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The leaven of my skeptical mind, seemed to disappear in the countryside and small cities of Sweden.
I have forgiven those girls for what they said and did to me, as I do respect, love and appreciate their existence I wouldn’t change what had happened under those circumstances because they opened a new pathway for me to see.
It was hard to see clearly but the gray lit skies slowly started to perish and blue hues took way into the sky eventually being followed by an array of orange casting across the open fields and coating the trees with its golden light.
My life before was perfect, I was to young to wonder why. I was to young to charish life, Before I said goodbye. Goodbye to all the people I knew and loved and hated.
Some find it hard choosing between heart and head, even when the perpetrators don’t deserve
I agreed when she called the world ugly, When she whined it was a washed-out warped place. Said I hated when weather was sunny, Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
You look out to the sea, and see the horizon, where the known meets the unknown and chases into oblivion. you get the feeling there's more to everything, more to the sand that swallows your feet,
Her face is like the midnight sky. The whites of her eyes are half moons, and the stars escape when she cries. I hope she doesn''t anytime soon, but I've tagged her with graffiti constellations,
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
The reflection in the pond of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank displayed like towers to my floor level frame. Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed, and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
Once upon a Time, the sky was always blue Once upon a Time, life has an external hue Once upon a Time, everything was forever Once upon a Time, the world was better Upon this time, the world's not as divine
How can I hate those who raised me, When I am their baby? And I know that they hurt me, But I have been learning, That they are people too, There's a bunch of fucking shit that they went through.
Off you go, daughter To a land of your own For you and yours To glow, and grow I love you, and I love you too
Walking down a breached hall we all assume this is for everyone yet we cannot see, we are blind you see that i am happy and content i see that you are distant and lost They see privilege and choice
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
Biting wind makes music against my skin in the way my mother used to trace her fingers across my cheeks. The place where I stand on my own two feet, brought higher from the solitude,
I do fear. I fear being forgotten for having been absent for having left without impression. I fear becoming misremembered
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass. Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass. As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness, It begins to identify itself with the others.
Art is an odd thing Unexplainable most of the time But breathtaking all of the time Artists create pieces to express themselves on canvas When we see we feel differently An expression of who we could be
PunchPunchPunch the house It's so messed upI want out Light it up, I cannot bearMy sister crying as people stare What will it take?I do no know. I dare not ask,indifference my foe
Life can compare to that of a window sill It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in Various shapes, sizes, and colors. Some are useful others just mere eye candy. Many used to display plants and décor.
Brightness, Five leaps of electricity Bringing darkness into the light Giving sight unto the blind Banishing shadows into the oblivion No questions asked Not a statement more
Power to the fist Power to defeat Power to challenge Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret It is
As I read a poem about life, I realize that other people go through like me, Some people have pain and strife, Yet a few have so much hapiness which they can see, Still others fight for what they think is right,
Speechless, words do not flow about how I feel Lost like ashes in the wind nothing I see appeals Heart ripped, battered and sore with the sledgehammer I trusted you once, twice, but not again with your disruptive manners
I died nine times to spare the others, I could spare nine lives to save my own. Perspective is a selfish heathen, human decency can't stand alone. We do not care about another. We only care about ourselves. We do good deeds to make us happy.
What worlds lie behind our reflection What variegated beings dance among our fate What truth is there in resurection What love lies amidst delphic hate
In an ideal world we wouldn’t have world hunger, whole cities wouldn’t be down under, we wouldn’t have to wonder, "When will this all end?", "Are you really my friend?",
His heart was tainted with darkness abyss, Family ancestors of hatred violence, Simply falling to the scars in his back. Easily targeted for his skin, Black with distaste and vile,
Pierce my skin and I shall not cry for the suns shine is within me My hearts a summers warmth a blooming flower that opens in the wake of spring I have not anything here on earth
i'd still do it all over again and every day i fell for you i hoped you would love me too but you wouldn't maybe i was wrong for thinking you'd stay but i never figured
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
Dear future self, I write this with hope That you're better off than me at this very moment. War-ridden land
Perfect, ever confident Never tries, always wins Speaks no evil, hears no sin What a picture perfect family A model of what we should be Perfectly incompetent Always tries, never wins
I have been very independent. Very to myself. No one to cry to. No one to ask for help. People help me with obvious things though; like homework, essays, and colleges apps.
