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Lost WorldsI have lost worlds.Whole worldsWhole realitiesThat are no longer realities.Lovers who have stopped loving.Friends who no longer walk with me.Dreams that flourished and perished.Power that was felt and then drifted away.Youth that gave w
Accepting what we cannot change only works When what we cannot change is acceptable Otherwise, there is misery or apathy But don't you dare be serene  
Accepting what we cannot change only works When what we cannot change is acceptable Otherwise, there is misery or apathy But don't you dare be serene  
I have to keep reminding myself that I knew that this was not going to be an easy task, And it is simple to keep it together during the day, but lose it at night when you take off your mask.
Stark white beaches contrasting glasslike water enchants; drawing many souls close, so close they are engulfed in it. Hopelessly consumed selfishly by the veneer opting to idle
The older I get, the more I realized that there is nothing more precious than time, And I have finally realized that I no longer want to waste mine. For so long, I cared too much about what people thought about me,
The older I get, the more I realize that there is nothing more precious than time, And that once I let it go, I can never get back something that is no longer mine.
For far too long now, I have been letting people get in my head and try and bring me down, But I am finally at the point where I am taking back control, and I am turning it all around.
It’s a mans world or is it a mad world, I wonder what would happen if it should all turn to ashes from fires of notes burning amidst a society going cashless, while practices of patience become dated and wisdom is scorned as aging prophets no long
Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do, But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
Think different. With my hands to my heart and my heart open wide, Think different. It’s the way I️ try but everything seems to coincide going side by side the only way I️ know to survive I️m trying, to think different.
It took me a long time to realize that no matter what you do, you can not please everyone, And that you will only drive yourself crazy trying to accomplish this because it is a task that will never be done.
It took me a long time to realize that there is only so much that you can blame others for, And that if you want to change your life, it is up to you to be the one to close that door.
Snap was all that was heard,A hunter misses his bird, He cursed the twig asunder,Reaching for his powder and plunger, lost though his chance at a partridge,He continued, Bit off his cartridge,
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you, Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you, Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
Take me back                            please.   All this wisdom has made me weary.   Like a sickness,        it's etched into my lungs.    And like rust,         it blooms between my joints.
For the past year or so, I have not been feelling like who I used to be, And no matter how hard I tried, I was not okay when I just tried to be me. I kept doubting myself, and I became someone that I did not recognize,
Humanity Began Its End When Value Had A Face  Worth Had No Cost Pricelessness Reaches Attainable, As Worthlessness Became The Currency  Of Forgotten Souls Whose Hearts 
I died a million times  That day packed with so many Pairs of eyes that it dazzled  When I swallowed so much water That I’ll never go thirsty again
Do you ever question if life will ever change?
Do you ever question if life will ever change?
You must change You're doing yourself a favor Your life is a story Your voice is the narrator Life is what you make it Create your reality Don't speak negative
He gave me a cup and said Take a sip and my lips you’ll never miss. I looked at him and took a sip. Something wasn’t right. He seen the worry in my eyes and reassured me everything was alright.
The halls crowd around me As I push through bodies and backpacks My feet fall lightly On the dirty concrete floor Students laugh Students cry Everyone is lost In their own self-centeredness
Changing Growing cold Closing off Lowering my expecations I am changing because I want you to see me I am changing because I want you to love me I am changing because I know it's not possible
AGENT OF CHANGE
What is this... This measure of gravity is more than I can bear for long. The waves wash stinging salt water into my nose, Knocking me down when think my sea legs are established. I've travelled many miles and days,
Well a lifetime slipped right on by Underneath my wing In the space between youth and it's timeless lies A lifetime found its way ahead of me One more time I thought i'd outrun it
ANYONE COULD
Mitt hus   Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn, Runt andas jag av fur och gran. Här, på fuktigt lövverket umgås Och leker, springer, babblar barn.  
A sunny autumns day in October The gentle whistle of the mornings breeze The ground camouflaged with orange and brown leaves.   The sound of the protesters marching in masses,
Grip me tighter, Im drifting from afar He has his hooks in me, saying no is the hard part. I need your kind of love to rebuild my broken heart. Don't give up on me before we've given it a fair start.
You are the greatest secret kept from yourself. It is in hiding your Light that you become lost. It is in resisting the moment,
thumbs   running circles around each other   take a break from pulling heartstrings.   i graze your veins   feeling every jolt of electricity pulsing through them.  
You gave us teenage revolutionaries,  fighting against dictators  against governments  that didn’t listen  wouldn’t listen 
honeysuckle lips   almost touching mine, but not quite   they drip below   the crook of my nose,   slide down,                     down,  
It’s time I’m about to get my shit together  I’m going to do what I want to do You can shout your words at me   But your words don’t feed me
Bumped again by crowds she freezes Surprised by people all around She scans the swathe of nameless faces But the one she wants cannot be found.   A small hand tugs upon her sleeve—
She stared into the sky above her with a fire in her eyes Days, weeks, months had passed since that day After hours sat by a window watching the rain floating heavy to the ground
These Days I'm ... SICK of People ... !!! Saying That ... "They've CHANGED !?!" …
Nature disappeared Birds aren’t chirping anymore Bees are not buzzing We must do something Our World is in need of change
What happened if everything was small, Who cares if you were that tall, How did you battle and still not fall, When you decided to roll up like a ball, Where should you pick up that call,
Happiness is something that has to come from within, If you keep looking around for it, you will be disappointed with the way that it could have been. It can be hard to be genuinely happy in a world that is so uncertain,
Okay Okay ... So It’s Time For A Change ... And A System Upgrade ... ALL Because of This Corona Strain ... That’s Causing People PAIN ... !!!
Parents, teach your daughters. Don't let them walk through life Like this broken girl before you. Who did not know her rights to leave,  To let that word, No, so bitter on her tongue, pass through her lips.
The waters will still flow, Snow will still melt, The wind will still blow, We are all harnessed to a life belt.   The sun will still shine, The moon will still rise, Must be fate’s design
Dove  Freedom    A   silky   bird    Delivers   a   message      From   either   side    Fly    Fly    Fly      Wind      Rain  Snow  Sun    So   tired 
Dove  Freedom    A   silky   bird    Delivers   a   message      From   either   side    Fly    Fly    Fly      Wind      Rain  Snow  Sun    So   tired 
I wish I could look at the ocean and see the waves crashing against the shore, but I can't.Instead I see the plastic polluting our oceans. I think about sea creatures dying.
I don’t care who gets offended but I stand by it. You the Government!! You are all a bunch of cowards! You raised the cost of living so high that both parents are always at work,
Nothing stays the same  Everything can change in a blink of an eye    I am a witness   No one likes to confront the inevitability of change  So we say things like:
Jack and Jill grew up in the south, Where the words were splinters and rolled off chalk white mouths. The people would shout and throw hands in the air, With signs made at home, for anyone who cared.  Jack and Jill rode the bus to school, But had
With open eyes   Just a little thought in another place.It changes the entire structure immediately!   Just a little word in another spot.It changes the whole purpose of content!
Glorified self praise   I like to read my own words,they are of a "special sort"!   Everything else comes only from the outside!From there comes the biggest nonsense!  
Sometimes up, sometimes down   I ask myself; Who i really am.I ask myself; after the true sense.   I feel power; and much more!And yet I feel so often empty.  
