hostage every morsel of joy in your tongue,Empty homes, then leave doors but not bodies to creak.You are his target practice.He squints as you run,
Love
A four letter word that we say to one another.
We make it, give it, or take it from one another.
God's greatest commandment was Love.
So why do we abuse it?
Tongue-tied with fraying ends,The words sputter out like exhaustBlackening my vision and muddling my thoughts.Lost in translationI cannot speak coherently in front of…Of anyone really.
Shades and fractals of brown in her eyes, like the innermost part of a tree. To me, she’s like a teak tree. Strong and elegant.
It rained,It rained on my parade,I tried to stop it,The incessant drizzling,The floods from God,The tears from heaven,I tried to stop it,But I couldn't, so it rained.
This life is a blast,I just have to say,you just have to remember,to live for the day,don't think for tomorrow,it will come soon enough,sometimes they'll be easy,sometimes they'll be tough,
I want it to be heard by the mother to consumed in her own emotions
angry with the world
the step father forever in depression
just trying to make it through the day
I've always loved to write
ever since I was young
My paper understood me
no questions to be hung
Drawing letters with my ink pen
My story shouted, my story told
The turn of a familiar corner
Produces your unexpected face.
LIke a kiss from chaos,
Hope abandons me,
Ousted by the crippling fiends:
Shame and regret.
Our eyes briefly embrace,
I am that window-
The window that fogs when it gets too hot.
The window that breaks when too much pressure is applied.
I am that window you look through to see things you couldn't see up close.
This...
This is settling.
Sitting here with you
Staring at this static fuzz on the TV screen,
Listless, blank, and melancholy.
We gave up so long ago,
Love and hate, lies and fate. A line divides us through sex through race. No one should be angered for how people are made.
I should be able to walk down the street with my girlfriend.
I should be able to hold her hand without stares.
Why is there so much hate against us?
We didn't CHOOSE to love each other.
I bet you never knew how much pain you caused
I bet you didn't realize you helped build these walls
But now I'm trying to knock them down
Thank God you're not around
And to you I don't know what to say
There is a man quite dear to me
who I’ve known for many years.
He knows all of my feelings,
and understands my fears.
He lets me know what’s rational,
what’s within my expectations.
On the side of your head
And linked to your head
Giving the world a reason to be
Listening calmly for meaning and thought
Giving me something to teach and be taught.
It's evil in its pleasant ways but different on it's separate days.
It turns your mind into a maze, even if it's just a gaze.
to Whom it may concern,
these words on parchment
these pixels on screen
let them live on in your mind.
I hope you'll treat them kindly.
to Whom this poem is addressed,
I looked out my window and up at the sky.
I saw the stars gleaming in the night.
I looked carefully among the stars to find the different constellations,
A pen on paper
the near silent foot-fall as you walk
your heartbeat
a car drivingdown he road
I write to be heard,
days and nights
Even at my toughest times, like when my parents have their fights
I write because I am happy, I write when I am sad
I write for all generations, future, present and past
When I was fifteen, my parents separated
My mom told me before she told my dad
I was not shocked
I never felt love between them
Divorce was not a hard concept for me
I try to stand upright,
but I just keep falling.
I try to keep the blade away,
but I just keep bleeding.
I try not to puke,
but my throat is raw.
I try to care,
but I just can't.
Imagine
Sitting out in the dark
Yearning
that your future will be better than what is going on
Heroes
Prove that dreams can be achieved
Reality
Stops you from reaching the dream
Regrets
I swipe at my face as fresh tears run down and gather in salty pools.A low tide has hit me,
Tell me again about the time when skin went nude.
Our pores, satisfied with 80 degree sunshine and drowning in its glory.
I’d be peeling, and you’d know that I’d lived summer.
I want her to see my poems
I don't know who she could be
Maybe she's a he
I don't think it matters.
I want her to see that my soul is in tatters.
I want her to help me heal
I want her to make me feel.
There is a place in which I am from, a place beyond the hill,a place where broken bone and flesh is mended.I hail from the soft songs of desire that conspire to end,a place where broken bone will bend,
When you truly love someone, their heart is yours.
That one person is your other half.
You always have that spark
That can never pull you apart
through thick and thin.
Never ending sadness
That invades your mind
It drowns out all other thoughts
Unknowing of what's wrong
But all you can do is cry
A never ending stream of tears
Words on paper,
For everyone to see.
Letters with soul,
For all to define.
They are you,
With velvet softness,
Gentle sounds,
And complex meanings.
They are me,
A man walked into a room (yes, it starts like a bad joke) and showed me a thousand pictures.
This world is not my home
These people I walk among
Dream out loud
Defining themselves by what they dream
I am strong
I've been strong for a while,
Like a warrior; pretending I was Mulan with darker skin
Because back then,
the kids loved to play pretend and I was solid.
I do not like to ask for help.
I value inner strength above
nearly
all else.
But I cannot do everything on my own.
I cannot keep all my thoughts in my head.
They cannot stay there
Welcome
When we enter this world, it’s the first word we hear
Though it may seem simple, its meaning’s not clear
“Of course it is!”
You will say
Hate
a power so evil
it can kill an entire race.
Hate
the darkest of forces mankind has ever created.
Hate
If it doesn't take your life
it will take your soul.
Hate
I lie in silence, listening, searching,
for the beat of my heart and find it,
pumping and beating, pushing the blood through my body.
Allowing me to thrive and feel,
moving on till the clock reaches zero.
Standing high upon the stage
Looking
At a million different people
Standing barefooted in the carpet
Looking
At my face in the mirror
Standing high upon the stage
Speaking
I was once a rock
I did not know much about things
so it didn’t hurt me
I was strong, brave, and courageous
because I wasn’t afraid of the world
but now I am
All the hurtful words,
Dad,
I want you to come to my graduation.
Where the sun will be hot,
The bleachers searing and,
Parents fidget as they wait for a familiar name.
I want you there.
To see how far I've come,
I write these words for you,
I write these words so that you might see
that you are in the heart of these verses I write
Not only do I wish for you to understand me,
but I wish for you to be happy for me.
