''Slam Behind the Curtain.''
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The skies are grey like ashes
Foggy like smoke
The clouds water the earth beastily
Washing away the green grass, the dirt- causing an erosion.
This weather is depressing
It seems never-ending
The moonlight rises,
Illuminating my creativity.
I gain a new breath of life,
To foster my productivity.
I shuffle through my cards,
Looking for a solution,
Until I finally achieve,
Hardwork, passion and drive
Are all that I need to survive
I compete every day
And fight the decay
That the beast within me is after
Thriving on failure
And beating me down
I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am, or where I am supposed to be.
I find myself lost in different dimensions, I see the world in a million different perspectives.
I say that I'm mean and nasty and that I dont care about any of you
But really I do I feel everything, even though I don't want to
Im not much of a poet but like a spider I can weave a web of stories
Ever sat there and wondered?
Ever sat there and thought?
Ever sat in the dark and wondered who you are?
Ever avoid speaking words?
Ever avoid being seen?
Quiet like a cat,
He creeps around the house, barely a sound heard.
Loud like an elephant,
He makes his voice heard.
Free like the monarch,
He flaps his wings and goes as the breeze.
You were so young and naive
blinded and believed what the world said.
They sparked the idea that you were the same
that ... you were no different
As you got older you began to realize
What do I see when I look in the mirror?What do people think when they hear my name?These questions could not be posed any clearer.Their answers should bring no shame. I see someone who tries her best to be the best.They think of someone who make
An aspiring anesthesiologist, but it seems that will never be
Intelligent in my own right but bound by the aftereffects of slavery
Who is the true you?
A question I never thought would be answered.
Surrounded by the darkness of insercurites and worries.
Of me a teenage girl never going to be able to fit in.
Until a switch flipped.
She heard me
When no one else did.
She heard my laughs
She heard my cries
She heard my heartbeat
She heard my lies
She had never even seen me
But she knew me on the inside
Immortal
Pale and silver, hangs in the sky
Floating within the waters, shy
Whence out of the depth, a sparkling flock
Consumes the edge of mortal walk
Daytime bows to fateful death
Kate
Creative, Open-minded, Friendly, Dedicated
Daughter of Hard-workers, Sister of a Gamer, Friend of Adventure Seekers
Lover of Painting, Volleyball, Friends, and Family
Who feels Tired, Excited, and Anxious
In the hours of the morningJust between 6 and 7I get out of bed and stare in the mirror
That's when I'm most me
But between 7 and 8
I am who I was made to be,
I am orignal,
Check all seven seas.
To be or not to be is the question?
Oh wait I forgot to mention,
The wall that hides me from the crowd,
holds me back from being proud.
I came into this world
a beautiful and chubby baby girl,
8 lbs. 3 oz. and a head full of black curls.
My mother's first child,
and it stayed that way for a while.
Not a care in the world,
In the spring, the leaves are green
And the flowers bloom while the blue birds sing
The sunlight pours through the branches
I can’t say… I can’t say… I can’t say…
But it seems like I’m running from my own past and future.
It’s very difficult to find that own system balance.
There's a lot I consider to be my true self
Like the way I cherish my dog scrappy
Or how I try to sneak cookies off the top shelf
Excitement floods through me when I visit my gran pappy
Spread your wings, little butterfly;
Head to the sunny sky.
Don't be afraid to take a chance,
Life will always be a dance.
I can understand you fears,
And even the few tears.
The bell rings
signaling the start
She can escape the stares
and rude names.
But through her phone she is led to a world
where she is brutally shamed.
The rain poured in the meadow
It reflected my mood, sadness
So let it rain
A butterfly landed softly on the railing over the river
It is a single sign of happiness in this meadow
This world is full of monsters,
And it's hidden within us all.
You are the kingdom I brought down to flames.
Haunts in my dreams,
Just want to end this suffering.
You don't really know me,
I hate this act- that i feel i must put on.
A silent bookworm, who sits in the corner, just wanting to be left alone.
But i want to get out,
i want to laugh without fear of judment,
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.