Fight for freedom   I only see virtual pictures ...And on all corners only signs!   Sitting in a noble cage.Digitally scratching the days.  
Money, money and money   Where to go with all my money?How much does the whole world cost me?   I am in a material delusion.My mind is beautifully tame.  
The new way   The direction seems determined.Nothing takes my courage anymore.   Sometimes I get stuck and wait,on a mild fateful gift.  
The real criminal   A gangster - Deep in the heart,Deep inside of him is only pain.   The system - so full of contradictions.Only a moment before the collapse.  
Thought lesson   Open the eyes to see.Stretch the legs to stand.   Red, yellow, green - totally the same,poor thoughts - rich thoughts!  
Confused frequencies   My being - so beset and glum.A frequent wave is shifting my mind!   The control from the outside, so strong.The own will - buried in the coffin.  
The divine gift   I always give you only plain view.I always show you only truth!   Good and evil - all without judgment,The truth knocks - she hurries.  
The easy life   I do not need much for life!Because basically it's just a game!   Who know the rules and how to bend them a little,knows how to win in this game!  
Everything foolish?   Who feels the words and listen to the meaning,is justly outraged by this world!   Selfish, deaf and also dumb,the whole humanity is running around!  
Life "under control"   The calm and the strength,holds "that" which creates everything.   The big and the little,it comes of its own!  
Change of the eras   Why do I do this and that?Why am I acting this way and not otherwise?   Do I always have the free choice?Or do I really have the agony each time?  
A lot can happen in a moment. It may be dim, or a change that's brilliant. The end of one life, the start of another; A war waging between sister and brother. Sometimes it's a small change, sometimes large, 
There is something about changing.  It is the realization of who you’ve become and who you want to be. It took me a long time to open my eyes to something I didn’t want to accept. 
The sweet smell of a Saturday summer morning filled my lungsThe sun was rising and the sky was ablaze with the glints of a million birdsIt is 2010. I am at camp- green trees, blue skies, and not a care in the world...  
Flowers need the sun. 
Those who do not have much Are an inspiration to me. They keep fighting. They are as strong as can be. Maybe they believe in hope Or possibilities. They deserve the world.
<p>Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win</p> <p>As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
The mind has a funny way of playing tricks on you, Even though you have it planned in your head what you want, your mind still takes over and tells you what to do.
You let your mind fall apart as your kindness labels you a nutjob. “You sit with her at a table all alone because you feel pity for her.”
As I grow up I’m loved My parents always sweet My world a treat Never facing much feats 
As I grow up I’m loved My parents always sweet My world a treat Never facing much feats 
There is only one way to love.  We work and work and still we fail Taking our breaks and trying to resolve  Only to leave each other and devolve  We're cheated and hurt, hoping for someone  Different. 
The inspiration I have gathered and grasped  from the ashes of this exhausted relief  fuels a fire untouchable to man    Rising up as the fire burns inside 
Glaciers are melting  Temperatures are rising Why aren’t people changing We still drive cars
hot. hot wax. burns it all away. i barely even flinch anymore. it's all new. White. Pink. a cooling touch of Green. each stroke of Brown. an angry claw. we dream of change forever.
Inspiration    Inspiration runs through my veins, coursing through my body- into my heart- into my soul- into my brain- it laces the ideas that come out of my mouth impacting myself-
When the gesture of kneeling demands to be heard And the rainbows in the sky earned their own parades, People are excited to check name boxes on paper, While goddesses of the workplace are finally being praised  
Bound with gold,  wine – flush cries,  running here on your prayer. By now If you trust and obey my words:  the evil will be gone by mine own words, 
Biodiversity makes up Earth, that's my decree. Animals big and small don't forget you and me I got a couple things to say about saving the Earth, 
When you are clueless what to do and what not to do When the wall ahead seems too high to cross When the road uphill seems too stiff to climb When the task in hand looks insurmountable to fulfil
It eats at me A constant feeling of wanting something else An empty hollow deep inside that burnt out pit of desire 
Burn choke crack Smoking Crack  To fill the crack  Smells like crack  To just get some smack Id be alive again Feel alive again  Try again  Walking on eggshells 
If I could change times arrows course, I’d hastily retreat it many a face To sail beyond your hearts remorse In search of the pain each morn embraced.
I’m not really much of a poet But know I can talk about a lot of crooked mess Cuz u never know what you’re really capable of Until you’re put thru the right test. 
Metal rings placed chains laced around my hands, legs, feet and waist. How many times will I let this happen? How many times can I let my family be disgraced?  
The smell of creosote reminds me of the place I live, but the salt air here reminds me of home. I see the way people change when they look. Really look.
You put me in the basement While he’s up there You just say life isn’t fair You say you wish things would change But you just call me deranged
Do you know that feeling?  Like when an app on your phone updates automatically. When you scroll through your phone you get this subtle feeling. That something is different. Not better or worse.
Leaving all of the pain  Out of the way Gotta make it right  'Cause I am better than that  Doubt and constrain Played with my brain Now I am goin' clean Make sure the lights are gonna turn green
From the distance, When the trees that obstruct, Are deconstructed, And the towers of steel, Are forced to kneel,
Growing up I had a perception of the world,  one that was filled with happiness, love, and friendship, but it soon began to slowly fade, just like past memories.
I remember the apathy. The uncoupling of my mind from my body, looking out the window as the Toyotas and Fords bombinated by in the dark. The top heavy tour bus rocked gently,
Hidden behind posters, Behind words, Behind screens.  A voice, a voice  Shouting in a tunnel, Bouncing off the walls,
      Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music I close my eyes When they open, I’m a little girl
Like a small seed beginning to sprout from the soil A story of many chapters begins The plot of a life's story cannot spoil As the small, naive child widely grins  
Always one to fall in line, I learned early to obey. Silence and respect protect Against the everyday.  
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity Is beauty, shining rays of special gold. This light is you, the newborn entity, A piece of Universe’s light made bold.
I realized I was no longer a kid,   When I left the sea   The sand leaving scratched memories,  
Yes, I’m scared. Yes, I’ve always hated change.  But it’s time. Independence, growth & a fresh start is on its way. A brand new state with no one I know in sight.  A campus I have only been to once.
Leaves  Falling away from their home Some with struggling grip on the emptiness around them. God wishing to turn over anew,
Everything suddenly changed, beneath the ground that started to split She thought her feet were on solid ground, a truth she brought herself to admit The sun could only shine for so long, while a million suns sustained her world
Times of old, times of ease  have slipped in whole. I have the keys,  to a new world,  people to please,  and money to earn. How did slow summer days where we could mess around
As the sun comes in my coat starts to change but not enough to alter my color. when the rain falls down i start to make sounds but the big kids view me as an “other”. The winds pick up
Staring in the mirror But a day or two ago The person that I saw No longer did I know The harder that I stared The more foreign she became The childish whims forgotten A new path to be displayed
I see the world differently. I grow taller and everything is smaller, But truly the world seems bigger And badder. The world is a mess. How can I do anything to make it better?  
Did you know, that when you grow up you mentally change, Did you know, that when you grow up you lose friends and family, Did you know, that when you grow up you have your ups and your downs,
Amongst all the safe havens brooding with yoylur presence could be one of those wondrous places.
Power  It isn't held within those who can afford it  Power  Is being the one to stand up when no one else does Power 
Leave it all behind. Embrace the new advenure. Become who you are.  