My desires are ony truley met when I forget about myself.
I don't mean to come across as sefish,but pease understan this:
People ask why I'm terrified of snakes, never touching them,
Why I will never be too close to them, so I tell them why.
"One through ten,"
"Bring a black pen,"
Class flirt and Class clown,
Watch your step so you don't fall down,
Morning bell and Friday night band,
"Your turn to stand,"
Your eyes are glazed with sleep,
Like grass as the sun begins its' ascent
Into the sky above us.
There is no time,
No other souls, nothing,
Nothing but you and me.
I thought about you today
Your loving embrace
The way you smelled
All of the fun we used to have
I thought about your smile;
Soft tone
Lost and alone
Breakin' the rules
Avoidin' the pools
Play my game
Won't be the same
Parade around
Hear the sound
Of my hear beating
Breaking, up and shaking
I just need time to think
Do I not love fun?
That seems to be the word
Fun
They’re all fun-loving
“I’m just your average fun-loving girl” she says
And her
Why do I still fear;
That oppressive being when he’s not even here?
I think I’m mad watching my back
Following the old rules without slack
All I’ve got is fragments,
Accumulated over time spent
Doing too much thinking;
Pithy, useless, little thoughts about
Bad habits, terrible events, sadness, and well-known injustices,
You gave me your heart
without blinking once.
I took it passively
And I suppose I have
A screwed responsibility
to keep it beating.
But I'm falling,
falling off a cliff.
We don't talk about how I cried myself to sleep for months
We don't talk about how I didn't want to live any more
We don't talk about how I couldn't have children
Teen dating violence is not to be silenced, it happens more than you think, it is a powerful cycle that needs to be broken, healthy relationships and positive communication
People say that
drunken words
are
sober thoughts.
They say when people drink,
they release all inhibitions,
and the
words flow
from their mouth
almost
as smoothly
When we first met, you were just the next in line. I already had someone; someone better. Someone who got there first.
And I could never call you Dad.
Can I still be heard?
Being the white girl with parents still married, a car, a job, and endless opportunities?
Can I still be broken?
You told me you were going to do something, but it wasn't done.
You told me you were going to teach me how to speak anothe language, I wasn't taught.
I didn't ask you to come into my life,Yet here you are.Looking for someone to wreck,You found me.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw youBreak down the door.
I am a bully because my individuality never mattered.
I will magnify your insecurities because mine were read out loud
and suddenly, the glass broke.
your tinted windows fell away
and I finally saw behind the veil.
your wall crumbled,
your shell cracked,
and I could see the skeletons in your closet.
Inspiration is the fuel for creation.
Movement is the too with which you craft your thoughts.
It drove her mad.
To lunacy occasionally, when occasionally meant most days. She did not
know how to remove it.
Blue eyes are bluer just before they cry
It doesn't matter how hard I try
there will never be a flare
with a girl who has no hair.
No matter what I do or say
People always take it the wrong way.
They never listen to my words, to my heart
So I scream inside of my art.
I write like it's the only way I can talk
Dancing SnowWhirling and dancing, running in the wind,A dust storm in the winter, blowing pure and white.Sparkling and shining, floating 'cross the sky,
Have you ever heard those birds in the morning?
Early, when the sun is rising and they are clearly up way to soon,
And you wish you had soundproofing in your bedroom
I yell and I yell and beat on my chest.
But all that is on the inside. What you see outside is a man who speaks in whispers, at best.
The Unseen Man
Early in the night, the old driver carries along
Thinking not of his journey, but the only meaningful part of it
Thinking of his destination and his directive
Steps echo
Across concrete rough as sand.
Cries pound through air cold as ice.
I search for the source,
In darkness it lies.
Entering the bleak alley,
I am silence among mayhem.
Who are you?
Who are you, to hum aloud?
Who are you to pass us by
To grin like an equal, and say hi?
The definition of faith is seeing without believingYou trust and you pray hoping that he isn’t being misleadingYou can’t see with your eyes, but your heart opens up wide praying that
My entire life I fought a war;The struggle of weight and a healthy core.The kids were always as harsh as could be;They never understood what it was like to be me.
Here writing forward
A foreword for few
Backwords they're bleaching
Words back to debut
In a book full of puzzles
Muzzle not the writer
Lighter of fires
Buyers of drinks
I have liked you since the day we first met
I want to tell you but I don’t know how
Fearing rejection I can’t tell you yet
You never really noticed me til now
You put a smile on my face everyday
You were there for me from the start
We hold lots of memories in our heart
There was a time we did everything together
There was a time we said friends forever
Soon things started to change
I call their names,
But they can't here.
I'm standing right in fron of them,
Why can't they see me?
I'm screaming,
But there's no response.
I walk away,
And they don't notice.
Ding.
A mallet comes down on the railroad track.
Ding.
A bead of sweat travels down my forehead and rolls down my neck.
Ding.
Another stretch of railway is laid for people much richer than I.
Ding.
Many People have cravings in life.
I crave to be heard.
I crave to shout.
I crave to go outside and make a difference everyday.
I crave to be different and bold.
I crave to not waste a minute of my life.
There’s an herb, drug, machine for everything that needs help.But what about the moment I need help breathing during your questions?
I hope everybody reads this,
especially the teachers who gave up on me in school.
who told me i would be nothing,
Told me i had 1 purpose
and it involved sweat
and my back.
I couldn't step upon the shattered glass.
And confront the whispered sorrows.
My feet to fleet.
Ran until the morrow.
The crystal hounds gave chase.
And followed me to yesterday.
My dad said the only way I'll get into college is if I get scholarships
There are no miracles , no wishes , or any fancy tricks
You work hard for what you want
And never give up or in So I thought I'd try for a poem
She deserved brokenness
Like a caged bird
Deserves a key.
She took those shards of herself
And with them
She was set free.
She soared above
Breaking not so new news: a young Mexican boy was shot and killed by an older white male.
To be heard or not to be heard?
That is the question that is being asked.
To me the question doesn’t really matter at all.
To you that may sound absurd,
As if what I am telling you is masked.
This is my voice.
I use it for my ears,
not yours.