I was always a mixture of too much and not enough. A galaxy dotted with stars and brillance, but with dark spaces in between. An ocean teeming with life,
I feel as though I walk with a target on my forehead, A sign saying "Please mess with me, it's fun", My pleas to leave me be are left ignored, And I consider my escape, a gun, I want to look into their minds,
Because I love you, I ignore you. Because I love you, I control you. Because I love you, I expect things from you. Because I love you, I keep you in line. This is love?
Sanity reaches out her hand To stop the unstoppable comet, Singed flesh to show For the one she saved. She was damaged But she was whole. Is there only happiness
It’s the moment you look at them. Every single time your eyes meet, You know in your heart, there, that’s were you want to be.
It’s my burning passion an’ heart’s desire For you to fall in love with fire. I don’t expect you to understand; You’ve known only ruin from fire’s hand. You set its absence responsible for your frostbitten feet,
You see, the hood was red for a reason. The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless, no charm and no amount of begging would suffice. She carried other things in that basket of hers.
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion. Alone in this world Yelling into the void And out of my indecision. A mere two words prompting a connection beyond.
When? When will the world learn How to expect a favor in return? Why does everything we do Need not benefit us too? What’s wrong with spinning a lie, Especially, if it’s how you get by?
What is light more than a torch in the night, An invisible line between day and night, The apearance that we know wat's right, But even fairytale queens have their fight. The Evil Queen may have been wrong,
Dear John, If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here. In one breath, I am gone. Sometimes, my mind goes with it...
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
Hello my name is talent i often live in fear i'm scared i don't have courage and my path is so unclear Hello my name is Lonely i'm often found in smiles i hide behind your laughter
Weak, weak, weak, my inner voice, it cries Weak, weak, weak, my confidence, it dies Weak, weak, weak, my faith, it slowly fades
brokenand I refuse to bealive and energizedbecause who I am issuffering everydayby drowning my sorrows in alcohol,but nothing changeseverything can be overin one small instant
America the great? Land of the free? What does America mean to me? Who is America and who are its people? An American is the weight of more than 19 trillion dollars of debt.
This pen is a sword the paper it's victim though not through words do you find that its poison but rather through lines: bent and shaped as they are they capture your mind
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
The organic perspective can never be wrong It's fluid in nature, persistent and strong From cerebral creation comes synthetic thought Disguised as true nature, we notice it not
A change in me - I said that would never be And something more - I said what would that be fore I love the way I am and what I'll be I see no reason for a change in me
Agitation sets in. Rays of sunshine assault the roost. Orange beams awaken the cock. Obnoxious is my neighboring early bird.
As time goes by the unfamiliar turns familiar the unknown becomes known the new turns old. We lose sight of what was once a bountiful opportunity as the familiar becomes boring,
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
We see in a certain way What we think we know We don't We see you struggle We see you die We do nothing We think we understand We feel sorry We see again and again We ignore
Part One:I am a destroyerDestroy herDestroy himDestroy them Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take.
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
Moon shineSun shineweave through the linesthat divide and marginwhat we interpret as realityonly what is tangible and experienced but what of the invisible?
Beautiful faces,don’t leave beautiful tracesas dying culturesand nude sculptureshave in Rome. We have subcultures of the like:Scene, MOD, Emo, Hipsters,trendsetters that write newsletters
Darling (D E T A C H)I’m relievedit’s me craving youinstead of the otherway around.Unlike live lamenting roses,plastic petals never wear or tear -I am the neverfailing buttress system.
Excitement This is what I feel Takeoff I'm at ease Imagining the blue waters of the sea I land Please, I just want to be in the sand The sun's light turns me blonde
I run as fast as I can. The sky gets blacker and blacker. I hear laughter fill the air where the wind once danced. I can’t see where I’m going. There’s no where to hide. It’s after me.
I'm greedy; I know it; I quite like to show it And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy. I give gifts.
I rolled out of bed, and met a sweet bird, that was perched atop an unmoving world. I glanced around, and saw millions of these, but this one, right here... it was labeled for me.
Writing will always be my first love, No matter how great I become in math, science, history, There is always a place in my heart for the art of words,
"you only pick the goods from her remains, because it's only a persistence
everything i write lately has been nothing but pain but i fail to notice all the flowers growing from the rain i see the storm not the cleanse i see a new beginning as the end
When I wake up in the morning and stare into the mirror, who do I see. I see a 6 foot tall person just standing there.