I am a young woman who is not like the rest. I don't wear dresses, long or short, wear high heals or make-up. I don't fit society way of "beautiful." I wear t-shirts, glasses, jeans and sneakers.
What defines me?
I ask myself this often
The majority answer would be
A sun, the center of a solar system
All the planets that orbit
Are inhabited by the people
And the experiences that surround me
Who is this in the mirror that I see
‘tis I in the mirror, ‘tis me.
Define this person,
this person that I see.
Well do you see the warrior,
the fearless man that you are?
I travel through an endless song,
Through the abstract sound waves
That have tracked me down, leaving me kneeling
To a powerful God, who has taught me how to un-tie asphalt knots
I’m from the day of October 28, 1998 when I made an appearance in the world for the first time.
I’m from the do and dont’s that my parents would always tell me.
I was always cautioned to not wander too close to the fire
At this age, I was being introduced to temptation and desire.
Innocently thinking, fire was beautiful; how could it hurt?
Until I got too close and was burned.
Everytime Out Expected
Crashed Spinning in Reasons
Break Down in Paradise of Madness
Every Time The Mind Drowns in Me
Those Watery Eyes Speak Mistakes
You and I against the World lets Play
we come from a long line of fishermangenerations and generations before
we wake in the angry dawnemerging from humble cabinslike periwinkles caught in the tide
I am surrounded by the ones I LoveBy those that sacrifice for meBy those that bring me joyBy those that Love me
Please my brother, protect me
Can this really be the price of mischief?
Blades of whispers following me
With the fear of what I could be
I am poetic
Falling for syllables and consonants
Weaving words into my vocabulary
To create imaginary worlds
My affection belongs to the fictional characters
Maybe I'm too poetic
too romantic
too
To be something I'm not is easy
But to be too poetic
too romantic
To be who I am is heartbreaking
Behind the curtain, I remove my mask feeling hopeless, hurt, and my pride destroyed. Tired of pretending that I am happy by joking around and making people laugh.
We used to spend the days in a haze
of bliss
unaware, didn’t care, about the times we’d miss
together every day, time would fly
protected by my daddy, the captain
The world sees what you want them to see
There is a vast majority of me
That has been neglected and never seen the light of day
With all of this getting in my way
Ask my friends, they don't know my pain
She's so quite, you won't know she's here,
You won't know of the pain,
You won't hear of the tear.
She has lost the ones she held,
Forced to live as a ward,
Alone now her persona she has shelled.
I carry grief from the
Father shaped crater in my heart
I carry an old family portrait as a
Reminder of a happier past
I carry pain because of
Other’s complaints
I carry my religion and
Who is the true me?
I search deep inside
looking for the true me
but there is no true me
I have multiple dimensions of the true me
All seeking to be satisfied
All want to be glorified
Who I am seems to be such a common topic,
To write down plainly and with perfect prose
Exactly who and what I am,
To become easily palatable,
No bitterness, no aftertaste that stings as it goes down.
They told me I appear as a concrete wall,
Never bending or straining under the immense weight of society.
Straight out of the autumn rain blood covered leaves spring the chalk outline of our brown sons
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A girl whose crying,
What's this mean to me?
She looks to be pale, full of sorrow and sadness
I begin to feels queezy, the more I glance
Growing louder with tears ,
I live in constant pressure
It's like a honest measure
That I will not fulfill
I feel forgot, for real
I've known you my whole life but still
You don't feel who I really am
I am the person
who I was created to be.
I am the person
Anyone can see.
The girl with long black hair
Who has suffered
Unimaginable loss
The type of loss
no one can compare.
Well I woke up this morning
And I stared in the Mirror
I saw someone that isn't me.
I don't know her,
The girl who took my place,
But that's okay boy,
Cos you seem to like her,
You became a stranger to me
I can’t bear the silence that is shared between us.
We go from lovers to strangers; Friends to acquaintances;
We create the last part of the cycle where we barely know one another.