I don't care if you listen or don't
Like it or not.
I write for me not for judgement.
I am judged for everythin,
by everyone.
You were my supportt system behind everything I did, In your shadow of safety is where I hid.
Every step you amde, I made with you, there isn't anything for me you wouldn't do.
When the house shakes, the walls crumble. Then the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I'm surrounded by water. I can't see. I can't breathe. I can't think. Further, and further I sink.
Bottled up emotions
Wanting to be heard
It takes a lot of strength
To keep things under control
How much longer will this last?
Before the jar explodes?
It might be a day
Will they love me
When they see that I am not perfect?
Will they care for me
When they see that I don’t believe in God?
Will they hate me
When they find out that I am gay?
Will they love me?
Life is a series of random events.
Sometimes these events tilt in your favor,
While others unravel against you.
It's never told who will get what, when, and why...
That's is left for you to find out in due time.
I used to believe in the permanence of a dream,
But then all we left were untraceable footprints in crestfallen snow.
We had asked what people would think of these,
Give me a chance
Let me breathe
You’re treating me like I’m the enemy
Sticks and stones are only temporary
But the words of your mouth are stitched to my heart
A broken ship will sink
Please listen,
there are things in this world that you don't understand,
the voice in my head,
the pain in your hands.
Please open your eyes,
the things here are real,
Dear Model Minority Stereotype,Why must I abuse my healthcontinuously, clawing, gnawing, eroding my
Writing poetry is a way to stay alive
After bein murdered day in and day out
Working, loving, and fighting are all just ways we die each day
Poetry is like a tourniqite to stop bleeding
Lady Lune hear my tune
Every gracious thing I say, is for you
Whether its enjoying the weather or, how do you do
Trying to break awkward, so terse
My heart trembles and quivers.
Happy memories file up to the surface of black ocean water
Where is my island of paradise?
As I slowly drown in all my doubts and negativity,
I wish I could have met you.
I wish I could have held you in my feeble, three-year-old arms and felt the pure terror that I might break you.
Her mind wanders off into a zone of its own.
Imagining how life could be different, yet tired of it all.
Unbreakable Woman
Words help make me, they do not shake me.
Challenges come to me, but they do not defeat me.
Pain enters my life, but it does not rule my life.
I am not the way I used to beI am stronger and wiser as you can see;Remember my words, my father saidAs he cradled me up and laid me to bed;
She’s 16 and sad,
But in love all the same.
He walked into her life,
And with him, violence came.
First it was smiles,
And a love confession.
But the jealousy and control,
sometimes I wonder exactly where I'm going or what I'm doing or even will I be here tomorrow there's no promise and that scares me so bad and that one time I fell in front of all of my friends and they laughed and why am I so stupid they were ter
Alone, broken, ashamed
This is how you left me
Absolute, strong, proud
This is how I remade me
For I will not be cast aside
And I will not be thrown away
I am not to be walked on
I don’t want kids.
The Smiles that are oblivious to pain,
The Laughter that can break the most awkward of silences,
The Unconditional love in their sleepy eyes as you rock them to sleep grateful to be close to you.
No soap box for me just poetry.
I'm not preaching I'm thinking out loud.
I'm standing my ground.
Instead of hiding.
Tried to unite but people's hate for me.
Makes me divide myself from adversaries.
Saddened self harmers,
Battling bulimics,
Angsty anorexics,
Isolated insomniacs,
Scared schizophrenics,
Lonely lesbians,
Gloomy gays,
Battling bisexuals,
Troubled transexuals,
Living in hell is living with you my love. I am living in hell thanks to you. Loving you, and patiently waiting for the right time to see you, and finally seeing how that moment vanish from my... our hands and my... our wait.
Listen
rasicim insercurities stereotypes
all so common but all of it bites
no change no shift
but who going to change
especaily when we live in a world where everything that is taught is sane
Only seventeen years old, "a whole life ahead of me"
Stress surrounds me like a cage, won't let me free
Not how it's supposed to be
Childhood's almost over; left with only a few decent memories
You were my brother
We were supposed to look after one another
You shattered that trust
When you turned sibing love into lust
No words can ever explain what you did to me
How you forced me to my knees
Door slams
Hearing a stumble
I open my door
Peer down the stairs
My father glimpse up
Red-blood-shot eyes
The smell of booze filters up
I slam my door shot
Feeling empty
expressionless face
it's blank
no... I look angry
I don't even know how to feel
a warm hand touches mine
I pull away
why do I pull away
suddenly I smile
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Innocence is a trait lost so young these days
It can be lost in so many ways
I was there the day you first entered the world
And I laughed as my fingers you twirled
As I sit in this room I feel my problems rushing towards me; hoping to consume me. I know I won’t be able to out run them, so I let them come.
Someone once told me: " Leave abstract words to the politicians and religious figures to fatigue."
What I have gotten from that:
Abstract words are a waste of time.
Cocooned.
Trapped
in lucid pristine existence.
Sheltered,
Hidden,
from troublesome reality.
Delicate wings,
You stretch them to fly,
but ensnared by the inexperience,
Looking in the mirror and think of shame.
Shame, Same, Shame.
The name fits.
What is wrong with you shame!
Reflecting back, I suppose I recon you.
By the way your eyes are penetrating through mine.
I love your every being
Every molecule, every cell
that makes up the body holding me.
You know every mark on my body
The one and only spot that tickles
The little joys in my life that keep me alive.
You don't understand
Depression is my friend and enemy
That lives in my head and vacations
on my shoulders.
I wish I could get better
but depression eats your optimisim
for breakfast
Walking down a narrow path I dont know where it goes
But where ever it leads I just hope there is no snow
Cuz I dont want to slip up and ruin the things bestowed
To this young little toad bearing this massive load
My mind is curious yet all knowing,
it jumps over obstacles like skyscrapers,
falls but all ways lands on it's feet,
puzzling but never out of place.
Science alone cannot grasp the mind,
I feel it moving inside of me
My mistake, my blessing, my baby
I wonder if it knows how I feel
If it can feel all of my fear
I should have known better they say
It was all my fault they say
I'm sinking, sinking deeper into this hole.
so dark, so lonely.