I will here plant a seed and feel the compost of forgotten years, and breathe the warm air of this, the present.  And wait in the world to see
It's funny how These days Kids jump into "I love You"s  Like they jump into cold, glistening pools during California Summers
The ugly truth: I wanted the world handed to me "It's not fair!" Though the world around me Is suffering through pain I'm too blind to see And if anyone else Even dared to complain, to compare
You were so quiet before. A meek, fragile sort. Your art was never seen by other eyes You thought they’d think you were telling lies.
Life is a journey. as time goes on we change, change is inevitable, and sometimes exactly what we need.  
Life is a journey. as time goes on we change, change is inevitable, and sometimes exactly what we need.  
Anger, a muscle memory, triggered by his voice now teasing, now taunting, now icy creeping in my ears and down my spine.    Like tomcats we clawed,  screeched at each other, like 
I remember wishing for curlier hair, smaller boobs and a bigger butt all these things I would never achieve. Beauty and the beast is what they seen in me. Beastly on the outside
I can recall-perfectly, A Time, Made of Gold   Not the gold, That you both laced around me, binding my neck and wrists.  
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
Black or white Red or Blue Left or right Right or wrong Good or evil Truth or Lie
Day in, day out What is it all about? I can’t deny This change I’ve taken Maybe I’ll be different.   I’ve walked through Depression I’ve walked through Anger I’ve fought my battles
Your world was in flames and mine caught fire Now I'm dealing with the fact that you aren't here, I'm so tired Of figuring out what went wrong and why we had to say goodbye
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,
Change can be sudden Change can be slow Change may not be felt Change can be subtle  
I used to be selfish , narrow minded I never knew what it was like to truly leave my own wishes behind n- till my grandma was ill and crows took flight I hated my sister all my life, but I realized 
  Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted And smothered in soil Until its cultivators find That they’re ready to water it,
The things I've noticed would certainly go unnoticedI've inherited the things you've done in the pastWhether that’s good or bad I know it'll last
I was in a box with a window, wathing the worlds go round.  Watching how good the world was to those who put in their share to those who worked hard to those who had patience.  
Life would never be the same without you. My small world was forever changed on that November day. I never really understood why this had to happen, and I cannot say I do now.
Change is going from childhood With blind Faith and innocence, To youth, unprepared to face their challenges. Change is believing that the world was a safe, big pillow to fall on,
  in my head   something was not right   it took time to realize    but i finally changed my life around    in my head    pain and fear swirled about 
Growing up I never wanted to Wanted to stay a kid for as long as I could.   First went recess then playing pretend. Later went classes of reading for fun.  
what will my life be   sadness surrounding  happiness encroaching  the yellow people astounding  my feelings began poaching 
Waking up on Saturday mornings for the sole purpose of hearing Elmo squeak about something new on Sesame Street, has long been overruled by new responsibilities.
A Year Alone I chose to go To somewhere that was quite unknown   Whole new ideas I had never heard Ways of thinking I thought were absurd   And all my thoughts?
There once was a British Indian girl, Who lived in British world. Eating her fish and chips, But still loving her Indian dips One day she was told, That she would have to leave her usual mold.
I’m going through my phone It’s been close to a year since that day When I lost the one I loved the most But for some reason their face pops up everywhere  
Some days are like a haze I start to realize that it was all a phase Who I am today isn’t who I’ll be tomorrow But “Everything happens for a reason”
I grow up faster,  Darkness chases the blind man; I must glow brighter.
I Stand. The fires burn me and I stand. The people scorn me, and I stand. Darkness hunts me, and I stand.  
Youth Without a care, Without a worry Endless afternoons out in the park Feeling the warm breeze on my face Blowing bubbles, Laughter, Smiles, School, Recess, Friends,
Now
Before... I was a humble slave Bowing before your wishes. I attempted to craft myself to your pleasing But it never lasted.  
Dear adults, This is a call to action, Every kid is looking for their passion, It is time that we take action But we are splitting kids up into factions Making the world composed of common core
“Same”- sounds safe. Almost easy Because When I wake up everyday, I knew I knew what tomorrow held   So used was I
Change is what scares me the most. But being afraid of something that is constant, Worrying over the what-ifs, and the “what’s next?” Will only create a scarier effect. So I travelled exactly 7,403 miles from home.
My heart beats faster and faster My legs shake and burn more with every running step How long have I been running? I can't remember. Its been so long,
                      When I look at that face there is nothing in. This world more clear then what I see, this is someone who’s achieved nothing. A being so afraid to change it does nothing but stare.The embodiment of sadness and anxiety.
The Streets are my teacher I've learned so much than what I could learn in a classroom Next thing 20 years down the line I'll be cleaning up people's room Thanks streets taught me how to make living
"The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself," The great Teddy Roosevelt bellowed.  But why can't we fear anything else? What is so wrong about fear?
A gifted talent no one's found Watching a TV with no sound Eating chips that crack too loud No verbal contact, I'm too profound To hide behind your lies and hold truth You're subtle but I have no proof
Do you ever miss a moment Before it's over? Or a person Before you leave them? Do you ever miss a place While you're still there? Or a feeling Before it's gone?
I was always a shy child. I would rehearse saying my name out loud In case my voice cracked I would fixate on every thought every
You should go. If you are not going, you’re staying. If you’re staying, you’re not playing. If you’re not playing, you will never win. So, you should go. Go!
Expectations and warnings Consider carefully the beginnings Every action has consequence Every inaction is opportunity Slipped Away. Oh, I’m brave So courageous I love to live outrageous
When you see a whole new world We will be as happy as can be Like the bird flying through the sky out of its cage When you see the historic hero's You will see what they went through
Looking back now There are many events  I wish I could change. People I trusted, People I loved, People I hated.   Oh how foolishly yound I used to be.
Can I be afraid of change  if I am miserable where I am? Years swept past me and I let myself rot, until I realized the role I play. Should I be afraid of leaving the only thing i have ever Known?
New   Change makes me uncomfortable I feel a connection  There’s something about someone who gets it, right?
Everyone says that change is hard However necessary to sustain life. It takes persistence when your way is barred. It takes diligence and a bit of strife.  
Springs under pressure: pushed deep, they rise up the highest. But only if they keep on pushing straight back.
On paper we're perfectBut underneath the surfaceThe perfect melts away To reveal we're broken, bruised, and brandedBy microscopic mistakes 
Arthritis that’s not too bad but psoriasis that is. Constantly disgusted by myself and no one will know because I do not want them to know.  
Working 9 to 5 on minimum wage, until old age. It's not about the money, honey. You don't fell brave, just like a slave, but you gave until you entered a maze. Confused and abused, you refuse to blow a fuse.
If I could change just one thing I would change the way I think about myself It really stings, Why am I so mean to myself And so nice to everyone else I wish I could change the way I think
If I could change just one thing I would change the way I think about myself It really stings, Why am I so mean to myself And so nice to everyone else I wish I could change the way I think
One Day By Abdur Raheem   When there is nothing but hate, only the people shall rise.
In the words on Jean Piaget, "The principle goal of education in the schools should be creating men & women who are capable of doing new things, not simply repeating what other generations have done." And for that, our modern-day school system
And here I thought these feelings for you had expired, but then the moment I saw you again..damn, so inspired. In my heart, I thought, I no longer sought, for you to have a place. Until again we were face to face. The type of face..
