To Be Heard scholarship
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Would you notice, that If I gave you my love , would you save your love for me ? Would you cherish the delicate strength or would you let it slip away into anyone's port?
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.
Define the word "heard"
Do you wanna scream something?
Do you wanna shout something?
Or simply say something?
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
you are My stress-reliever,
my escape,
my addiction.
sometimes yoU start real slow,
like drip-drip from a faucet.
you pull me in close,
wrap your arms around me,
whiSper in my ear,
Your soul, once so pure white has been painted black by white powder. That prick that little ounce of pain is my pain.
You want to be heard, but the sound of society's critics shut you up
you hide your great thoughts and ideas behind that "nevermind"
Nevermind? When will you mind? When there is no one else to hear you?
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.
This city continues to be a whirlwind of vibrancy.
My thoughts are drenched with its very exsistence.
So, rightfully, my deptarture shall be grand.
May I stretch my legs and dance along the chiseled rooftops.
I'm running out of things to numb the pain,
I have nothing anymore and it's driving me insane.
People say life is too short to be alone,
But nobody wants me, didn't you know?
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
The voice that creeps from my pencil, that leaps from my keyboard, that spills from my pen
Is the voice that struggles a fight from within
Fighting to be heard. Fighting to be heard.
They're like the SunThey burn everyday,Facing unjustice, trials, they don't deserve to pay.
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
I wake up
In a lush, green field.
Flowers of every kind
Surround me.
I think, This can’t be real,
Speaking up for that person who has no voice or afraid to voice there thoughts. Uplifting a down and troubled spirit facing hardships. Also bringing strength to a hopeless joe who is use to dragging their feet with the floor.
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?
Girl
I cant stop myself from thinking about you
I cant even bring myself to talk to you
its kinda hard to concentrate too
your beautys so strong
its got me sick with the flu
I got sick from you
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
HOW DO I FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU
EVERY MOMENT A CONSTANT MEMORY
OF WHAT USE TO BE
LEFT ALONE WITH JUST MY SORROWS
ALWAYS PRAYING THAT YOU'LL COME BACK TOMORROW
JUST TELL ME WHY I NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
I feel the sparks of potential
Igniting in my veins
It lights a fire beneath my fingers
And the words come in waves
Would could
EVEN IF IM NOT UNDERSTOOD
FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND STRANGERS AROUND ME
ARE DEAF FROM THEIR OWN LIFE
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.
Grasp firmly unto who you are and never let go,
Life is filled with bumpy roads.
People will lift you up and slam you down.
Friends will pretend in the light and scheme on the low.
I write for change.
In hopes that someone at the top of the societal hierarchal strucutre will read and consider the life of someone so different from their self.
I write for peace.
Far from home they fight,
In a land that’s not their own.
Their enemy has no face,
Yet they fight on.
In a time of terror
Not knowing who is friend or who is foe,
In the beginning, there was nothing.
There were only dreams.
The first day, God made darkness.
It likes to fill your thoughts
Why can't things be.
What they used to be.
When I felt special.
Around you.
Guess things got too serious.
Thought we could both bring the best out.
In both of us.
But I feel so alone.
I taught you all the things I knewDevoted my time to theeSo you could join in playing the grandly newRomantic symphonyAn autumn evening we walk aloneEach tree ridden of all its leaves
Times here on this planet Earth may be hard sometimes. I keep talking to myself in my head saying, "When will these problems end?". We keep thinking to ourselves, "If I just had this, I'd be happier".
I once met a young woman by the name of Ashley,
So beautiful she was to me.
With hickory eyes,
she had a heart-warming smile that caught me by surprise.
So shy she was,
hesitant to believe she was pretty.
Will you ever notice me?
When I turn away from me?
Change my hair, my body, my animation?
Just to win your admiration.
Like a Spartan, bombarded, I go chargin' through gardensNo cigars, no guitars, just a smart pen, from bargains
This is a message to the world
To each and every boy and girl
No matter your age there’s nothing to fear
Young or old, you have to be bold
I ain’t saying its fine to play mind games
A Bright Future
Here I stand,
Conformed.