She was always a mess Scabs on her face Dried blood under her fingernails Her heart throbbed until It crumbled And pieces of it cluttered the floor Like words in my mind that I wanted to say to her
*bzzz* She sent you a message Lots of emojis, not as many hearts as usual Send that message? Sent Read 10:43 pm *bzzz* New message from Her: 8:02 am No emojis this time *bzzz*
If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream You keep falling into the depth and it could seem Closed eyes awaken Wake up to mistaken Perceptions of the physical Loss of analytical skill
Who’s to say, in this world of gray, What is right or wrong? What’s right to some is wrong to me, And what is right to me is wrong to you.
Somewhere down the road we took a wrong turnWe became curious of our Cheshire cat smilesand we fell down the rabbit holeWe got lost in each other's world of fantasy and illusions
Manhattan morning singed, sincerely mourning twins; twinging; gingerly lingering in remembering ringing smoke and suffering and silence and death screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
People are like apples picked from a tree,The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first,but that makes them bitter and unripe. The bruised and dented are picked last,but that makes them sweet and delicious.
(I would step outside before looking in) In the end you will find Only the witness as he stands Open, bare to the world Among it, of it, a part And the whole of each and every
When the nights take over
Singer 1: It hurts me to hurt others And you deserve my pain As much as you deserve A trip on heaven's train Singer 2: My anger's hit its tragic end But I'm more hurt inside
Dear Father Time and Mother Nature,
When people ask me who I am, I stutter, because for some reason, the language of myself is foreign to me. We could call it a result of bullying, mental illness, or plain teenage mystery.
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
Im infatuated with this life It brings joy, fear , happiness and pride mixed as if meant to be a cocktail To make reality a blur And fantasy a delight Im intrigued by the lessons in English class
Time is relentless It torments us constantly From "running" or "flying" by so fast When we are laughing and smiling As if cutting off our happiness supply to going in slow motion
Little boy wakes up screaming. No mother there, to coddle him back to dreaming. Little boy sees mother leaving, thinking it's his fault. "Why doesn't she love me?" he thinks, I must be unworthy.
Life is A.W.E.S.O.M.E. And it’s going around Life is A.W.E.S.O.M.E. No antibiotics, but no need to frown
I lost my huband again, We always go through this cycle,
I lay in bed,
When I nanny in the smallest space, They forget the tissue and use my face, I smile in their choking embrace Cause making money is awesome!
If you see me as I see myself, Then I’m so sorry. A constant cry for affection Can make you deaf, you know. If you see me as this world does, Why, that may be even worse. The darkness in their hearts
Judge me. Love me. I really don't care. This is my story, bias or fair. I'll tell you how it is,
Take me to art exhibitions Not just the museums of empty
In the palm of my hand Is a grain of sand
Seeing the sunrise peak from behind the city skyline The mirror image in the soft waves below Feeling the the sun's warmth brush against the back of my neck During a beautiful winter day
I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows. I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
She shut the door in my face
Scrubbing and wiping
People walk the streetsIn artificial skinsTrying to please strangers they meetIt's a game that nobody wins
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
When I take pictures, I want them to be me. No hidden faults, no dumb deceits. When I take pictures, I show the way I feel. I am a human being, Unlike pictures, I am real.
Little things , Just the littl
They said things behind her back, They said them a lot. She started to believe them. She was upset until he came. She questioned him. "Why don't I have perfect skin?" "A perfect smile?"
Some find themselves When they curl their toes over the edge of reason Looking down at all that is sane
People say they are open-minded, But their open minds are like closed doors. Placing their own opinions in a shrine All I ask, "Why not allow others more?" Humans shut humans out
Freak twisted, strange disturbing, unnerving, disgusting demented, insane, fantastic, beautiful thrilling, amazing, dazzling
Windswept into an unknown journey,
There’s so much that I don’t see, When all I think about is me. Too preoccupied with my hair, I don’t see a man waiting there, Sitting on the curb, Huddled in the soaking wet. In his hands, a tin can
At the age of 10 she told me I wasn't going to be pretty for the rest of my life
But our lives are not the tomorrow they are not the yesterday For, the tomorrow seizes the nerves and twists the stomach the yesterday hangs laboriously about the shoulders No, our lives are today.