Flowers can't grow without water,  Love can't grow without guidance.  Flowers can't grow with stress,  Love can't grow with hate.    Flowers bloom and die, 
Lord A prayer for the man I love He's so messed up Yes A prayer because I'm at a loss He's cheated enough Say A prayer for me from your heart In satan's snare he's caught And me
Tupac once said that's just the way it is things will never be the same. AN he right police brutality happening everywhere an no one puts up a fight. Last year they had punish a Muslim day ain't no one open they mouth or have a thing to say.
Ripple September 10, 2018 ~ Monday Daddy Hello, you who held me when I was just a baby To you, who watched me Swathed and bottle fed me
It’s a tragedy for those of us who stay the same When time tries to heal, but we stand against the winds of change Because you resist, you’ll make the same mistakes Those are the choices of us living not in love but hate
This piece is a comment on gun violence in America, an issue I am incredibly passionate about. I participated in the March for Our Lives in my city and have been a vocal part of my community on this issue.
Wake up, America the girls are crying, souls are dying brothers in neighborhoods, broke as hell but they’re trying, their utmost best against an unjust system that
Like a wildfire, it spreads The hatred, the anger Like a domino effect, it follows The pain, the sorrow Driven by rage Control is lost
All these issues in the world, don’t sugar coat it. I know you that you know this: slavery was supposedly protected by the bible, I hope we grow from this! Separating families is legal only because of POTUS.
The Fighting NEVER Stops, And In The End The Battle Is Lost. I See Pain In Many Eyes, The Reason Is Simply The LIES. Many Promises Made Token, Are Soon To Be COMPLETELY Broken.
dreamer noun 1. a person who dreams; 2. an escapist ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To the DREAMers 
I've always wanted love But now I don't want to want it. I always craved touch  But dislike it when you touch me. I've always wanted loyalty And to be treated like I'm royalty
RED
the shade of our skin, the color of our eyes, the shape of our noses, the way our hair falls, things we don’t decide yet they seem to be  deciding factors in how we see eachother,
As a kid two brothers on either side of my timeline our play time was mostly outside, playing violent baseball and digging up worms for fishing. In doing this I never understood
I was up early this morning, and saw a sunrise. The whole sky was the purple-grey, and it scared me.   Last night, when I was still up, I looked outside and the whole sky was purple-black
My life is changing fast, it seems And gone are old, familiar scenes My heart, once steady, will careen, I'm losing those on whom I lean - Why is it life can be so mean? What can I do? I want to scream!
Eve Edgar Power Poetry 23 September 2018 Winter Weather
We don't ask for change.   And that's fact, not fiction.   Not prepared for when they staled, strangled, and suffocated "Language Arts" Then stripped away "Arts,"
You taught me to be kind You taught me to be great You taught me to take time  You taught me to appreciate  You taught me my love for trees You taught me my love for photos You taught me my love for bees You taught me my love for Coco  You taught
One hop, two hop Three hop, Four, How many hops till I know my test score? I read and I read, Make sure it is right, But i can’t help seeing
One hop, two hop Three hop, Four, How many hops till I know my test score? I read and I read, Make sure it is right, But i can’t help seeing
The screen stares back at me Skyscrapers, mountains, giants The eyes stare back at me Film with its paramount guidance    How they can change me  Then a scene unrolls  I think I know everything
I would do anything Not to become my mother I would go anywhere Not to become my mother I would be anyone Not to become my mother  
Brother, father.  A son and daughter.  See, fresh water.   Look, there’s an otter!   What’s an otter doing underwater?   
Hey honey, how are you? I am really proud of you. You've made it through all these years, through many smiles and hidden tears. You've made it through those toughe times
Thoughts are not reality They don't mean a thing Believing your thoughts can be devastating What your thinking may not be true A rush to judgment that may really hurt you
In an era where the only feeling is time That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”
I fight the darkness of the heart The hidden and dangerous part Closed with a bolt, local and key The secret of forgotten past left to be Lost, there is no way I see out, Deepening darkness creates my doubt
You
You used to be my comforter, Now you are my tormentor.   You used to be my guardian, Now you are my warden.   You used to be my protector, Now all you do is hover.  
She was like the wheel- mind always turning with a strong grip on reality. Eager to reinvent herself.
I saw you today. You sat there and laughed. I was near certain That I was going mad. I watched you sit there, With a laugh and a smile. I nearly started crying. Haven't seen them in a while.
I waved hello to an old bent tree Unsure where the journey would end. I never expected that, waiting for me, Was a wooden and wonderful friend.  
Right, veering right,Left, swooping left.Orange cones, white lines, speed bumps Preventing me from zooming so fast.But I wouldn't because... I know me.
Placing words on this paper 
Tears are rolling down the audience's cheeks and the sound of laughter continously bounces off the many walls in the theatre. Spirits are uplifted and beliefs are questioned.
Dear Men, I can't even remember the first time I was catcalled as it happens so frequently it now feels like a routine.
I was eight and life was simple Simple enought to ride my bike whenever I wanted I wanted to explore, find new places Places like hidden paths and back roads Roads that led me to a church that was empty
Like the loose little coins that jingle around in my pocket. Thoughts tumble around inside my head. I am not the person I was a year ago.
it's dark. illuminated by the light of a phone's flashlight, i write. i write of worlds i was never a part of, worlds i am both lucky and unlucky not to have been born into.
I never feel like I belong anywhere and I always feel as though I'm in someone else's space.  I don't think this is the way I am suppose feel, I miss being secure and stable in the person I was.
How often have we yearned of being, Swept off your feet and cradled? My blood,
you ever get that gut feeling? achy but accurate. eyes travelling to his, bile rising in waves striking the shore of my mouth. taste as putrid as
hark what words i speaketh to thee for i shall not repeat them; if thy wishes to be more than a speck on this tiny world follow the path that goes high and far
Once upon a time Life was perfect  There were no mountains to climb
A rock falling lopsided through space. Yet, we the tenants of such an obscurity, Consider ourselves to be the makers of God. With black powder and fossil fuels we go rushing through the blackness,
I can dream of all Summer, winter, fall Flying in the sky Makes me never cry Wanna be the one That changes tears in fun...
there is a doll i own it resembles me, down to the bone so whenever i start to change my ways it changes too, on the same days one day i decided to change it myself even though i knew it could change itself
Our founding fathers figured that we have to sacrifice some individual freedoms to secure larger freedoms for all.
Up, up, up and down the softest petals and hardest crown the earth has fallen clear and clear with birds that all the world can hear
Break the bonds of doubt You are a slave to you, Change you To change your world, If you don't change your approach The outcome will not change. Break the bonds of fear You are chained to you
who are we now sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls whose eager teeth met by the brick river on days like this i wonder what it would be like to be us again-
“What would you change?” When I was younger, my entire class was asked this exact question
Use your  Voice.  Not a  Gun.  Education is the best opportunity my poverty-ridden eyes have seen. 
Let’s go back to times of peace.  Times when women didn’t have to fear walking alone in the dark just to go home, And children didn’t have to fear their lives while learning how to read and do math, 
Everybody has different eyes Everybody views things differently So how can we be in the same world, the same time, the same town, but see different things We were raised differently
Dear Anon,   The anonymous you. The unknown to the world, but known deep to my heart. You’ve been there. Deep inside of me. You’ve heard the beats and rhythm. You’ve shaped and molded it to the way you wanted it.