Chasing a dream that’s miles away,
Thinking of things I struggle to say,
My arms outstretched;
reaching for my destiny.
When i speak, who hears me?
Do thy friends, family, classmates, companions hear me?
Everyone over looks thy as a simple girl.
A geek.
So i run.
Running to complete a creative thesis,
Do you not hear it?
The knock on your 'window'.
Do you not hear it?
This time it is a knock on the 'door'.
Do you not hear it?
The knock isn't going away, so stop avoiding it.
Who do I hope reads my writing, filled with unremarkable class?
Easy. The ones with the biggest checkbooks.
Don't tell me who I am
and what I am not.
You don't know me,
so just stop.
Stop acting like you can read my mind,
because you can't.
And don't act as if you're my friend.
We feel safest on the shore,
But no one is immune to the changing tides.
They advance and fall away in a rhythm relentless.
Not one can stand unaffected
As a child, “growing up” always seemed like a magical transformation.
panic arches in my gut,
deep and visceral pain
and i can't breathe,
can't see,
can't hear
anything
but the relentless beat of a butterfly's wing
against my rib cage
I feel the cold rush to my bones
the frigid air bites through my skin
I can hear all of the tones
of my music begin
I begin to move my shoulders
my arms
my hands
my fingers
The only people that can hear me
Are the ones that live in reality instead of thinking this world is a fantasy
Even though life is attractive like two opposite magnets
You don't still drive like a drag racer,
do you?
Speeding through the city streets under the silver moon,
Slipping past parked street cars on a deserted road
Lit by lustrous, lonely light posts
Mom and dad
I like boys
and sometimes I like girls
Mom and dad
I don't believe in a god
I believe in many gods
Mom and dad
I want to go to college
I want to get away from here
I have two voices.
One is alive.
The other is dead.
I have two sides.
One is bright.
The other digs me down so deep in the earth that I feel the heat of its core burning my soul.
I don't smile often.
The world doesn't know why. I don't smile at you because I don't like you. I don't smile because I am terrified of not receiving one back.
I don't speak often.
Your black hair, your black skin,
Everything is so beautiful to me.
Your large hands are soft, and
Where lady liberty stands tall and proud, like a protective mother watching over her children she keeps a watchful eye on the city and the nation that she holds so close to her heart.
Flickering eyes, hateful glances they stare
You feel alone in a world full of beings
People whisper amongst, smiles are rare
They control who you are, they hold your strings.
Terrified of rejection, you conform
If you're having trouble remembering lines,Just think of this poem and you will be fine,When you're on stage the acting's for real,Just keep on pretending that it's the real deal,
As I get beaten and bruised
It seems as though there is no hope.
As I struggle through life
There’s much too much wind.
The cold chill brings a bite
in this big field. At night, it’s just dark.
They would wish only to see the sun.
But fear, not false hope, feeds their feel.
If I could only have one person hear me, it would be my child.
If and when I bring another human being to this world, one day he or she will be where I am:
How can someone love one that hurts them?
How can I love one that hurts me?
Why do I miss you?
Why do I want you?
Why do I love you?
You left me for nine years, then you came back and turned
It's no longer the struggle
of finding who I am,
but rather finding where I
fit in.
It is embodied by one giant
question mark -
I have been told that
all of the answers
In a world full of people
One can feel so alone
The thoughts and actions
Sometimes go unknown
To be heard
Is more than just simply listening
Sometimes it requires removal of judgments
-Everyone changes, one way or another
-So, if you're trying to stay the same don't even bother
-Whether it's you appearance, attitude, or religious angle
-Everyone changes, even the Devil was once an Angel
Never has a stranger put a frown upon my face
Yet those that draw so near are the keepers of the chase
I try to stray away , oh how these horrible memories torture me
I want to be heard and seen
Not like someone famous,but as an inspiration
Loud and proud
Confident and hopeful
That the world around me will soon not only see me but hear me too.