To be heard? Or to be me? Societal norms? They aren't me. I stand out, i choose the be the "weird one." Love? Relationships? Neither for me. I like causualness, and change.
In my mind I'm far from here In a different time
“today i die"
A great tree with massive boughs, Sends its roots to the center of the earth. It does not move or sprint about, But dreams of things in silence with mirth. A great tree with sturdy ancient trunk,
Fear is a source of vengenance Powering all to ingnite in its glory We are weak and fall frail We allow this to overcome our thoughts Making us into something we never even imagined.
everything is perspective. positives, negatives, so what is 'truth'? is 'truth' a compromise on all of the perspectives? or is it the outcome that would best serve oneself?
They say money doesn't grow on trees, And I never argued For I have never seen Benjamin, Ulysses, Andrew, Alexander, Abraham, Nor George Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.
A dark room. I lie alone. Non-existent until this moment. Darkness blinds my open eyes. To me, my world is what I see. I flip over. I turn around.
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends, Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end Say what you want, and say what you will, We both know that they are the ones there still
The apple equals the entire poem.
There is unanimity in the presence of Thought, Desire, And life. There is universality in Love, Pain, And shame. A consistence of connection,
I am the piece of clothing that falls when you're carrying laundry that you don't want to pick up I am the lighter that ran out of fluid I am the leg on
When you look at a stop sign, is it just another gesture you have to make to continue or do you see a sign that's speaking to you; telling you that every once in awhil, it's okay to stop, take a step back and revise your life so you can resume?
Save the newborn eyes So that the mind grows astonished
You step out tentatively, unsure, scared, The cold air hitting you straight in the face. Master is behind you, urging you on. “It’s alright, it can’t hurt you.” Push, push, shove.
I can not feel at ease with so much chaos over seas
Don't discern me to be rude, I'm not up to talk of all the bothersome things racing in and out of my mind All thoughts of perplexity Zoning in and out, Breathe. Anger rushes to me,
The thing about summer Is the sky that turns so blue That even the purest Most iridescent gem Cannot match the depth of color And the thing about summer Is the sound of leaves
Black sleek wings tinted with blood Death dark eyes devoid of love
What's that feeling when you stand beside a casket;
When you look at a bully what do you see?
Golden hair that waves about her shoulders
These streets seem lavish— with lights pinning shadows in an unfair match, With backs laden by laughter and untested loyalty the same, With candy red pickings from an unmarred batch,
Lonely does a child weep in the passing A tender heart torn open reeling in the salt caked wound Should I spend sleepless nights lying awake with eyes dripping light in another world Do humans not see who I am
Hello Good-bye We repeat the same rhyme How queer- We’re tripping over each other I thought That we could avoid it for a bit longer
So there I was, awaiting joyous as the hour drew more near us When the man would come and join us, my dear love and his Lenore. I crossed the room, nervously pacing, playing with my dress’s lacing,
So this is how we miss Losing each other in each kiss My dear isn’t it plain That we were meant to act another way I will keep you close But I only need the words to know you
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur. People messed up, clothes on backwards, life is an abstract art- hard to decipher. Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
You protect me with your torch And feed me with your golden dollar Your armies light my way While my body rests in flaking corn
You ask me why I leave I've been right here I've always been here My darling My love I'll never leave you here
My daughter when you sleep
She's been sleeping In other beds Not listening To those who mind She stuck around In dreams Not caring That they would mind
Is it worth it to die, Or should I ask to live?
The colors are never-ending You could see them if only you had ears You drown yourself in tones and murmurs You drink in the light of a single string
I've been dreaming I've been wishing
Where have you come from, my friend?
Isn't it sad That we don't give a damn
They tell me that I'm too much
If mechanical parts Had a heart
They call it going to bed
Blinded by your misconception, You're afraid, but still you walk Aimlessly in a new direction, Refusing to admit you're lost Carelessly, you've embarked on this journey
Our words are like weapons and we're at war, longing to hear the trumpet roar. It's ways rage against us, we can't ignore, but will tolerate the things of this world. We will not embrace the things of this world.
I've tried to make sense of it all, but reasoning fails, which leaves me falling down again, to where I began to misunderstand this life. If the only absolute is the knowledge that there's no truth,
I start small, though with many causes. Bad choices made in the woods, or in houses. An electrical short, a discarded match Left behind cig, that unleashed my wrath. I grow, multiple, feast on all in my path!