I, a deer in blinding headlights. Whirring wheels screech against the asphalt. Demanding movement but provoking frozen fear.  
Dear Change,   I used to embrace you. My young self loved you. You came often and always had a good outcome. Middle school, high school, softball teams. You were there for all of it.  
Innocence was on the verge of breaking as the bills were paid and emotions were shaking. The words "if only" stung the air as she breathed deeply with
Dear Life,
Just ridiculous You see someone on the street And as soon as you meet You categorize. You tell people you don’t mean to do it
Dear J,    You've grown into a man that has been through the ages  But the little piece of you reminds me of the guy I've known in high school Makes me miss you deeply like a rain that doesn't stop crying 
I have always thought the Spanish language was beautiful Passionate, romantic, lovely Spanish Sounding as graceful as a butterfly wing  
I was 14 (the first time I was called a dyke) And we laughed Because society Is changing And I love that Just like I love everyone
Dear Dad, I look back on the days When you showed me all of your love Showed me all of your care When I thought you just acted tough   Always left your side fast
Want to see where this shortage of discipline kicks in? Take a peek at US presidential elections Inflating white hate whome congregate behind behind racist gates like devolving apes
We live in a world where hate is still here We live in a world where you can be an unarmed black man but still get the nine bullets to your back Speaking up equals speaking back
                The Black (pt. 2) In seventeen years All the roots have settled The roots are strong, They breathe. In seventeen years Our sun has curated Created Our plentiful harvests
Dear world,   I often ponder your composition A seeming giant reservoir of water Flowing as one, united   But is this really true?
Dear broken heart, The comfort of childhood friendships ripped away by the appeal of high school recklessness and self discovery. As you seem to find yourselves,
Dear twenty-seventeen there's a lot of things you showed me like how time can move so slowly then get faster than you'd like there's a lot of things that happened    like my highschool days at home
Dear Future Self,   Do you remember the beat The thumping of feet Up and down the halls In and out of classrooms
Dear World,
To My First Love, Oh boy did I love you. We went from nothing to everything in under a month. A couple of dates, to hanging out every single day. I was on top of the world with you.
Mirror, mirror, upon my wall. Tell me is this even me at all.  You have no choice but to show my reflection. Show me this and I'll pick out a new imperfection. So, what will I do today?
They say that the war between good and evil is a war that can never be won, that where there is light, darkness must come. I’m not saying that shadows are bad, that darkness is wrong,  orshould be exiled, I’m saying that darkness is not the name t
What an interesting feat to recall What Hannah was composed of in January of 2017   What made her tick? What kept her going? Junior year was kicking her butt That memory remains
I always told you the truth I figured it was common courtesy But you molded it Into a monster you used against me. I watch you
To My Fellow Twenty-Somethings:   Oftentimes, the millennial generation -- The generation of which we are at the tail-end -- Gets a bad rep.  
Dear haters,
Hi  I'm 18 years old  Or should I say 18 years young  But old enough for to know my rights and wrongs.  It doesnt mean I always do what's right. 
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
The sun reflected milky white off my skin outside the gym When you asked me where my sister was I told you that she was sick   You asked me what I meant  
Belac, my Belac, my unknowing Belac. . .    Did you know that the first time I saw you I knew there was something?  The wiff of your hair gel stayed with me Like smells that are meant to be remembered forever
Teach kids! They tend to learn. Why make school a prison? Teachers should only get to teach. Teach kids!
//Patience//        there has been a change.    await, await ; in the sound of fate ,   no mantra to convince you ; no ecstasy to taint you .   far away, far away ; stands 
Dear World, I made a choice, I chose a chance A chance for freedom freedom for all For immigrants, for natives For love, no hatred. Hatred is a weapon A weapon I will not use.
Dear Graduates,   We are born of the world. So introspective. So divine. Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles and daily routines,
Awkward man, awkward manners. Awkward man gets on the Internet. Awkward man conversates with fans of a show. Awkward man is a fan of a show, A show involving animated and colorful ponies.
To my once best friend who made me laugh, and taught me things I never knew To my once best friend who  Gave me many fun things to do  To my once best friend who At one point, made me feel brand new 
I tried for a slam poetry kind of rhythm:   Hey Earth, I'm sorry that you're feeling this way. I'm sorry that we're turing you from blue to grey. I'm sorry that I don't know what to do or say,
New life, new me. That’s how it’s gonna be, I was a sinner, lost at sea I screamed for help, and God heard my plea He reached down in the waters, and rescued me
Dear mother I know you didn't mean to I know you didn't want it to hurt me  Dear mother why couldn't you see my pain  Why couldn't you hear my cry Didn't you know I had a storm inside 
It’s not okay You know, it’s just not It’s not okay that I can’t just be me You say that me is all I can be But, then, tell me why I can’t be me when I’m with thee.
i'm laying in bed listening to old songs that used to bring me comfort and happiness and joy. now they only bring back sweet pangs of nostalgia and forgotten emotions. at least at the time i had people 
October 7th, 2017 Today was a horrible day. There have been more and more days like today. And I met a boy. He smokes cigarettes, and hits me when he drinks. He tells me I am worthless.
I'm not sure how it happened, but I woke up one day to realize I haven't aged in a very long time These bodies don't define who we are
Sensing change in the breeze, Hearing music in rustling leaves, Finding hope in the strength of the trees, Seeing beauty in the birds flying free, That feeling of wonder when you stop to believe,
Why must you, leave as the leaves I love you, but leave you must Forget us, leave our dead tree We’re apart, like steel and rust  
Relationships can change like gusts of wind I know not of what you were thinking then             How did you ever get me oh so pinned You were changing me again and again  
Because I love you, my stems have begun to grow from the roots of your heart. My romance for you has fluctuated, leaving you dumb-founded, I exulted in distance and animosity,
Don't lie to me please. I felt the shifting, I felt the metal creaking in your mind  I felt the idea wheels turning  Dont lie to me please.  I felt when the I Love You was merely infatuation 
Can you hear the silence? Can you taste the tears? Can you see the dark? Can you mend the wounded? Can you feel their heart?
I'm desperate for a change Right now my life is strange My past seemed so simple But now I get stressed over anything It makes me cripple Can I just hit rewind? Take me back to the time
the skin i wear is dry.  i fear that my knees  have been on the floor  for too long. pleading for my loss  to return.    my mother said,  “mix lime with honey, 
I reach down and take your hand in mine And it is cold but still comforting As we look down from this hill Together We can stay here, if you want At least until kindergarten
My coat has missing buttons It simply will not close The open coat sends shivers From my head down to my toes My coat lost all its buttons When it caught on something rough
My skin used to be an armor and as courageous as I seemed it was all just this facade that made sleep make me feel like I could be redeemed.   But I was lost and I wasn't me.  
The days have been rough, the hours long It is a one-sided battle, no one can win That is not true love Tears have been shed, I know not by you That is not true love
Today I fucked on a letter you wrote to me a long time ago What it means? I dont know. But you wrote about Our garden.
To be numb was always the safest route:there were no alternates, no endangering side roads,a straight runway- avoidance of any emotion. I did not think I wanted to change,
They used to hold me softly when I started to break Like a thing made of fragile glass to be treated With the wariness and fear of the untouchable. But not you. You hold me in iron embrace,
What perfect means to me Is no perfection at all. It means that you are clumsy, You are loud, You are quiet, You are graceful. It means that you are awkward, You are simple,
Why do yours shake when they reach my waist why do they make me want to grow smaller and smaller and dissapear why do your fingernails dig into my skin as I speak
There is a strong argument going on within me, a fight if I'm not mistaken. My soul really wants to do this but my body strongly disagree.