E-Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y
Equality
There are some things worth fighting for
Things that are worth the effort and time
Things that we deserve, my brothers and sisters
Things that don’t even have to rhyme
True Life is a comedy. But can it be a drama, a love story, exploration of meaning? Mix of Values and confusion. Tis' true that life is a blank slate. But could we all be artists? Seeing beyond the white canvas for all that it can be.
What if you knew something you can't explain
Everyone says love takes pain
My heart feels empty and drained
Their words shell me
like machine gun fire
I pretend
they are mere raindrops
hitting my skin
I may not be pierced by
hot
metallic
words
but somehow they seep in
through
I write to keep myself in check
I write to escape the pain in my chest
Because while actions speak louder
words have a stronger effect
Everyone is talking.
No one is listening.
In a world where we all want to be heard-
No one is hearing a word.
I want to use my life to listen.
To take people's stories left unwritten
Boom, another life of someone's lover..as i pull up my cover Split, there goes a crack in the wall and there goes the head off my doll.
Drugs, drinks, and driving
Driving your life down the wrong path.
Stalling, staying, and sticking
Sticking to the life you knew best,
But where are you now?
A mother of two children.
Ripped from the skies invisible bodies that play in the light.
Cowering under their masses you’re forced to stare blankly, obediently at your shoes.
Singular in the actions against you, the moments add up.
this
is a moral lesson
(you would do well to listen)
what does that mean?
none of us have
the slightest clue.
(look it up) (I don’t want to) (I’m not an encyclopedia)
some things are just better left usaid
figers poited at you broken promises mislead
its weighing heavy on my shoulders should i stay or should i go
i'd rather do this on my own no room to judge single show
Everflowing, gentle, soft,The black thread dangles.Once a contributor to the strength of a whole,The unity stood uncorrupted, pure.
The leaves fall like rain
But only the crinkling, dying, dried up ones
They fall from heights that would break our bones
And land gently amongst others of their kind
The sea foam raged violently against the cliff
constantly pulverizing the coal black rocks
causing smithereens and scraps to crash viciously into the water
Let them set the stone where it belongs
It will appease them
Do not clash with the wills of the many
It will anger them
Do not question those with power
They will sequester you
Hope for the best
for the worst has yet to live on.
The pain we encounter shatters us
But it is rare to see someone who cares
becauses it is internal.
An unsung song thumping within the confines of a rib cage.
Hey guy, I think you caused my heart to stop.
My lungs can’t breathe. I can’t say a word to you.
Without you in my life my heart strings would pop,
All that I know is that I’m in love with –
I know it's been days
I know it's been weeks
But I still think, about everything
About those words.
'His' words.
They say its okay,
That I'm safe now,
Her tongue, twisted as it kissed my lips
So cold, I could taste the venom, the poison started to devour me
Her hair, with locks of blonde and brown,
She had the key to my heart.
You may see me as nothing more as child
But I have grown and exprienced many things
I will still experience alot but I am no mere child
I am an 18 year old child
I am a child who is legal
So you want to get to know me?
Well the first thing you should know is that there is
Jekyll
And there is
Hyde.
A step inside myself reveals light and dark, good and evil.
I'm holding on to these last few days,
The way The Strangler holds on to his victim's throats:
Enjoyably.
Powerfully.
Desperately.
While you're still here,
You cut the surrounding night
Some Go Through A lifetime & At The end only have a false sense of imagination, daydreams & illusions to show...
Begging for a million words amongst the million trialsThe road can twist and turn when you're walking for many milesA dampness from the passing of such heavy storms
Four years ago, the mention of his name would send my whole body in a tizzy.
I craved his attention.
I craved his body around me because I felt safe.
I craved his beautiful bright brown eyes on me.
Nobody understood me before.
Awkward. Child. Girl.
Nobody understands me now.
Awkward. Teen. Boy.
Nobody will ever understand me.
Awkward. Adult. Man.
Some people think I am daring.