I can feel it consuming me with sadness.
Gasping, I gasp for air while this feeling slowly suffocates me.
longing for the day it will come to an end, anxiously waiting while in dispair.
Football is magnific,
enjoyed by many, first sport I cheered too!
Humbles in defeat, trumpets in glory,
for every loser a winner, first sport I ever won!
Football is fun that weighs a ton,
And what exactly do I do?
I’ve played the game to it's extent
And know the plays to their purest form,
But now I am left defenseless,
Or offense-less in this case.
There is no deception,
I see how you move,
dancing and throbbing like you know
what it is you go on about.
Throwing around these three words
like its glitzy and glamorous.
And I sit with you,
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.
I found him on my couch this morn,
I'd let him in to beat the cold.
I gave him bread, I gave him bed,
He thanked me in the morning.
I found him in a jail this morn,
I'll visit him in two days time.
Who's to blame?
When you don't speak up?
Insecurity comes from within
But no one on the outside can conquer it
But You.
Yet you refuse to love yourself
You expect others to love and repect you.
You are a crushing wave,
You are a hurricane,
Of mercy and love.
You are the call we've made,
I see you with your cuts and bruises and scrapesA unique personOne who laughs and smiles and comfortable in their skinTo love one who is so different or exactly like youIn you i don't see imperfection
it's not a queston of what makes you think
it's what you choose to think about
thoughts get pushed from the mind
abandoned lost neglected
wishing they were the thoughts that stuck
Allow me
to walk upon myself
as if I do not exist.
Allow me to rearrange
all my morals and myths.
Please, oh please,
I beg of thee,
pick me.
Why write,
for a illegitamite cause,
causing me to formulate
and conjugate words for
somebody besides myself.
I have no ownership.
What do I own?
besides a random drawing
When I write, I write for you. I write hours upon hours to try and get your attention, like someone trying to make it in Hollywood.
How do you show people who you are as a person? Sounds stupid, right? Wrong. You may know who you are but when someone asks "who are you?"; all we say is our name. That's not tellng them who you are as a person.
Trying not to think of you is like trying not to stumble while walking blind folded. Thoughts of you soaking up the left side of my brain. Crazy how a person can be so mentally beautiful. Believing every word you say, like lies don't exist.
Dear governor
I want to marry a girl.
I'm not quite sure of what type of girl
But I know that's what I want.
I know you have accommodations for people like me
Ten, a tender age where it all begin
my mother was struggling
we had no food, no power
We were waiting for the world to end
Nine back to back drug deals
after my uncle came
and introduced me
I write for you.
Old teacher,
Last year's best friend.
Rude classmate.
I write to prove you wrong.
I write for you.
Dead leaves.
Past summers.
Scarred best friend.
I was too young to understand, what God had in store
I had never experienced, such pain before
He snatched you from this earth, in what fett like minutes
A true bond taken away, and we had just began it
How many campaigns
Are for everlasting peace?
How many wars
were meant for long term peace?
How many soldiers
died for the promise of peace?
How many politicians and world leaders
Prey
Loin are very fierce and powerful, they creep up to their pray, they are like thieves in the dark, you never know when the lion will come.
Tears of sorrow a mother won't let you see them.
She had you so she'll take care of you,
also try to be your lawyer in a court room.
When I look in the mirrors I see a girl so broken.
Her eye's tell a different story from her smile.
Her lips utter words that can't be heard...
Behind closed doors as I look at the reflection staring back at me..
In shadows ever waking,
Beads of fear fall.
Until it is mine for the taking,
I wont be walking tall.
Cowering behind the screen,
of light and empty words.
Courage, what does it mean?
Thoughts squirm
They echoe and scream within my eardrums.
Yet I am deserted
"Shout" they order
This is a duel I never to win.
"You're just a kid!"
This wasn't for me,
I did this for you.
Each cut and each bruise,
And every beating in between.
No food,
Just water,
Day by day.
and there goes the weight.
Hear ye, Hear ye
All who will listen
Any who care
Hear me, Hear me
Come around, Come around
I have something to say
If you want to know
Stick around, Stick around
I want you to hear the truth about me
The truth is I don't believe
I don't believe someone loved me so much that he was willing to give up his flesh and blood
I don't believe in divine creation
I don't know what's wrong with me,I don't know what's going on.It's like everytime I turn around,My heart sings this song.
To have faith is to defy logic.
It takes faith to think positive.
It takes faith to believe that there's a Creator
Some would say that their life is better than ours;
some would say our life values more than their own.
What is your definition of life?
Why?
The question I have is why?
The sensation of pleasure is so tempting
and temptation is so craving
A man can take what he wants and be called a man
but when a woman- a sensual, intellectual woman does
America is the greatest, our striped banners large and soaring, towering over a
Have you ever looked at the sky and wondered what does the world have in store for me?
Well that’s the story of my life
Attention Deficit All Alone
(ADAA)
By Derick Gentner
The crumple of paper in the hall, a pen hitting the floor,
Subliminal emotions that we feel blind our eyes with different shades of grey till we can no longer see reality, and what it was, what it is, and what it could be.
I see to many people think that a mental disease can be fixed easily or that it's a joke. Depression, axiety, eating disorders are something we cannot just walk away from.
Life goes on without us,
No matter how it happened
Take your eyes off the world,
It slips through your fingers,
You're left behind again
So keep your head held high,
No matter how you try
You speak of pain
As if you know
How the sun feels
When she is no longer
Needed.
As oceans hold and keep the lives of fish,
The Father holds our pneuma in his hand.
All waves resound His wonders as they swish,
And bow before Him as they reach the sand.
Dear little boy who sleeps in my doorstepEvery day you see me with a smile when I on walk pass you the streetYou call me Miss HappyYou wish my world was yoursLittle that you know, I was dying insideFor you
I don't remember who I used to be,
but I know who I am now.
A combination of things
I am my additions
I am my disorders
I am the side effects of my medications.
Why?