I am the freshness that takes everything up. I am the delta of barks that carries a life source. I am the clear blue horizon. I am the green that protects every step you take. I was once everywhere and everything.
I've been walking on broken cobble streets Rewinding memories of happiness And feeing so alone
Weary Earth, how you suffer:
There once was a man named Esser. Whose knowlegde grew lesser and lesser. At last it grew so small, That he knew nothing at all. And now he's a college proffesor.
Brother brother; fickle admirer:
Your wings are strong
The sky is dark
When she created her first poem She wrote it for you She always thought of you The paper crisp and white Just like her soul Her blood flowed through her words
You call this a classroom. I call it a jail cell with cheesy posters. You call it a grade. I call it the key to my future sucess. You call it a lesson. I call it BULLSHIT.
I’ve been bouncing off the ceiling Because I’ve found something Something worth living for Something worth dying for I am no longer nothing You don’t know The delicious sensation
Sister, how could you fly away?
Creating laughter out of memories And bleeding out for the sorrowful Dreaming about something precious And growing daisies out of dust Swinging pendulums to count the seconds
I can’t stand The way you stare at me This is how you burn through You think you know who I am fighting for But I am no longer yours I will never be yours I can’t breathe
I thought we could be friends But I was foolish You betrayed me and shed no tears You betrayed me And shed no tears Talk behind my back Please make my day I know your game
I know you can do so much But I continue to question I live in a world that does not bow But you are here too And too often I forget who you really are My adoration, loving forgiver
When they tell you That you’re too thin That you’re too pale or Far beyond normal Remember this You will always be wrapped up Always be tied up In this world, but
Dance to the winds of desolation And create turbulence In the pathways of the rulers Don’t be afraid to break their reign They dig graves for everyone Of ashes burnt from conviction
Mother don’t lie to me anymore I’m old enough to understand What you refuse to put In the great poet’s hands I know that you still lie Among the dogs and their pride Please give me some truth
Watching the lyrics Flow out of your chipped pen I think about how We have come to be How we can speak So easily
You make us frozen But we have armies We are the flames And we will consume you You think you know better You know more than us But we can use your mind We will bend your mind
My love is like a well The deeper it is the slower it flows But it will always flow for you I will overflow for you When you feel alone Remember that place where I would hold you close
I’ve never known the world to be so harsh Until you You danced your way Making us all seem like little more than diamond toys We are your toys And we will always move in synchronization
I was taken at once You never knew what would come You let me float away Flying on your diamond tears You never knew I am not there I am not anywhere for you They took me at once
I met a girl made of silver Her eyes shone like mirrors You could glimpse your soul in them But you could never match hers She told me about her dreams I looked the other way
You’re hot You’re charming, You got looks like no other; Everyone can see that. Your smile melts ice Your eyes captivate all, You got looks like no other; Everyone can see that.
She was throwing roses on the ground Making not a sound But it was all we heard That sadness she could not contain When he left he left her alone On this harrowing earth He was all she had
“Yes,” you said to that first boy in middle school when he shuffled his feet,
Go I keep going. Their words echo in my thoughts, Screaming to me through the day And whispering at night. They cut scars onto me,
You’re too cold to be real The earth didn’t treat you like her child No she didn’t want you So now you hold me too close You grasp at my flames But I’ve been sleeping on the ocean floor
My honey, you always flow so sweet Swiftly, gaining speed Your hues are so vibrant I can’t help but wish upon that dying star And even when we fall apart I know the pieces aren’t as transparent as they seem
You are always everywhere for me Playing all my games You make me feel brand-new You make me feel invincible I never got the chance to say All that needed to be sung But you never complained
I am like a snake Please dear don’t let me in I’ll wrap around your heart and never let go Because that’s just how the poison flows And even when you’re convinced I am the one You’ll never want me here
My heart you framed with gold My teeth you molded out of the finest jade But what is it worth to me? When I can’t speak And my dreams you oiled down
Guns guide your hands and feet Your ignorance you breathe into the frozen air The colors are all the same to me But to you, it is war Sheltered behind your branches
. While you look at me through those black square glasse's Im glancing at the clock wishing I could skip your classes. You room is so boring so drab and so brown, There's nothing I can do other than frown.