It’s Easter Sunday, I’m tryna be interested but for some reason I can’t dissect it/
Tryna figure out what the heck is a Holy Spirit, and how do I feel its reception/
The day was quiet and yet so loud
As I stood in the center of a moving crowd
Writhing, squirming, a beast all its own
Yet completely surrounded I was alone
Glued to the pavemnt I started to sweat
“Trapped? You say I’m trapped? No, I entered this prison by choice. And now by choice I will remain. Why would I leave? I’m comfortable here. My life is fine – just the way I want it to be. Leave me to my prison cell. Let me be.“
Worse than any pain I have ever felt
Worse than the strikes and blows
I endure from you every day
Worse than the beatings and the nights
Locked away in the hallway closet
Is the pain I feel from your words...
I strive to be the best I can
Always sure to lend a hand.
My heart is filled with love and care,
Passionate affection waiting to be shared.
Is it fair to feel the way I do?
Early one morning
I went to the fields
To pray to Jesus for my sins.
When out of the clouds
Ascending above
AZRAEL! Come for me,
I feel the crowds encore
Is emerging closer onto me;
The Seraphims see no more ---
You've been
Broken, crushed, hit, kicked,
Shattered, busted, tripped, slit
Dropped, cut, wrecked, derailed
You've been
Are you listening?
Of course you're not
Because you're on the phone talking to her
You think I don't see
You looking at me
When her back is turned?
I gave you a chance
I remember the way you wore your hair;
I remember how I lost myself in your eyes
I remember the mutual looks of longing for each other
I wish I could have done so many things differently
As I lie here in mud
Lost. Such a simple word. Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, but what about those who have just lost? What of them?
She
Lies awake barely breathing
waiting for his return
but he never arrives
to unlock her soul and he
doesn’t
My mother's hands
are calloused from hard work.
My mother's hands
create works of art.
My mother's hands
are graceful yet firm.
My mother's hands
are warm and comforting.
Name David just another lost soul in protrayed world, taught to speak, write, think, move. but never guided through the beated path of life. Living life like a routine everyday wondering who i am, who i will become, why im i here.
"Step up,
be heard"
they tell me.
They don't know
that words are not needed.
That my masterpiece beside me
in shades of green and purple
speaks for itself.
That my time and love and care
Medicated anxiety.
5mg, 10mg, 15mg, 20
Thinking what that noise was, or who is walking upstairs
Why doesn't he talk to me anymore? Why do I still care?
So much at once, I miss most of it
“Notice me” she pleaded
With eyes laden with tears
And lips quivering
“Notice me” he cried
With a mouth turned into a snarl
And hands balled into fists
“Notice me” she begged
We walk though these halls filled with peopleBut never the ones who matterWe search each foreign face desperate to see something that says to usYou’re specialYou’re lovable
Thoughts swimming everywhere
Running in a labyrinth
What is going on?
Feelings chaotic
All emotions lacking peace
Who am I anymore?
Paper before me
Hand gripping pencil tight
Internet runs faster than I do.
Phones know more than I do.
Breathing in wi-fi instead of air.
I am suffocating.
Who will help me?
My laptop?
No.
My phone?
No.
Maybe in death, when we are no longer casket sharp, our skeletons will expose themselves.
I take a breath as the first tear fallsThis, the one that started them allThey continue to fall, then turn to rainNow I dream I'm in your arms once againI've cried before, but never enough
My thoughts are nothing but a rusty gate swaying in the winds,
but my voice,
my voice is power.
My heart is simply opended,
like a blossoming flower,
for the world to enjoy.
Words often spew forth from our mouths with no purpose.
Seeking freedom in our own minds we must always clear space.
But those around us are doing the same just to empty their heads,
The sound of her voice was something no one has ever heard before, it was as if the heavens above had created a melody that would instantly cause peace and security in every soul that spoke to this wonderful presence.
There is an explosion and I am propelled forward and I have missed the boat and I sink and I hit the bottom of the sea. An iron monstrosity. The extrinsic. Burnt. Irrelevant. Forgotten.