My life feels so unimportant
Everytime,
I look at scholarships,
They ask me to write aout my accompishments
I remember I haven't done anything
Everytime,
Thighs is a fat word
The i is dotted with cellulite
And the g curls around to cup my ass
My thighs have no gap
My thighs touch unless he is pushing them apart
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
One can cause glass to shatter, but it doesn't really matterIt's replaceable.A heart, that's another story.
The sky was frozen white with the threat of precipitation
And the mountains sat with their backs to the world
Only the evergreens remembered color
Nothing else dared to be contrast.
I know you are scaredHurt and unhappy.But you don’t have to be—Not another week, not another day.I will still call you my sister, no matterHow hard you try to push me away.I will still come back running
It will be difficult for a woman in the leadership world
I don’t believe
Women will be treated with respect
From now and forever
men will be in power
no longer will
women have a chance
Everday you make fun of me
We go at it and we yell
Then you say your sorry and you meant well
I forgive you cause you are my dad
You call me fat and ugly
Then tell me I'm pretty
We take a step forward, by foot
And reach for what we want, by hand
When we want to be heard, we speak
I cannot move forward
I cannot grasp what I want
I am voiceless
Dear friend,
I see you
From afar
With a dull expression
Carved on your face
You seem
Depressed somehow.
Your heart
That you wore on your sleeve
It’s been ripped.
Screaming.
That is what I hear.
Deep on the inside,
where nobody else can see.
None of them know what is on
the inside of me.
Tears.
They wet my pillow at night.
I take care of 7 kids
but I don't have a child of my own.
At age 18, I am a mother.
I supply a heart and a home.
Sometimes the things that make us tick
Are the things that make us sick
Not sick as in death
But as in stress
Everybody has those feelings were they wanna rage
I never thought I'd hate something as much as you
You take away the good people from the world
You make them want you more then anything or anyone else
Those with hard enough lives you make worse
There is a change.
All I can do is think about the change.
It is on my mind all of the time.
I wonder if it will be worth my time.
They tell me my future depends on it.
In the middle of the night
I said let us die to make men free.
You think you’ve lost the fight
But you still don’t like to leave
Before the end of the movie.
But careful child,
I fell hard.
She thought Death would look like a cloaked man with a sickle
With his hood pulled up so she couldn't see his face
Or maybe like a slick man in a crisp suit
Anarchy is mistaken for freedom.
Decisions no longer involve wisdom.
Two sides are pitted against each other.
No one will agree with one another.
Understanding is known as old-fashioned.
Music is the rhythm of life
The beat of you heart
The definition of your emotions
The poetry of dance
The making of feelings
The escape of insecurities
The inner thoughts of a whole different world
A dream thats lost means that all hope is gone
A dream thats found means that courage is back on
Things that you follow means nothing at all
Its until then that you realize to go for a chance
Someday when I am sixty-three or four,
I want to look back on my life and say,
“The things I did just cannot be ignored.
Forget about them? No, there is no way.
I wrote a song and got a crowd to sing.
When god set this whole thing in motion
He made a ball of emotion
Then we were formed
Then the earth was swarmed
We are made of skin
That holds everything in
Except everything that we feel
I write poems not for the glory,
not for recognition.
It's because I have a story
that I need to tell myself.
To let myself know
if It is not real on earth,
It is alive in my mind, though
My Resolve is leakin out bullets
and it revolves so must be hand ammunition
I seem to have a trigger condition
POP.
Says resolve to the night
His voice rings out across sidewalks and dimmed lights
I used up ever metaphor
My measly brain could muster
To tell her that she's pretty cute
And that I really love her
Does it matter that we've never kissed
And that I've rarely touched her
If you look to your feet,
You will see a large sight,
This you might not know ,
But don't let it give you a fright.
For if you look to your feet,
When I was younger...
I thought there was something wrong with me.
As i grew older, I realizedI was just crazy
You didn't believe me
thought I was overreacting
Then I told you that you were crazy too
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Always under the stars but never thinking about them, unless you count the way the blinking light on the phone lights up my whole room but mostly by heart when I somehow cross your star struck mind.
My lungs are burning
And it's not because they can't get air
It's because they don't want to anyomre
They're tired of my intercostal muscles expanding and contracting
My dyaphram working without my consent
I write for the words,
for the thrill of letters pouring onto the page,
the power of creation,
of formation.
I cry but no one hears me
they are to focused on her
I scream and they silence me
they are to focused on her
I do great things
my accomplishments go unnoticed
they are to focused on her
"If I were to commit suicide," she wrote
In the pain of the night
"Then this would be my suicide note."
And her writing gave her light:
They say if you have thoughts of suicide you should talk to someone, right?
one day when all has been made dust
shattered into oblivion
destroyed in rubble and ash
we will be no more.
i will not remember you,
and you will have bones in your
blood and guts in your skin.
This is the life of a young child damaged by the system
where they will stop at nothing to see you in the prison
The Past dictates my future;
It controls me.
It devours my dreams,
Takes my mother,
Takes my brother,
And leaves me alone.
It eats me alive.
Why did you disappear in the mist?
You left without saying goodbye.
Did you realize how much you’d be missed?
You created those scars on your wrists.
You believed life was a lie.
I see you
That scared little girl hiding her emotions from the masses
I see a girl who uses a tough facade as a sheild from the hail of raining bullets we call whispers
A hundred handshakes. Two hundred random smiles.
"Thank you." "You're too kind."
The mantras of my religion.
Of suits and ties. Posture and teeth.
Fids are screaming from their cage,
I just need to finish what's on the page,
Whether it's just homework,
Or a to list,
Know that I am sage,
What I have to say truly matters.
You looked at me the way every girl wants to be looked at
but you also looked at every other girl the same way.
You told me you loved me
but you also told every other girl the same thing.
Bright eyes
Hide the past
Bright smiles
Hide the truth
Where kind hearts
Hide the pain of it all
While sturdy souls
Keep it intact
Broken once
Now healed
Passion rising
What a world we live in
The things I see
Everything is hard
The struggles we meet
Nothing is easy as my parents would say
"Rhymes." you whispered, "Write me rhymes...
There's no other good kind of poetry."