Fierce and determined
Always looking for a challenge
Being aware and proud of the imperfections
I am
A shoulder to lean on
A reliable friend
Willing to assist and smile while doing so
Girl in coffin thought dead but alive
Located in a house that seemed deprived
Old and unstable the house stood
Made of stone but not wood
On a strange day the narrator appeared
Most of the grass is green.
I am dead and the dead grass is unseen.
Does that mean that I am unseen also?
I hope so.
Everybody says that every thing happens for a reason.
I'm fine
I did my homework
I love learning every day.
This is what they expect from us,
they tell us that everything gets harder after high school
as if we don't already know that.
I grew up in a very sheltered home. My parents were protective, caring, and loving.
I am Me,
I am a girl,
I am from hard streets,
I am from cold towns,
I am as sweet as can be,
I am in love with my pencil,
I am in love with my paper,
I am in love with my creations,
He stood at the window and told me to stay strong
He stood at the window and told me he was sorry and he loved me
He stood at the window and said he would see me soon
that it was okay to cry
Once a girl so young and sweet
Soured so quickly, too soon
Now a monster, trapped within
Darkness and sadness overwhelm the sweet girl
No one to talk to, alone in this world
Through Valleys and forests we follow the sound,
of empty song sung of crows and cows.
In places of freaks and dark realities,
we sing along to their frequent screams,
This empty house we feel inside,
Invisible to many this is who I am
I am one with many things
Roots growing from within me and out onto the world
This is who am
Like many, troubles come and troubles go but in the end
This is me
There's only one gas station in the center of town
And well water that makes white clothes dingy
While we discuss politics in the garage:
"Do you always wear dresses?"
Lets go play with that dog.
While suffering from depression
my mind is eiher constantly moving or completely blank,
but when I see you my mind is at peace.
There's always so many things I want to say
or do
September comes
The school year comes forth and does not
Stop, not for anyone or anything
Lines become long, cars bustled
And for what?
A bright school year
I gaze into my window
sometimes I am not happy.
sometimes I am sad.
sometimes I sit alone in my room.
sometimes I drown myself in the music.
sometimes I sit and cry.
sometimes I hide behind the smile.
I’m on my lyrical hustle,caught up in the bustle,of the show,combatant with my flow,that sends shivers down your spine,I shoot my haters down,left for dead, Columbine.I come at you,
Mesmerized by the beauty
Lost in the harmony
She is
Not focused on the problems
But the glory
Nor the sadness
But their story
Not attentive to their faults
Only noticing the shine
I was a strange child.
I would flap my arms
and pretend to fly.
I was a brave child.
I would climb the roof
and play a private eye.
I was a loud child.
I've never really believed in love because when I was younger I heard my dad say, "let's just stay together for the kids" behind closed doors, and my mom agreed with him for the first time in a long time
When will they be home?
Will they be okay?
Will they just forget about me?
How long must I long for them?
When will we ever be together?
Why won't people put faith in us?
Why not in just me?
Finding myself looking through
these pictures I drew one day
But soon I realized that they
were all black and white in some way.
Black for dark cold memories
I often wonder why
I've got to get away
I've got something to say.
I've got to let it be known
that i'm here in a loud tone.
I'e got to reinstate my ability
and pray for forgivness upon me.
I've got to stand my ground
From the color of my skin to the texture of my hair!
We are all in this world together so why not share!
White,black,yellow,blue, red,or green. We are all playing a game of life so lets be on the same team!
True me? Who, me?
I'm just Sydney
I am nobody to you
I'm just a woman
I'm just a student
I'm just an artist
What am I to you?
I'm a stranger
Nothing Good Ever Happens After 2AM
A poem inspired by having Asperger's Syndrome
This is me, cant you see, blue till noon, hit by room, caught in fire, people say i thee liar. words of fire, fears cant inspire and yet none to hear thee tire. who i am, what can i say, gone, along to find what went wrong?
My life is a series of questions.
Who am I going to be?
It all hinges on my decisions,
Will I choose to be me?
For the first time in a while,
Today I will be me.