I see a day when all are free
From pain and from fears.
A day when all are happy,
And there will be no tears.
I dont ask that you walk in my shoes,
or feel my pain,
or overcome these issues.
My fight is my own. Im built to survive.
I live to succeed, and I write to thrive.
Daddy always wanted a little soldier;He wanted his girl to be fierce, and strong.He was a marine, and I never tried hard enough.
Strength, power, success
This is all one wants in life
Work themselves to death without having happiness
leaving there dreams behind for logic and achievable circumstances
I live in the shadows
Every day,
People suffer.
They put on those fake smiles,
pretending everything is alright.
But in reality,
it's not,
Do we know that?
They could be teased, maybe bullied.
Feeling restless, hard to sleep
when will you come back?
Endless thoughts about your safety
completely out of whack...
Do you know what you're doing?
The lives you are destroying?
In a world endlessly dark
immersed in hatred, in ash,
was nearly no life left to squander
no signs of the past
Perpetual eclipses
bombarded the Sun
until all light diminished from
Through all this life I've never truly seen
This sharp a green or any deeper blue
Upon purest white skin these kisses be
Than what I see each coming year in you.
When days are long and nights are kept at bay,
I don't want to be listen too and ignored like the dirt pavement in the forest.I wish not to be called down because of my ever changing emotions as I struggle through life.
I am more than white skin (you see).
I am more than my family's yearly salary (you want).
I am more than the slouch in my back (you think should be corrected).
They are all simple wordsSimple rhymesSimple thingsNo one tends to realize what those simple words can cause to someone.When those simple thoughts are interepted
I have a friend who is a crab;
Her shell is dark and dank.
She sat inside, her face to hide
From hopes and dreams that sank.
You push me
to be
someone you see
me being.
You want your dreams
to be my dreams.
You want me to be perfect.
But I'm not.
In my head, I scream.
To tweet, or not to tweet - that is the question:
Is it wiser to follow the crowd,
sharing my every thought and action
Or stand alone above the fray.
To tweet, to expose - my personal life-
my lemon steady collecting weighing down creating pressure. The more lemons the more pressure.. the more weight to create juice..
now lets make lemonade...
When you are a kid,
the world seems magnificent,
some may even say magical.
As you get older,
you open your eyes to change,
and encounter struggles.
Keep going,
Many times at night
a little girl wonders,
What in the world is she fighting for?
Disney told her love
But her parents said success
And everyone else said just to fit in
So she tried to look inside
All persons must go their own ways, All people must do their own thing.
For we can not predict or hope, To follow the path of the winds.
They will twist and turn you inside out, Like the tides of the Tempest's sea.
If you tell me some guy is “a dick”, I will inform you that
no, his name is Charles.
If you go on to say that Charles is “happy to see me”,
I’ll wonder how you know.
His roll of mints,
the pencil,
Golden like a retriever he use to be an old yeller
until the eighth of September when they had to put the kid
It's strange how time passes. Snapshots of teachers and now-empty classes. Echoes of my past in gray and white, now like doves take flight. The halls of schools and hollow sounds, now within each memory abound.
A Failure, A Reject, A Nobody.
I will never again be
Able to achieve my dream.
Eventually, I will be
Stuck here, doing nothing.
I will never let myself be
Put into a position like that again.
Your eyes meetThe hollowed gaze of your reflectionSunk in cheeks andBony hands
When everyone told youYou were beautifulYou claimed their words wereUnbelievable
We learn what we are taught. We use crayons to draw up a life that’s already been planned in permanent ink. But we still try.
Just because I'm alone
doesnt mean I need company
doesnt mean I'm not happy
and doesn't mean people don't like me.
Just because I'm alone
doesnt mean I need you
doesnt mean I want you
Love Is one of the most powerful words in the world.Even more powerful than God...love should be GodSince we have more faith in it. I promise youThere is way more people out there that believe in loveMore than the belief of God.