It's amazing how little you see when you look.
Poetry isn't simply words on paper.
It isn't just thoughts from someone's head.
When I write, I write to you,
making you think how I feel,
making you feel what makes me happy,
making you feel what I hate,
When I write, I write to you,
you get to listen,
you get to think,
Can you hear me now people everywhere I have something important to say so right about now everyone today can
Heart on my sleeve,
I am vulnerable as can be.
Take me as I am,
For this is me.
I won’t run,
I wont hide,
To myself I have never lied.
Use me,
Spend me,
I’m happy as can be.
Do they not hear me?
Or do they all choose to not listen?
When I reach out to anyone for help, understanding, compainionship
But am heard by nobody.
They don't hear the words I spoke, but now they listen
Speak a word, say something,
It never comes back, you can never take it back.
All we say is for all to hear, everything is for other's ears.
Out loud, in pen, our words are power
Keep pushing, run
Keep that chin high
It's okay to be the only one
All you have to do is try
Keep that chin high
Lose that extra weight
In the midst of the chaos,
the high mountains of papers and novels and textbooks
I sit.
And wait.
My heart says it cannot be worse
but my mind says it can.
I could be an anglerfish.
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But you pushed me to my limit
And I didn't know how to react
So that focused me to push you away
Two wrongs don't make a right
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But you pushed me to my limit
And I didn't know how to react
So that focused me to push you away
Two wrongs don't make a right
Silence is a paradox.
Actions sounds louder than words,
but words create worlds without making a sound.
Have you ever read a book?
turning the page sounds louder than the story
And I am thinking about how I have to be afraid to be a woman
(when I am as powerful as any man).
What I wouldn't give to be heard. The people that surround me treat me like a bird.
Yes I can fly and chirp, but all that will never be what they're worth.
Just because I am a woman
does not mean I will not fight.
The inside of my thighs are curved
and speckled with little tiger marks.
They are mountains seen from above,
they are the nature within me.
Do you remember the time
That we made “coffee” out of mud in the little playhouse
Or the time we went to the theatre
And you had never gone before?
I write for myself.
There is nothing I like better then to throw myself out of reality, to get lost in the music of my mind.
I just have to realize,
you have no ratoinal thought.
I just have to realize,
you've learned what you've been taught.
Your lies flow out of your mouth,
like water in a stream.
I wear a thick sweater in this COLD world.
Using smoking as ventilation,
To rid all the intoxication,
Help make my world come to a halt.
Solid, you held me when I fought.
Even when all is deemed my fault,
keep the world whole when it seems wrought.
And though taken with a grain of salt,
I suppose your sun rises
When your heart first beats
Not when you first breathe
When your heart first beats
In this day is your life
In this day your sun shines
In this day,
I write to inspire
others
to reach higher
I write to release
the tension
and reach peace
I write up to the skies
and the depths below
I write to cheer myself up
when I'm feeling low
Money is power.
That's what I've been raised to believe.
Once you have money, anything is possible.
But that is not the truth.
Knowledge is power.
Knowledge will take you places.
Keep running things back in the same rhythm
I know you're dizzy, but have you had enough already?
My father is a loving and caring man
As a young girl he always held my hand
One day everything changed for the worse
Though he wasn’t taken away in a herse
I raise my voice because I once kept secrets.
I write for the little girls, the teen girls who keep secrets too
And for the grown who have the young girl inside of her
Crying
I looked up to you
You had always been there for me since the day we met
You protected me from the demons in the world
You could do no wrong
You would think your words are enough to communicate
Electric flow through those lines should be of high rate
You can't change the world this way
You can't help anyone
Stop talking as though the world is working against you
The only one against you is yourself
You think I'm shallow
A product of my consumerist life
They say first love is the strongest,
But after all I've seen
I still cannot believe young love
Is the real, genuine thing.
Couples hiding in corners
Or sitting in the park,
Valentines day is supposed to be a happy day
or so they say
I'd rather be doing math all day
Pinks and rosey reds
colors start to blend
As the sun sets over the lake,
A fish skillfully soars out of the water
To return again to the depths soundlessly.
I pour my heart out to you
I show you every intricate detail of my feelings.
I spare not a single experience.
You see me with a tear in my eye, and you ask me
Why does she get to you so bad?
I bleed you out of me through words
But without once articulating with tongue on teeth.
Like a ragdoll I sat in your toybox too long
collecting dust
and only missed when you remember that I was used
Patience is something I seem to be lacking and it's about time I tried to gain some,
When things take too long I immediately become irritated and show how upset it makes me,
I've been waiting for a while but I found out that this is my moment,
No more stalling because I have become my own opponent,
Bearing myself up striving to achieve perfection,
Life is constantly going at a rate we cannot control,
The nation's youth are dying and a gang banger is selling his soul,
If this was my time continuum I would put time on hold,
Trapped in this endless circle of you're in then you're out,
Silly little woman plotting ways to find out what true love is really about,
She doubts herself while thinking she's the perfect woman for you,
What is seen on the screen can ruin a life,
Ruin a marriage because some man slept with a married man's wife,
The fads, the lies, and even the facts make for a good story,
I never realized how
this could be a snowball effect.
It felt as if,
everything was tearing apart.
Then I realized,
in that moment of time,
everything was falling together.
I never realized how
this could be a snowball effect.
It felt as if,
everything was tearing apart.
Then I realized,
in that moment of time,
everything was falling together.
Some people make lists.
Some people knit.
My friend, Mary,
She liked to garden.
Some people bake.
Some people paint.
Some people fuck like rabbits.
I write.
I love you and I always will
Even when you hurt me
I'll still love you
Make me cry all you want
But I'll never stop loving you
Batter my heart
And wound my soul
I'll still love you
I see the world in shades of grey
On the surface of it
A hypocritical, superficial environment
Music is the contagious flu,
Spreading from one to another…
No mercy, no holding back, no retreating.
Music is like an oil spill,
Spreading to every crevice.
Crevices in the deepest, darkest of waters,
The pit pattering of heart stills
Earth stops, water spills
Thinking of ourselves as nothing?
