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Hey kid.
Keep doing what you’re doing
I know sometimes it hurts to exist
I know no one seems to understand
I know you’re afraid to tell them
There’s so much we will never tell
I got so tired of people giving up on me
That I learned to believe in myself
Got so tired of my world falling apart
That I learned how to hold up the sky
I got so tired of the rainy days
I'm sitting here at war with myself.
Part of me is wondering what I bother for.
The other part is begging to heal.
But I can't determine which is real,
Or which entity I feed.
Do you want to know what it's like to be painless?
Could you imagine a way to live shameless?
I thought I knew a way,
But all I'd done is invited a demon out to play.
For once in my life, do I dare to feel hope?
Have I finally arrived somewhere that I'll learn to cope?
I can begin to cast aside my self-doubt,
And find something in which to be proud.
Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
I was young. We were young,
Yet we planned our whole future for when we were adults.
We were going into 6th grade, middle school.
Let me make a toast!
But first, please pour yourself a drink.
Now, let me begin with the achievers:
To all who get up in the morning with a plan to conquer their fears,
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
Waking,
Brushing,
Combing,
Walking,
Rushing,
Running,
Breathing,
Working,
Sweating,
Eating,
Swimming,
Breathing,
Writing,
Reading,
Laughing,
I used to think I was drowning in an abyss of my own loneliness. That darkness used to consume my heart and soul. My eyes would continue to close as my head dosed off in an eternal slumber.
What do we fear the creepy crawlies under our bedor is it the wondrus voice inside our headkilling my thoughts until braindead
As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world.
Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch.
As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature.
Shelters, yet destories.
The Liberty Bell ringing loud and clear
Is the sound of independence
Reminding me that I am free.
The red, white, and blue of Old Glory
Waving in the wind
Is a symbol of freedom
I believe you're misunderstood
No one bothers to look for the good
That you've given me all my life
Such a crazy misconception
On my part that I had been wishing to leave this place behind at all
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
I love the way your words cuuurl up
Around your front teeth
Like a cat’s tail...
Or a breath of cool morning air that
floats up to fill the space
Before finally getting spat out.
It’s dusk on the hill as
the heady sky rotates slowly above,
silently aglow with vivid pulsing pink
around the edges, like a child’s fingers
eclipsing the dying flashlight of the sun.
I hear it stumble in the door
Crash!
a drink splills into the hardwood as
glass shatters
my body flinches in shock
shoulders quickly rise
pungent smell
musty with a little spice
We cannot become what we want to be
remaing who we are today
We wonder why as girls we bring down other girls
because we all know how hard being a girl is
Expensive makeup is everywhere
This sadness.
I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly.
Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower.
My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep.
The light and the darkness.
And I found myself in it.
Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty.
But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
Our main goal.
What they push us towards.
"Be yourself"
But how can I do that when I don't even know how?
How to talk my own words without being hated
How to dress my own way without being judged
My experience with love is
painful
unforgettable
betrayal
Eight months making
memories
moments
music
Proving people wrong with clashing
thoughts
personalities
People should aspire to be themselves
Where did the masks get put on
Where did this all start
The root source will forever be unknown
Why are we as humans continuing this tyranny
All we have to do is
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche
i don't like it
but it seems to work.
this is straight forward.
i miss my metaphors
tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Be yourself they say
its ok your no different from the rest
But as soon as you choose to step out the closet
Its like your all a mess
You cant be different
if you have a mindeset
of everybody else
I don't understand why life seems to just pass me by. Like I'm making no improvement. Just excuses for the human eye. To mark me as another statistic. They see me as just another welfare collector.
ten thousand bullets headed your way
what do you do?
run and have hope you'll make it out alive?
or just stand there and wait for the outcome?
the first couple of hits might hurt like hell
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful.
Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you.
The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK
Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands
Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions
We, are wild ones
As I sit down once again, in front of the old computer with the whirring fan
My fingers begin to hit the black keys, each one a small click
That make an musical orchestra of words
To be humanity,
You must fallow every step,
Do as your told,
Do this,
Do that,
To be humanity,
Birds must cut off their wings on command,
Dogs must die for the nobles,
And cats must die when no room is left,
To be humanity,
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine
Everytime you tell me "You do as I say".
Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems,
But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
I thought I found my strength in a girl singing for acceptance
Then I thought I was a caged bird
Lame, old and helpless
Now I know, I was but a bird’s chick
To be heard is to be Waldo, found at last
To be heard is to be the smallest person in any given room with the most passion of any given person
What do you want to do when you grow up?
Fire fighter! Veterinarian! Actress!
At a young age we all begin our long journey to finding the right job,
As years progress we realize just how important that decision is.
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS.
I am from lost faith and lost hope.
I am from pot heads and crack feens.
judging people is never the key so why do people do it?
well ill tell you, they do it because they have problems at
home or something is wrong with them they want to be
i want you to see the scars on my skin
the wounds youre responsible for
i want you to witness my blood an my pain
and my nights spent alone on the floor
i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
"What would I change?" they all asked.
I simply couldnt reply.
"What would I change?" is too hard of a question.
That day is to unbelievable to even start.
What would I change about July 21st, 2013?
an exhausted skelleton
merely clanking, rotting bones
huming hushed whispered memories
walking along this dark enclosed tunnel
lost and forgotten
the purposes
the motivation of continuing
Teacher these days are just ignorant
They like to teach us stuff we already know.
When you correct them, you suffer a consequence,
Or you could just go
Outside and miss the whole lecture,
When I sit in your class
Concentrating hard,
Your goal is aparent,
Only to bombard.
Questions then statements,
Rude and nice,
Don't tell me to be
"As quiet as those mice".
I raise my hand
Because I have a question
I call your name
Because I don’t understand
I want you to listen
Because I don’t know it all
Even though I’m leaving next fall
I need now to stand tall
How can one soul,
Be filled with so much sorrow,
Regret,
And agony?
So young,
So beautiful,
Everyone knew,
Except for,
The girl in the mirror,
And the one who controlled her conscious,
Work, sweat and sometimes cry,
deadlines are coming
and the only thing not stopping is time.
Submit your work
and close your eyes.
Take a deep breath
and feel like you made it.
I'm a shadow in the dark.
I've rode quiet in Noah's ark.
I been to hell and back.
There's no telling when I'll go back.
I've seen the horrors on this earth.
Mother's killing their own child they've birth.
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring
The normal, average, local students
Who keep on searching, always exploring
For a teacher with the greatest prudence
Students today are looking for a purpose
I came into in to the world and I knew who you were
But I didn’t know you
I slipped out of the womb battered and bruised and the only reason I lived was because of you
And yet I’m ungrateful
Running around hiding
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
“Bananas have no thumbs, just as the education system has no ears or at least pretends that its hard at hearingAllowing our youth to slip through cracks in the system making hard work what our children are fearing
Mozart or maybe BeethovenPlays in the background.The violins sound tiredThe flute a little out of tune.
I cross and uncross my legs.I am nervous.I am scared.The door opensand I lay in the bed.
they told me to keep my head up high
to just look up towards the sky
that tomrowow is a diffrent day
thats all they seem to have to say
acting as if they understood
but knowing that they never could
The royalty he desires
Burns brighter
Than any fire
The dreams he always had
Mislabeled as passing fads
Late nights, constantly wishing
For miracles that have been missing
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things.
Personify me.
The way you see me, and the way I see myself will forever reign
different.
Take control of the ink,
push limbs to trees and write out a new beginning,
ending,
way to live,
Starting a phrase with an I makes you selfish all the time, so think before you rhyme and take time on every line
If you really wanna hit the spot, hit 'em where it hurts
“Life sucks. Then you die.”
Said a father to his son
The father was bored at the son’s baseball game
The father never came to another one
Only one vacation to the shore
Like an object at rest I remained
Although a force was acting upon me
There was no reaction of mine
To the change that had happened
What a strange phenomenum of science I was
I didn't react when I should have
Smokey windows, shattered glass
Broken souls looking for healing
Coughing, woots and hollers
A passing waitress, traveling hands and cat calls
Dusty tables and creaky floors
One spot light
Dear God,
Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
I want a Son
I want to witness my baby boy’s birth.
I want to show him his promise, his worth.
I wonder if the place where my mom is, is as beautiful as the stars in the sky on a cool summer night or the rain on my window pane.
I wonder if it's as peaceul as a Sunday morning drive or is it better than being alive?
Remember the light remember the world?
Remember the precious little girl?
Do you remember the peace we had?
Do you remember when we wearn't sad?
Do you remember the beautiful blue skys?
