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When I tell you I love you,
Do not be taken aback by my sincerity
Do not mistake the passion on my tongue for malice
The fiery flick of a candle
A forest fire in a distant dream
You will know I love you when my eyes can’t stand to glance away from your face
You will know I love you when I laugh even at the smallest quip to cross your lips
Did not seek my consent
Had me with no bit of sense
Then I grew, I got a mind
Was it a good thing to find
Grateful for the smiles
But scared for when I die
Would U judge me cause I know
I know why the willow grows.
It grows for a life it yearns to know.
It grows for you. It grows for me.
It grows so tall for all to see.
The willow grows because it can
because no one told it that it can’t.
Do you know?
Do you know what happens to a fish without water?
Do you know what happens to a fire without air?
Do you know what happens to the trees without sun?
whispering Secrets are
Second only to staying quiet.
Muffled screams from
a Muzzle with my prints.
the door was Closed behind me
If You Know Thyself
then you know the world
Motivated by madness
and driven by desire,
dive into the pool of passion
and swim deep as you can.
If You Know Thyself
i look inside myself,
i found a stranger
i look out to my mirror
and i found a stranger
i looked into a window
i found lots of strangers
i looked out to the classroom door
Sink
Sink without a blink
Drink.
Drink from my breast. The milk to make you forget that you have been hoodwinked.
Think.
Think? Now you know better boy
I hope you realize how much you mean to me,
regardless of where a relationship between us stands.
I hope you know that you make my day.
Even when I fell like the world around me is falling apart,
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
People say when you miss someone
To go look outside at the stars and moon
To then take comfort in knowing that even in the distance between you
They could be looking up too
The view is shared with others
Two people.
Two very different people suddenly meet.
One and the other see each other and finally make a conversation.
It goes W E L L
at least for one
Truth is not what is seen by eye
but rather what is shown to be.
Many have died so others could speak
both good or bad, silent or loud.
The world has never known such land
as these United States have been.
What would you know,
About me and my plight?
Have you heard me scream for dear life?
Have you seen my inability to talk,
Incapable of expressing myself,
Unless it is by paper, by words.
Society.
Supposed being.
Supposed way.
Action.
Expectation,
Contemplation,
Judgement,
Wall.
No: life isn't horrible.
No: life isn't terrible
or terrifying.
No: I cannot stand silent anymore.
Yes: I will stand up for
what I know is true
and right.
I may be only one voice.
I do not struggle with fear
nor do I struggle with money
nor do I struggle for power
to me this thing are meaningless
what I and all of humanity is struggling for
Get to walking
Not a lot of talking
Around these students, education roams
The most connected of all domes
Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
I am not the one who can walk into a room and be the center of attention
I am not the one who will be voted as prom queen
I am not the one who was born with a silver spoon
I am not the one who is seemingly perfect
You know I wrote a whole poem not more than two seconds ago
what a shame I let it go
i wish I could rewrite it
When the clouds roll in, thats when the fun begins
Drops of silver falling from the sky, sit on the porch and watch the storm roll by
Think of life and all its trials, think of hate and all my rivals
My mind is a mess
I tell myself
To take action
I know what I want
I see it right there
But I need to do something
I want to lock
Myself in a white room
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will emerge out of this shyness
I will let the world know
I no longer will stand injustice!
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will say
Not many know me
Nor do they know my past
Naive describes those who know only my top layer
But when one comes truely
When one comes with respect
They will come to love me as I will to them
I feel
I feel poetry
I feel the softness of it
I feel the anger round it
I feel poetry
I feel
I see
I see poetry
I see the words on paper
I see the ink on white
It's hard to explain feelings
To someone who hasnt experienced them.
It's hard to explain what silence sounds like
Without having first heard a sound.
All of these feelings we try to disguise,
I think you think that you know me/but I'm sit'n in the car with the engine running/could this be over before it breaks?/sappier than a Romeo and Juliet/let's look down & to the side/figured me out like a jigsaw puzzle/the pieces soggy with t
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
Where did we learn how to talk? Did adam and eve just know words, and how to walk? How did we know we need to eat? Just out of the blue we began to crave meat? How did we know to sleep at night? Was it because we could only see with light? Why is
I know what you think of me,
I don't care.
You see who I am,
you don't know.
She really cares about me,
she can't feel.
He feels the way I feel,
He doesn't hear.
I walk into class with a smile on my face. I take my work complete it and get an A. Although I seem like a normal student there will always be things you dont know.
You don't know I'm gay in a family of religious freaks
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
From day one we learn
We see the faces, hear the voices
School, as we grow
Lessons, every year
One thing we always gather
WORDS
From the voices
From our teachers
From our lessons
She's alone in the dark
with no one to speak to,
with no one to hold her,
no one to show her love.
Not a sound comes in or out
but this little girl's voice
crying out for help
Oh ruined labyrinth, your stone walls do evict our Grass.
The days of labor and loathing seep into the roots of life!
The Sky, she cries with her soul tainted from the waste of men,
Imagine standing on greatness
The world is wild but you will find a way to tame it
Be shameless, cause it's only those that are crazy enough to believe they can change things
That end up famous
I never know what choice to make,
Be it right, be it wrong.
I never know which road to take,
Be it right, be it left.
I never know what to do,
Be it this or be it that.
I never know who to trust,