Passionately desiring for something
Others forever against us
Not wanting to hold us or defend us
Normal
It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in
But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans
With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
If only for a moment
Consider me
Know that I am here and that I care for you immensely.
Know that you can tell me anything
It shall be locked away within
For only I can see the truth
Can a broken person truly help broken people or is that merely a fictional facade we blind ourselves with so that we may feel more security within ourselves?
A simple circle
Connected perfectly in unison with the beast to the front and back
A small peddle
When added pressure becomes too much
It hisses and screams
Only to ignite a flame
Behind your eyes forever lies
A wild array of fireflies
That flutter through my mind’s long nights
That slow me down and wrong my rights
The way you smirked and touched your hair
She doesn't discriminate against age, sex, or
race , 4 million in her evil clutches, she and
her minions are taking over our children's minds
leaving trails of broken down bodies,
Walking down the aisle,
Two families uniting to one.
The church is silent
The "I do's" are said.
The wedding continues,
The pouring of the sands.
Everyone is crying
Not a dry eye in the place.
I wish I could go back,
to the times when my biggest worry,
was how to tie my shoes,
and whether I wanted chocolate vanilla.
I wish I could go back,
to the place where my biggest mistakes
I am alone
Every day I sit
At the edge of my home
and I whisper to the abyss
Later I return
Hoping to hear
A whisper clear
From the Abyss
1 cut
2 cut
3 cut
4…
I drop my metal savior to the floor…
My body turns cold and now I cry…
Because I know I made a mistake and now I’m dying…
My hands turn blue and my face is numb..
little toad what do you see?i see love hate and apathy;i see cristians jews and athiestsi see fools of sorts who go off to war.but dont know what they are fighting for.
Won’t you listen?
Do not ask my name,
For that was not my question.
Heed my words and my message.
Both of you,
All of you,
Every one of you.
The world is crumbling,
The sun may rise
And set
The day goes on
Until another day is met
Stars you see
Are there to stay
Till it is time to drift away
An unknown oasis
To leave a message in a bottle
Amidst the sands of time
Sitting open to observers
On the beachs of eternity
unharassed by the waves of years.
To build a great tower
Of outlasting beauty
Can you hear me?
The one who is supposed to care for me though all that I do.
Can you hear me?
For if the people were to come together,
And love from their hearts the hearts of others,
There would be no strife in our life, only gain
Without pain if the world lived this way.
My time will come
When I break free from this pressure
When I grab the chance to shine
When I find my peace
I was already broken when you found me,
A soft spoken girl who forgot who I could be.
Not a choice that I made, but one thrust upon me,
Take a look.
What do you see?
Lttle light skin me.
Irrelevant much? Not exactly.
And don't worry.
You don't have to keep listening,
Unless you find this interesting.
Soft spoken curly haired girl
You've been quiet for so long
That you always second guess your decision
Labeling them as wrong
It all started when you were a child
Death is merely a thought.
It may be unpleasant,
It may be sweet.
It is up to th being.
Death may be the end,
Or the begnning.
We willnot know until,
Death.
Oh, to be heard when I speak these broken words
Please don't let them fall on deaf ears
Respect has been lost in this world we now live in
Babies being born to an oversexed nation
I hear all the time,
"Get your life together, Courtney."
"You have to focus on college, Courtney."
They never ask why I'm acting this way,
or what my jumbled mind is thinking.
In the dark shadows of the night
I cry for light
All i can see is you
You falling out of my grip too
You've vanished away from sight
You took her out, like you said
Now soon to be wed
Look up to the stars,
They will show you where to go.
Let them take you there,
To the edge of your world,
Where all your fears are shown and all your hopes are destroyed,
Come home and then you will know.
When I write, I write because I choose to,
When I cry I cry be I’m supposed to,
When I die inside it’s because of you.
Always telling me you’re so proud,
Then I mess up and you draw a crowd,
To sound your voice in a thousand places,To sing your song in a hundred spaces,To unknown, familiar, and numerous faces;why?
Dear to bear witness
To this lifes sickness
And the grutus way
Mankind gets this
We are born free
Yet born to just die
Ur first freedom slipped so quickly
Gods beautiful creation
I’d forgotten how to breathe without you, my lung crutchMy shiny exotic lung crutchMany gazed upon us greenly,and you fit so well
Who knows who will hear me when I write a YoutTube comment, even though when I do it is rare. I hope my word is seen because lord knows I only do it because I care. I only do it for the sole purpose of just being aware.
First and foremost children deserve love, in fact they need it to survive, children deserve the world, for they had no choice in becoming alive.
Verse 1 Only:
Sleepin while we're walkin but now we ain't stoppin/
Culture be always changing but God stays solid/
People be croppin the picture they dissolvin/
Forget about absolute we want our own option/
Be loud. Be confident. Whats better than being so predominate? Be free, carefree. Try risks bigger than the sea. Be bold. Be kind. Mark the times you thought you would never find.
Who do I want to be heard by?
The answer is clear
All those boys,
All those girls,
Who don't get toys,
When Christmas unfurls.
Because they are too poor,
I’m remembering everything backwards;
It’s making it hard to get home
The lines all get reversed, and
The players don’t know who they’re playing.
This is the place where all the kids come out to play...when it's real late and no one knows their names. Playing more than video games.
Sing to the song of moonlight and dreams,
Where magic and monsters run free.
If you are a child, you understand.
And I know that I'm not crazy.
Call to the children who listen well,
We wear the mask that laughs and lies, Never does it expose our cries nor sighs;- We hide our torn up hearts behind the guile mask, Assuring that we are fine without ask; Deceiving people in believing our lies.Never should the world speculate ot
Early one Tuesday morning in 1996,
their one and only child arrived.
On November 5th, Avis and Robert Hughley were blessed with a son, Robert Hughley, Jr.
Time slows down as I watch the world turnI watch everyone else be happy and for that I yearnThe kind of happiness where your heart starts to burnA feeling that many still have yet to learn
Life only favors the richWorking hard till deathWill we ever stop to restSeeing the rich enjoy lifeThe poor watch with doleful eyes
Call my name, I’ll struggle to hear your voice.
