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I wanted to read but my mind was at work
Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard
There were days void of hope, there were nights spent in tears
Over all my love, dope, had costed me through the years
Heat and terror in a crowd
As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind
Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society
Heavy-minded, weak of will
I watch you lay your life down
You're hot and shaking from the thrill
Of atrophy at work
Like smoke, we were dispersed after the poison of our fun
Went in and out, left cancer's promise on a pair of lungs
Atrophy at your heavenly side is worth all the waste
Here again, i'm cradled by the unreleasing arms
Of the white, shot sun's grim descent
It always finds me frantic, unprepared
I try to talk myself into some kind of world of understanding
Find empty auditorium seats
A series of fortunate events led me to grow up, to glow up, to dream of living more by the Torah - to give up my childish dreams and rebellious fantasies. Number One - All my “number one”s suddenly seemed immature and annoying.
In a world filled with Buzz
I sit here alone.
Watching.
Seeing.
Smiling.
In a world surrounded by Connection
I sit here alone.
Warmed.
Waiting.
Contented.
Fear was my best friend since childhood,
Kept me from getting hurt, like it thought I would.
Afraid failing the class, afraid of getting harass.
Be the best student, have a good tolerant.
Undocumented aliens,
Racists see them as the enemies
They’re trying to make a living for themselves,
Not to mention for their families.
Getting deported by I.C.E
So hard to comprehend
Dear guy in the UPS store
I knew you would be the focus of my poem as soon as I saw the floor
Clean shaven, nice hair
it looks like you might actually care
We look to find just who we are inside
Forever looking to find where we fit
Having constant fear of being denied
In the process some people just lose it
Everywhere we attempt to interact
Unheard,
Unseen
Blind, naked and uncontrollable trembling.
Drowning me,
Suffocating me.
Are you okay?
Whats wrong? Why cant you say?
You're a fake
Just afraid.
You're not pretty,
Do you know how it feels to be black? Keeping one eye over your back.
The cops stopped my brothers and I in our tracks. "Hey, where are you heading?" We were heading home where prejudice and racial injustice did not exist.
Once upon a time
When knights in armor shined
There waited a young princess
Who had many hobbies and interests
Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant
In South Park on bench I'm set, to meet a girl I've never met.
Soft excitement comes alive, as I await her to arrive.
Should this be our final meeting, remember fondly this moment fleeting.
Can you see through the smog in the air
In which the sun’s bright light is dimming from space debris, but we do not care
Twilight's last gleaming, the only time the harsh pollution is hidden
Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics
Rest with these, I stress relieve
The worst of Me
Lie and commit sins with ease
I know just who to please
I best believe
But ask for the better cause?
As it thaws
I comprehend
my own actions,
and these feelings in which I'm penned.
You never really know how it is,
to be in this body in which I spend
my time, but then
I don't comprehend
I comprehend
my own actions,
and these feelings in which I'm penned.
You never really know how it is,
to be in this body in which I spend
my time, but then
I don't comprehend
Old friend,
look at me now.
As of late
I have taken over the minds of the privileged
drawing them in
playing with their words
like a musician does strings.
Finally,
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
I understand that you are adhered
between a virtual you
as well as a abstract you
who would of knew that your thoughts
attracted light towards you?
I'm not antisocial,
Nor do I hate people when I go away.
I actually thrive around them,
But there is a limit for me everyday.
I don't like large groups,
Unless it's a festival or concert.
A bullet costs less than a quarter
A life is cut shorter
A bullet is made of lead
A life is dead
A bullet is fast
A life's wound is vast
A bullet hits hard
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other
A hug for one person to another
A kiss to make somebody’s day
Some loving to make the pain go away
A kid who spits and stutters when he talks
Is scared to say a word
A girl who has to limp when she walks
Can never join the herds
And do we tell them they’re different
Or do we accept them for who they are?
I think there are people who are normal people, those who go to work, go to school, and go about their day like a normal person.
Then there are those who are wolves in sheep's clothing.
A rectangular object that fits into my hand,
An object which contains information from all around the world
People walking the streets with their gold, as if life to them will never feel cold
That's what we want to see, is the life that was meant to be, for me.
Emo girl, gauged ears like sink plugs
Bracelets hiding both arms, like a secret.