Sitting on a bench that is   some shade of red. Burgundy. Knees jerk while the rest of the body   quietly shivers. Another long night closing at the store, which is to be followed by a long night
Time is ticking away and in the blink of an eye everything has changed. Those friends you once knew each on their own path so that when you meet it is "Hey long time no see."
We tend to live for those who judge,We tend to forget that we’re masters of our own soul,If we look for our - selves the whole time,Why let somebody change it all. Love is what you give, how it makes you feelNot about what you get because it all f
it smells like it's going to rain the air outside, despite the sun, suggests a downpour  of golden droplets onto my head and hands  healing drops to help me realize 
It is the will of few men,That many must die,Petty feuds to mend,And boys in graves to lie, 
Princess so fair come over here, Give me a kiss that will save you life. Prince so cute where are you? Give me a kiss that will save my life. We are beautiful , You are bubblegum pink,
I am dizzy but not fainted,I am scrubbed raw, but I am tainted,I am despised, I am hated,And these are the things I wish weren't true,I've hurt those around me,Been the person I never want to be,
Mirror mirror on the wall What will be the death of us all?   She sat there making judgment of who is most fair Where dreams come true, she lived a nightmare
This world is inhibited with cruelty and vengeance Where they gather today to reside the reminiscence.   We are our own oblivion, shattering ourselves with the knowledge of nothingness. Death awaits-
Dear Doubtful Loved Ones,   My mental illness is not a product Of failed relationships. My mental illness is not a result Of someone not loving me. My mental illness is not based
Dragging hearts, Falling feats, Fading art, Slowing beats, THEN Gaining vigor Moving on, Growing rigor, Finding dawn.
Inhale and exhale We breathe, but better when we sleep. And move, as though a boat set to sail.
What if white were black and black were white, What if night were day and day were night. Would things stay the same Or would they suddenly change? You see, it's all about the meaning, not about the name.
This war we're fighting is more important than we know, It more than simply being 'rebels' or 'feeling the flow' It's about making a world filled with hope. It's more than words on page, Than going through a phase,
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
My love is Beautiful My love is Kind. Mantras that I keep in Mind. I am Amazing I am Great I start to feel the ground it shakes. I want to Love To feel my Soul
Take it easy Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see, But you’re quick to burn too fast... Be mindful & burn slow...
I Rose from the covers of the earth That nurtured me till my birth Gaily and slowly clearing my eyes Above I see the bright blue skies I sway with ease with my leaves
Guns, death, anger at race Too many times have tears rolled a face To cry is to express pain and distress America seems to be in that state of mess
There is a spray tan in the oval office.  I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.  The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall. 
Forget the blood lines that make our trees bright red Forget the colors that highlight our lively skin Brothers, sister, mothers and fathers We are all something bigger, better and stronger Yet…
America, land of the free. America, home of the brave. America, home of the immigrant.   Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
I grew up in America, America the beautiful.  But somehow along the way things changed,  I do not recognize my country now. I miss her more every day.   
America, the brave? More like America the Slave. Founded on the oppression Of millions, and millions. Our ideals of freedom are only for those
The present cannot be judged by its occupents.
America How could you? I trusted you, I believed  in you, And now with every passing day I weep As this once great nation is now in shambles.   How could we stray so far
The world is big, the world is crazy But in this world, you can’t be lazy Discrimination is the problem If we can fix that then maybe we will be saved No more war no more hate
O'Merica, My brown colored skin was never considered competition, Instead it's laughed at behind closed doors, Growing up I often wondered, Quite often actually, What people died to come here for,
My country has the sounds of freedom.  My country has the laws of justice. My country has the land of liberty.  My country is my home. It is a home to me and to many alike and unlike me.   
Grim are the days when Grass does not whisper And silent run streams But no one listens To know the difference
America, A country that's known for its supposed greatness America, A country that's known for its presumed freedom America, A country that's known for its "many oppurunities for all"
They call us the greatest. Sometimes we can know why. But if we are tastelesss,  then we're hung out to dry. They elected Lincoln was honest, brave, and true. Now our morals are sinkin'
Am I Brave, as they say? Or do I continue for my fear Of failing? Equality, Individuality Unity, Diversity The archaic American Ideals
Change is inevitable Change the inevitable Life is a repeating bell curve Ups and downs on a massive scale And America is on the down turn -                    Unemployment: 4.5%
I battle with fate. I battle it, I battle it!My control, not yours! Let my decisions mean something. What kind of depression comesfrom trying and doing and acting and kicking and screaming just to see
poems for cash? poems to bash? land of the debt students who fret learn they say till one day you'll have sway teacher teacher land of the debt cheeks always wet
Remember when the sky was blue? When there were no planes nor motors too. The days of travel dragged on and on,  often taking lives like falling flies.   But as time moved on, the hardships were gone.
We’re starving as a country We needed a change, But this isn’t what we wanted. We say “we,” But we function as “I.” I didn’t want this
O say can you hear the black man's screams through the shots What so proudly we blame the girls skirt length for the boy's crime Whose broad assumptions deny a safe haven to innocent Muslim families
Stunning America, a special child from birth/Freedom her absent father, Liberty her mother/At a ripe young age she would have to prove her worth/And join forces with Justice, her unborn brother/ When Justice was born, a premature being was he/His
America the Great, or so she used to be... We the people traded in our life and liberty. We're slaves to media now  surrounded by what other people think, struggling for independence like a spider in a sink.
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring. 
She’s read history books about this moment 
Comb through your luscious, red hair, And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire, Betwixt the very sand and sky— I could just cry, For in due time, I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
Looking up at the stars feeling the grass on feet tears in eyes blood in the street. The wind is howling, the birds all scream, at the horrendous crimes that the media eats.
As we have 1.6 Million people on the steets braving nature as if we are in year 1. As we have 4.9 percent of Americans unemployed, not counting those not even looking for jobs.
Feeling the warm rays of golden sunlight, their gentle touch carresing my exposed skin as I lay still listening, watching... The murmurr of the leaves a whispering all of the secrets never heard,
A  w  a  v  e   to a stranger despite their shore may capture a smile through times of war. Running               for
Since when did a lack of opposable thumbs become a death sentence? Abused dogs, grilled cows, and fur-coated chinchillas All want the same the thing We take that dream of living away from them
America The Country that rose from oppression Filled with people with their own mission We strive for success whatever the stakes Pushing ourselves to achieve it no matter what it takes  
Zero to thirteen to fifty Farm to factory to firm From dreams 'till fate From duty 'till freedom In justice In unity Unwavering that waving Unstifling that soul
Women standing in the crowded downtown, Hold home-made signs in their hands. Many of them read,  "Keep your laws off my body". I am one of these women who stand, Although my hands are empty.
