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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.
leave your life to the Library it might be hard to do but it means in the end when your when becomes went death will never truly take you. leave your life to the Library
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,
"Ode to Mom"
Waking, Brushing, Combing, Walking, Rushing, Running, Breathing, Working, Sweating, Eating, Swimming, Breathing, Writing, Reading, Laughing,
A new school, pleasant people, friendly vibes, to turn the page and flip the tides
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?
Do You really want to know who I am? You want to read my poems so that you Don't
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
The connection from mind to
Letters to Dad
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 guess the thing is we all want something to fight for;
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
My voice is not loud My voice is not proud And my voice is not like the crowd
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?
The dark and lonely atmosphere filled the air
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
I do not speak loud
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
Allow Me to Explain
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?
Here i am
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,
Education, a thing we take advantage in this generation.
Teacher teacher listen here Today I have to share
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.
The cardinal is red Happy as can be With its wings spread
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?