Vibrant hair, changes like a chameleon.
Proud fashion adaptive and social maverick.
Congratulations.
They're all laughing,
Mingling,
And discovering each other
While I watch,
Powerless to the inescapable choking
That comes with the sight of people.
I'm a storm of feelings,
A hurricane of thoughts,
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.
My Generation
Oh my sweet generation
What has become of us
SHALLOW SOULS
Unconsciously submerging ourselves into this deep hole
A hole called society
I turn on the shower head along with my thoughts
Which are often not my thoughts at all
My mind has been infiltrated by society's thoughts
And everything it has taught
Should I really be distraught about all this?
"Excuse me miss, can I help you?"
Have you heard this recently?
It seems as if people can never talk decently.
Is politeness something we are born with or taught?
A noose of ignorance and gallows of derogation set up for the distinct,The blaze of the stares just as severing as if it been the blade of an ax.Gagged by the silence, and hands bound by injustice,
There’s a reason we’d rather leave
talking to a backlit screen,
pictures to a filtered camera,
mindless chit-chat to a soft blue bird,
Every thought is documented,
across the globe, throughout the day.
Personal life—an open book;
online for the whole world to see, and prey.
The drama, the agony, the hoots, and the tears;
What is this nation coming to?
What are “We the People” gonna do?
People are going out of their way to be known.
If you wanna be cool then you need an iPhone.
135 pounds?!
There's no such thing as having an eating disorder when you're so fat
Eating disorders are for the skinny people
For my friend, who is 105 pounds and eats whatever she wants
You’re afraid of what could happen
So you constantly keep up a wall
You are in a constant battle
But aren’t we all?
I'm a guy that's different,
but that doesn't mean I'm indifferent.
A guy that's diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome.
My social life maybe pretty hard,
but don't mistake me for a retard.
What do you really think when you say, how are you?
Because I doubt that you mean it, but it’s the polite thing to do
I could talk all day about what I’ve recently been through
It seems to me like we don’t have time for each other.
Technology’s supposed to keep us more connected,
But somehow we’re becoming more distant.
Sending texts of meaningless conversation,
Do I dareCommit?Do I dare act so past regret,So inexorably,Just as Alexander cut the Gordian Knot?So it was that he sealed his fate,Was victim to what he wrought.
Who am I?A brown girl?A tall girl?The girl who changesher hair often?
Who am I?The introvert?The intellegent one?The sarcastic one?
Harsh and cold
Is the shattered concrete
Click clicking beneath the feet
Of jostled ignorance
Heavily breathing
Pant panting anxiety
Beneath these metal ghosts
When you see me you would think,
There goes a strong young man.
Never close to breaking him,
He feels as much as a tin can.
And if you asked me now,
this is what I'd tell.
I've never shed a tear
You must always be sure to use
Colorful affection with
Ribbon-wrapped words and
Throw a smile over your shoulder;
See how far it will go,
Since a child always loves
A sticker with a smiley-face.
If I were to respond in the opposite manner,
regardless of the topic, regardless of the glamour,
how do you think you would respond,
when in general you are the one to play along?
I don’t think this is fair,
She’s perfectly perfect
Skinny enough
But she doesn’t see
that reflection in the mirror.
Everything wrong.
The feeling of imperfection
ever lasting.
Starvation forces numbers down
New faces bring new thunderstorms
The smell of fresh rain on pavement shows change in the air
The lightning flashes a bright sky for a split second
The moment rips away as thunder claps the same old darkness back
The way the ignorant bystander lurks,
Enclosed with thoughts and society pressure,
Cradles their mind possessing hundreds of blisters,
Thinking they might overcome the silence.
Yesterday African Americans didn't have rights
Yesterday a white man standing up for a black man was wrong
Yesterday slaves were shipped across a ocean of pain
only to be greeted by a lifetime of suffering
A few weeks ago I was reading a book on theater
And someone saw me reading and told me, "Black people don't read".
That made me sad.
Then the quote started to sink into my thoughts
and it started to make me mad.
Interrupted Solace in a Winter's Evening
Every once and awhile I like to be alone
I burrow in the confines of my memory
And dart from conversations like a fish from glass