Repeat after me: “This is it, this is…”
Ev’ry day, I pray this is not my choice.
And if only I could, I’d make it his.
As the music plays, the only way to feel again is let love in. Can't you see it? Smiles contagiously shine. Ecstatic bliss overwhelms hearts. Consciences brighten with what is right. The color yellow glistens on the faces of the world.
I wanted to watch that new movie.
They had just watched it.
I was uninvited.
It was his birthday dinner at a restaurant.
I found out the day after.
I was uninvited.
They hung out at her house
What happens when the girl you always thought was a good girl is out there cutting herself for attention
hating herself for not being good enough for that one guy
starving herself because her dad jokes about her being fat
A pretty smile
With creativity
And discipline
You have yet to see me
A person with sensibility
Coaxed in concentration and diligence
You have yet to see me
Natural born talent
The color of the night time sky
Deep and never ending
The color of sun kissed skin
The color of many people manifested and bound by pain
Black the color of pupils which help connect
You to a person's being
It starts off innocently
Well, at least for most
Light laughter and easy eyes
I almost let go — almost
I tend to overthink
I WANT YOU TO HEAR ME.
I want you to listen:
I can't be what you want me to be.
I tried. I did! I changed for you.
But I want to be happy with MYSELF, too.
Sometimes, I find myself at a loss for words.
My family and friends always jokingly feign surprise,
That the one who always has to have the last word,
The one with the vocabulary of a thesaurus,
For you guide me and keep watch. You love and never stop, never turn me away never sway for you are my rock on wich I rest my head.
Sometimes I just want to be heard,
E'en though I'm small, my voice not loud.
I tend to blend, be out of sight,
Hid to the side, out in the crowd.
But times there are when I need voice-
One step forward
Two steps back
It never goes away.
On the way, I plan it out
I know what to say
How to answer
How to act.
But then I walk into the room
Do you hear me out there,
5000 miles away
It has been so long since I have felt at home, and I am missing you terribly
You see, my love, 5000 miles is a lot of time to forget the happiness and the bliss
I can't help but look at the beautiful things around me and feel like something's missing. I see a big home, wonderful treasures, and glamourous sentiments.
Amazing.
I find the things people do amazing
They have the courage to not speak up about the fact that
They themselves should be the person
To console the hurt,
Based upon their
Neutrality.
You surround me like a carbon gas,
Choking the life out of me.
I twist and turn,
I try to escape,
But the beautiful gas is vicious.
There is a river inside of me,
It always flows, impossibly deep
As it holds all I can be
My dreams, my passions, memories
The water is cold;
It chills my bones
No one knows where it flows,
Once, on a yellow piece of paper with green lines,
he wrote a poem,
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of his dog,
And that's what it was all about.
His teacher gave him an A
We sit in rows, prepared for shipment.
Resting in a box that may or may not contain us
May or may not restrain us
May or may not be suited for our needs.
The machinery chugs and it’s too loud
Remember when I was the one who finally asked you on a date?
Boy, I know you remember those memories we shared.
In the greatest strings of logic, and the most concise and thought out stretches of time, where do I stand?
Continuity,
Four, five, six, three,
When I die, are bones all that are left of me?
Immortal,
A haze of smoke hung thick through all the air;
The cries of dying men echoed 'round.
The light from booming cannons showed an eerie glare,
Twisted figures lay strewn upon the ground.
i would like to write you a list, going from insides to outsides.
i don’t know much about body parts, but:
your pink pancreas does not match the pink on your cheeks, so.
There are such lines to which I am confined.
They are invisible, yet tangible.
Strong, yet changeable.
These lines are here to limit:
To show the traits I truly exhibit.
Like a roller coaster, the future is unpredictableBumps in the path, small obstacles to overcomeTwists, turns, a quick changing of plansSudden drops, butterflies in your stomachThe future is a carnival
It’s insecurity at its peak.
Everything is taken to heart.
Every movement you make feels weak.
You slowly but surely fall apart.
You wither down to the tiniest shed of skin.
I have memories of past lives sewn inside my brain
They come rushing at me in the night like an oncoming train.
In between sleep and awake is where I most feel at home
I drown in my thoughts--
Racing through the paths of your own mind.Sometimes it's scary to explore your entire self.You're surprised to find what's hidden back there.The monsters, the ghouls, remind you of who you truly are.
My life has been nothing but, pain and misery the memories of the years that I was taunted still live on There an endless recollection of my pain that I suffered everyday that they taunted me they lowered my self-confidence that when I perform or
If I saw them on the street, I wouldn’t recognize their faces,
I wouldn’t know that they yearned for love, and wished for warm embraces.
I wouldn’t know that they feel empty inside, and long for something to fill it,
I am an individual; I stay strong even in the biggest storms, I stare darkness straight in the eyes and see only the light that will immerse me when it passes. My faith guides me toward hardships.
My heart sunk to my feet and I don't think there's enough
blood running through my body for me to even think.
Like a fool, I thought I could store the memories of you hidden in a box
locked away
deep,
Through the crowds, a rosy face appears
Shining, bright eyes, grinning from ear to ear.
She strides with poise, her steps are long
These consequences are the things we fear the most
The things that we will try to avoid
These consequences are the things that we will regret
Screams-
Silent but impassioned
Falling on deaf ears
Taking on forms that will never be experienced
LISTEN TO ME!
I want a concert ticket
I want it cheap off the streets
I want it to my favorite band
I want to go.
And no one can stop me.
I want to wear my favorite top
And my ripped skinny jeans
Scribble Scribble Scribble
that was my day
that was the good stuff
that was the bad stuff
Scribble Scribble Scribble
those are my hopes
those are my dreams
those are my goals
Everyone want to be different
abstract
unique
dare i saw it, hipster.
These people write,
these people are emotionally unstable,
these people are infamous for being damaged,
Sinful Rose, Sinful Rose,
Let free your thorns that want to bite,
I am that rose, Sinful Rose,
We..all...die.
The goal is not to live forever, it's to create something that will..
So ima create somethin that makes the time stand still..
See ima make that kid on the block turn around