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
Secrets hiding in hidden shadows the jump around and change just as children do with no consideration for feelings or seasons Why does the mind wander to places so far
I have lost myself in my sentiments Bills that pile up on my mother's desk Cigarettes that litter the streets outside It's all worth it to the rest of you But I never wanted this beginning
As a DRC Woman, I believe a woman's mark on the world should not be shallow. As an African American, I want race to be something celebrated and not discriminated against.
Dreams lead us through this maze Nightmares make us lost But we tell ourselves that at the end There will be a reason for all our mistakes We rationalize and create our shadows
You tried to save me, you did But I was already lost in the blue And skating on the yellow You would’ve never found me there And I wish I could’ve been more of a friend to you
Black engulfs the world around me. Everything is still; No wind, No light, Just me and the darkness that surrounds me. How did I get here? Did I jump, Did I fall,
All of the words I locked behind a door in my head releases onto the page. Splatter, splatter; they spill onto the once carefully unmarked slate. Now I'd rather have vivid colors than an empty page. An empty life full of lies.
You dress up in plastic and kerosene And tell yourself a couple diamonds will fix that bump But now your man is saying you’re too skinny Oh well, love is overdone And Hell has enough demons for everyone
Oh dear teacher, I promise I'm paying attention, but it's really hard when the others are a distraction. Jim's in the corner whispering to his crush, while jane is busy texting and giggling through your lesson.
I stole a piece of the sun’s heart And kept her rays for you I called them my Sunshine My always greatest treasure But even treasures wilt Like flowers on a summer day
She is at an awful age of youth and exhaustion of revelry and caution. They say "Your whole life is ahead." But weigh her future on the decisions of today How can she discover herself when
Once I wished upon a star Because a girl I knew wanted a car But her mother was pregnant And her father was just a fragment Of shrapnel long since buried Only I knew of the burdens she worried
These troubled souls torment me They scream against injustice But they don’t know how to see And I don’t know how to leave It destroys me to hear their cry Who am I to say nothing?
I'm lost in all our sweet sorrow You're so afraid that we'll end to be nothing But darling everything we have we borrow And your fear is like a reflective madness We pretend our hearts are soaring
You taught me how to conjugate verbs in five languages You showed me how to find the zeroes in a quadratic equation Oh, I know what you're thinking I got it all figured out I got those straight A's rolling out
When the sun sets on sober songs And tears become common place Know that I'm here to weather the hurricane Know that I'm waiting for something better now Even when I scream soundless sorrows
Listen to me I can't make sense anymore I've been living in my own safe fantasies Been dreaming on my own safe lullabies I always run back to the poison It's not ever enough
The twenties are calling. Can you hear them roar? Traditional restraints began falling, Awakening these times that were spent unsure.
Well, congratulations You've made it into society Here we rape each other And curse our elders There are no rules It's a free-for-all Welcome to reality You've made it into Hell
The lines are blurred You all see an Arab woman I see an Indian woman Powerful to rise above A patriarchal society A respresentation of American society You all see Al-Qaeda I see men
The sun above me sings a lullaby, The rain mimics the tune, Roses dance, Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
Alyeska, Alyeska You looked to me with eyes so blue Beautiful and sour in your sweet youth A girl bittersweet and true You weren’t like the others You sang a breathable truth
I used to have wings They dripped golden light And were as strong as the hardest steel My wings had their own music And sang along to my beating heart You didn't used to have wings
The girl steps forward Golden hair and emerald green eyes Skin as pure as her soul She knows now what she has to do The girl walks down the aisle Her clothing as black as her thoughts
I haven't found beauty----I found beauty It isn't in a diamond----It drips off my mascara It isn't in a flower----It colors my lips Maybe it's in your eyes----Maybe only some are born with it
My grandma is unique, With her quiet, gentle way, But she is no ordinary antique That you see every day. Her eyes are always sparkling, Even when met with bad news.