The place where my mom's cold hands touched my forehead And the place where cool misty breezes kissed my cheeks. Take me back.   The place where I fell asleep on the carpet
I sit here alone in the dark staring out the window counting fading stars waiting. Waiting for dreams that will never come true Waitig for promises to be pursued 
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
Oh say can you see? By the dawn’s early light The big wall towering Over us all upright Whose broad bricks And bright clay
Do I think America is great of course   But do I think it could be better definitely There is so much that can be done in order to make America different  Different from what all the other countries could ever be
For my country, my heart swells with pride; The land where my rights are upheld, and never denied.   But I must confess, Our country is a constant work in progress.   To me it’s a shrouded mystery,
I hope to make a change. Change. Difference. Impact. I hope to make a change that will help people. People. Spirit. Brothers and sisters. I hope that I can help right this wrong world.
Land of the free Home of the brave Cruel individuals litter the streets With their lies and sneers When will people be genuine again? America is filled with cheaters and liars
the beast beneath me  the beast above  the beast within me  the beast unloved  this beast is wild  this beast is free but love captured it's mind who would love something so beastly?
I Hi there! Please go away now! You don’t belong here!  You don’t look like us, You don't sound like us, and You don’t do things like us!
i snap and snarl when thoughts dark and vial  are found inside my head  so with my jaws  and help from the Lord  i shake them out of my head  when the thoughts grow back 
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
A butterfly so beautiful, with wings so unique.Fluttering quietly; with not much purpose, other than to be looked at in awe. This exhilarating being happen to land on my shoulder. At that moment, I could only question my very existence.
My past life used to appeal to me, now it is dreary in comparison. No one I truly loved, no full happiness, no perfect peace. I could fall asleep without tears or anguish,
Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w
To take away, with the accordance of a fowl, the flight of a child is not the loss of air.   The wings that protrude from the back of your aims are the soul that keeps one on fire;  
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
Change is old It's an eternal idea To imagine a year in the life Oh what growth to behold I'm becoming a wife To my true love I'm a student To reach my potential An employee
There are no monsters in the closet-- Not yet. Because the fangs of friends have yet to be sharpened School is a land of heroes and misfits
  Some things change  People leave, love,
Winter of last year; although friends were plentiful, the blistering cold influenced a focus on the individual-- me.
From youth, I knew not all plants grow -- Some are cut at the roots, Some sprout of row, And some never see the light of day And feel the rain on their leaves And the sun on their cheeks
I once wandered the lands- with nothing but the dust. The journey I took- I had no one to trust. My year long journey- began in the spring It was at this time, lonliness began to sting.
My mind was once a machine, whirring as if to say, Think is not fleeting. One idea, one belief, that was enough for me, Think is not feeling.
Nighthorse Chan 1/19/17 I look at the person I was a year ago. Contemplating if I changed… I don’t know. And that I realize When I look into the eyes Of the boy that evolved to a man who has grown.
This past year of late, I changed, as one would say- But untraceable to the outside world, Only I know the change.
Why is change good? What happend to if it aint broke don't fix it? I used to be in a good time in my life The days sped by and the nights were a blink Now I go through the motions and hope I dont sink. 
Times have changed and I’m aboard the timeless train. The clock goes tick tock and I watch dimensions pass me by ...In attempt to hold onto past circumstances,
Who she was last year, Compared to what she is now. A vessel of honey, Transformed into malt vinegar. But is it a surprise that a girl so young and hopeful 
On a special morning in December  20 years ago I landed with only 2 suitcases I cried, missing all the familiar faces I was scared
In one year of agingI grow to be seniorthis status is not mentalI still have so far,to go. So far,have I comegreat distances traveledgreater obstacles climbedand the greatest people met. I follow otherslike waters to the moonsthe deepest ripples f
I hear the news It's life changing fate It brings the blues Yet, I can not negate       To break many mends I feel it's to soon It's going to end, But I may bloom  
Fatal Infatuation   As a child I was told of the significance of what we call love The sweet serendipity that it brings to your life
I am from the suburbs and I am unaware of what the city has to offer and how it will shape me   I love to make sure people can trust me in a relationship I love having other people rely on me  
Before, She laid in a hospital bed Now, she makes sure the dogs are fed.  Before, She was surrounded by nurses. Now, she collects designer purses.   Her family used to hope and try
Falling asleep with someone is comforting, Waking up intertwined is gaiety. But trusting someone is hard and trusting yourself is the hardest.Lips on that bottle, crying until your smell was no longer lingering,Life became transparent.My future wa
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.
Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes. Some of them we don't remember because we’re deep in sleep. Some we don't remember because our unconscious will not keep.
All my life has been torture bending backwards from the swing of words hanging off the edge of mountain’s wishing someone would stop and pull me
You're alone, and it hits you. You are not quite, you. Your friends can feel it. You don't go out. You don't smile. You don't live. You've changed. It's like you're not
Every year starts with a resolution for many, but for me it was an epiphany. First some humor; resolution broken down is, "re-solution,"
I think the most confusing element We try to understand in life Is time   Time is unchanging Something unknown To the human race
Mi amor, you left me cold. You arrived out of the blue. Then you charmed me And made me feel safe.   I felt emotions more deeply Than I ever thought possible. I fell in love with you.
The year is 2012 and I am not okay The cinderblock walls suffocate me As I listen to everyone around me  They're talking, they're talking Talk, talk, talk An endless symphony of gossip and jokes I don't get
Time passing slowly, slower, slower still senior sweatshirts caps and gowns graduation gifts beach days each day a little slower yet a little faster COLLEGE
With no change, comes no growth; As the pendulum swings,  we watch as time goes by, faster than the blink of an eye; Mid semester, junior year, work starts to pile up, work not handed in, 
There's something that stirsUnder the surfaceOf my skinIt CreepsAnd CrawlsAnd Begs to get in  
it was winter when we met   and summer when you left   maybe there’s some irony in that,   but i haven’t found it yet.   as soon as our eyes met,  
2016 changed me. I felt afraid, Angry, Sad, Frustrated, Hopeless. I saw acts of terror, Hate, War, Fear. I wished for strength, Peace, Love, Acceptance.
I traded my sorrows for a pretty face And a bottle I traded my sorrows for him And a cigarette to my lips My sorrows were replaced
  the weatherman always lies.     Friends were supposed to bring the sun but took it to another part of town
The sun rose and shone on my face through the window I threw myself out of bed and fixed my hair I walked up to my mirror and realized that I wasn't looking at my own reflection Her hair was a mess
A year ago I would drop pioson in every drink  I would lock myself in a tall tower I would  stab myself in the back I was shocked everytime it bled No one teaches you how to stop hurting yourself
Ever changing into someone new Must be life’s way of saying “boo!” Out of the house and on my own, I don’t want to take out another loan. I’ll make things work.
Over the course of years, Over the course of days, Over the course of writing this sentence The so-called "future" has changed immensely Similar to how seasons occur Changing colors, changing shapes
Oh how the winds have changed all wind blows with the curviture of the earth but not all whip and burst in the same directions   Some winds dash throgh the trees and encourage leaves to dance
Small and quiet This frail child, Always seeking validation from others Always wanting to know what she did was okay Did she look right? Did she walk right? Is her hair in place? Is she sitting up straight?
I am a new progression of chords on a major scale. My irovy is the same with a new collection of notes. Instead of them clashing as they have done before, they harmonize into a scale of grace.
Change Measured in what? In seconds/minutes/months/years/who we are Versus who we were Versus how long it has been
They say high school is the best time of your life  But it made me hate myself  I compared myself relentlesly  To my friends who always seemed superior  I thought they had it all together 
The "Looking Glass Self" says that how others view us is how we view ourselves. It's amazing to think that we see ourselves through the eyes of someone else.