The sun beams and burns And the sea roars to the beach Drowning out all sound
Reaching Heaven may seem unobtainable Trust me, I've been there I've seen things And I've heard things And I've said things But I really haven't done things
I don't want to grow up I hate the idea that I'll lose those parts of me That craves adventure And is willing to take the risks I'm not hating on adults I'm hating on our brains
Unless someone like you Unlocks the gate Lets out the flood Lets us drown in the tears And reach for land The sun will sink Unless someone like you Opens your arms
Sapphire eyes Made by fire And burned by years Created to search They search Scanning the crowd Making a point To avoid the walls Shiny toy guns Slippery flesh
Open, sliced That's how you feel When they bring down The first blow When you're drowning In their pain They try to make you feel Without any emotion
Sometimes I wonder about life And how short and small And inconsiderate it is I don't fear death But I fear the fall I fear the flames I've drowned I want to know before I fall
When you walk by My blood runs a little faster Your scent rushing over me Just your smile Makes me burn We all burn Self-assured You don't want You don't need
You're liquid And fire And everything I've ever wanted You're pain My misery You move me like the waves never could Teeth like silver blades Eyes like poisoned honey
Skin color vs ethnicity: Isn't that the game? My mother is Scotish My father is Mexican My cousins are African I have blue eyes with a halo of orange fire
I don't know what to do I can only think about you And I'm almost to the end But is it enough When all I can think about Is the color blue Blue that isn't clear But shines like water
They tell me what to think about But I'm like, whatever Because there are only two things I think about God and you And I fear Him And I fear you Because His love never ends
Pain is overrated At least that's what I said When she claimed she'd've never known What true pain was If he had stayed Lies can protect At least that's what I said
Running, sleeping I'm still dreaming That light that glows And shines in your eyes Reminds me of what could've been And what is That taste I'll never know It's just a dream
The metal was warm against my flesh I wondered where I'd go The trigger was right under my finger Another thought came though "Why does it have to be me? I do not deserve to die"
There's a girl I knew Who wore a curtain over her face That blurred the person underneath And stole her precious personality She lived on cloud 9 In a house made of broken hearts
I'm what the doctor ordered. I can fix you up no matter what you got. I am always there for you, miles away I surround you, fall on you everyday.
If I look closer I wonder what I’ll see If I look closer What could be in store for me? Will I see an elephant Or simply just a bee I wonder, Is there another story That I have yet to see
I write because The connection from my brain to my hand is Stronger than the one from my brain to my mouth. And when my hand moves across the blank page It pours passion right out of the pen.
just. one. note. Before, a proclamation. Before, based on love. fear. a need to be accepted. Before. just. one. note. After, it is tragic. After, tears. pain. neglect. After.
So There's This Guy....... <3 So there's this guy; he makes me laugh, he makes me smile and he just makes me happy.
The last time you felt the Southern Californian sand, you had my heart It felt new in your hands Fresh and beating And now it's different this time Because I found my heart sitting in the backseat of my car
I write to believe. When I write I feel free. I write to empower those who have no voice. For those who are too afraid of the judgments we speak. Every whisper flows across streets Amongst peers and strangers
Beautiful skies filled with gray Some may think oh what a shame But i, certainly do not We hold on to the very last bit we have
The art of progression Is something of enlightenment The fact that you can evolve And then involve your mind In a split second A fragment of your life Becomes your whole Time Waisted
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in Fall Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days will cause the season to last forever.
It's all about phases we humans go passed The way we want to find ourselves To define who we are As being the first to go The oldest in my family I set the path my two sisters are destined to follow
Why must you pull me back? you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles. then I cannot walk or run free. and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
Upside Down Oh someone turn them right side up I think they’re pining after a dream with no luck ‘Cause maturity will find them Freed but still chained. Dry it still rains
Pictures in motion pass through the focused slits of dream catchers My anatomy teacher calls eyes and I fight for glimpses of the moving present Assimilating and spreading the colors as
We never truly see ourselves; Only reflections or images. Perhaps that is why we rely On others’ opinions of our looks. If we truly saw, I wonder if our thoughts would change.
Once a little girl Full of life Nothing brought me down I was always happy Not a care in the world About the tragedies of life I didn't even know they existed At least they didn't in mine
Bought by my grandma, than passed on to my mother, who then passed it to me, is a little piano with the notes written on the keys. Though old and worn as a school girl's first
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution. But I’ve made up my mind, And I don’t have any more time
We live in the land of the privileged. But our humanity has been lost. We have so much power, but that power comes with a cost.
I see people fall in love all the time They carve their names into my skin with knives I hold my breath, I have no voice of mine People are in a hurry for their lives Like my leaves, they rush to grow out and leave