I sowed tolerance and kindness Into crimson earth Noble seeds nurtured by quiet altruism, Blessed by a watchful God.   I reaped denial and illusion Saw a heart too tolerant
I’m worn and withered from being this bird. Of fire and ash, ash and fire. Over and over, morning-born, evening ebbing. Waking up weary in the fluttering, frail flakes burned paper, song, and skin.
Next time you see me, I may look the same The same short blonde hair framing a pale face The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses But don’t be fooled  
As the leaves have fallen down So does my heart go Bare trees rooted in the ground Yet I fly away   Twelve months ago where were you Seasons have changed you Twelve months later a new you
They say that up to half of college students go in not knowing what to do struggling, drowning in money while they try to choose. Pick one
If you asked me to describe who I was last year I could not tell you Even she would not have the words to depict herself She had no clue Insecurities and emotions skewed her self-image Until she grew
The attention span of a teenager is no more than 20 minutes But I sit in my 90 minute English class Sitting in my bland grey, uncomfortable chair I hear my teacher say
The world is changing. For better, or for worse? Last year people seemed to overlook me In my surroundings I felt cursed What did I done wrong? I asked I received no answer, so I wore a mask
Perhaps the world is naught but a bubble, hovering and twirling with the winds of Fate- 'oer sands of Time, and Wonder. Our hourglass past a fading dream- the spark of Hope snuffed like a candle in the breeze.
The world is not mine It never was, and never will be I am an infinite speck on the horizon Who is finally dedicating their life
Rowing the little boat over the roaring tides and underneath the thundering clouds, I hold onto the life I had lived before. The load got heavier, the rain fell harder and the waves crashed with more anger. I surveyed the black water, looking for
Dear me a year ago... I would like to imagine to myself as though I were a boy trapped in his own mind that somehow this letter would greet you with a remeniscent face, but I know such a thing won't happen.
Time changes us As we grow older We forget who We once were
“You’re not the same”, they say But now I am confused “You’ve really changed”, they say I thought that’s what I was supposed to do.   The moment I left for college I knew my choice was right
Two Thousand Sixteen   Tomorrow I'll do better   Two Thousand Seventeen  
She gave up that retirement plan So she could become all that she can Pushing away the money vice She knows what it means to make a sacrifice   Gripping on the helm of fate Praying it's never too late
I was the one with that slaughtered her trust I was the one who made him lust I was the one with the title on my name , the title that has put me to shame.I was the one who showed no pain , no reason for me to let them see my pain .I am the one th
As my life goes on & my days get shorter , I start to realize that the people I met in my past were not meant to be in my future. I excogitate on this topic heavily because I think of it as a sign of the old me , morphing into a bigger & b
“yeah, I used to get panic attacks myself.” my ease surprises me. I’m relaxed, not like the calm before a storm when havoc is about to wreak. just calm. no storm.  
America the Great? No, America is hate. Divided by supremacy yet, we're called "United States." The unfortunate reality but I still have faith that we'll make it through together,
To those who wait     It is hard to think That one day  all this is not going to matter The parties The boys The grades One day You will forget about this
So little time, so much change. I look back on myself from the beginning of 2016 The insecure, worrisome, self-conscious girl.
Bloodless   If in designation we find substance, We are neither truly rich nor poor.   I know what you see when you look at me. At least I fear as you.
2016 came around Basketball dominated my mind. It gave me joy I had found It was my last season I was sad for it to end, and for a good reason It was my passion, it gave me life
Anxiety. Fear. Panic. My world is about to make a complete 180 Just make it through graduation without being manic You did it. What’s next? You’ll have to do your best I am alone now. Time to make my own way
          All I saw was loss At loss of words and feelings          But I am still here 
The way she walks transmogrifies My brain into soft clouds and kites When below is where reality lies Sweetly, strongly, in those silt brown eyes   Around those black river rocks, madsmoothed
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead  But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head  "I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "2016." "2016 who?"
A year ago I thought nothing could get worse It will get better- After all, it is January the first Underneath the bedsheets, I cried and cried Silence is fine- After all, it is better than to confide
I am aware that  I've fallen  Into some bad habits lately  But I am unaware that  Human is a disease  This is just different Let me make mistakes
You see me in the smoke Circling your chimney,  Ever-present yet peripheral.    If only you knew... Even fire can't keep you warm.    You feel the embers of a flame
 I stand here as today becomes yesterday, things that are become things that were. And the closest of friends’ drift away,
I find myself in a little dilemma. One for the ages, like those in the books. A story of joint existence, and conjoined interest. The world was a place like no other, but then you stepfoot.
Ever since I was five I've had stage fright,and recurring terrors every night.I used to lay in my bed,while negative images flowed throughout my head.
Hello, Dakota It's your teacher, kreiger I need you to listen I need you to be calm. There has been a fire It was at your house Your farm is incinerated everything there is gone.
Time is an illusion. At first, you don't agree but after some thought, you begin to wonder. Am I an illusion? Is this world? At first, you laugh but after a minute, you begin to think.
I’m different now. I find myself searching for the peace I used to have The peace that was given to me The peace that surpassed understanding. I find myself struggling to find optimism
same old, same new. you look back  and boom. everything has changed. but where? you woke up the same as yesterday.   but   your hair is longer, your body is older,
My heart beats the same as ever My eyes see just as poorly My nose works just as well Yet I am different   When I roll out of bed late
You were in my life before I even knew,  A boy who sat quietly two seats away. With your glasses and your sweet little smirk,  You took my world by the reigns. A pure smile and delightful tone, 
The concept of time is so strange We never realize how much in a year that we change The sun always rises and it's a blessing to be awake Another chance to fix yesterday's mistakes 
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
As time goes on, so does age. Appearance grows of greater importance — or less, Makeup changes as one realizes how bad it was. Hair changes as one needs something new in life.
  Caught between one life and the next, the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing. Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes humming up through jagged earth. My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
I never really understood life This constant process looking for a drive Not taking in what was achieved  But looking at the future and old please  I learned that life is a game Some people more constrained 
I believe that many say, time changes It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes, You  I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
In 2015 I was too shy and lonely to even speak Wanted to turn so many words down, but I was too weak   A year ago, was hurt with words, vision blurred Mind and body stirred
She was an artist,  She was a beautiful, lost soul,  Everyone knew she would change the world, Except for her,  She did not know what she would do,  She did not know her potential, 
Breathing, fleeting, nonexistent memories turned into dreams Waking, realizing, the world isn’t as it seems.  This life is temporary, find yourself now.   
A new year meant a new start. The beginning was a blast,  and when that clock struck midnight everything was in the past.   When spring came around,  things began to change.
Pencil shavings became a sign of accomplishments A’s became common Teachers became leaders School became a creative space.  Glances became kisses
A valuable year soars by, Opportunities and experience it provides. Yet a greedy year glides by, Toxic relationships and people it hides.  
love be tender  love be rich  love me till my final breath  love be faithful  love be kind  love be the trusting lifeline  love be gentle  love be whole 
Everyday I woke, I worked, all day to day, no change.The broken record called "My Life", was simply played away.Routine will grind your smallest bones of vigor into naught,and as day and day pass away you'll find your heart has stopped.For me, for
Shoveling driveways, my ligaments at risk of a deep freeze, I earn my worth.Saving money, temptations of Pinterest, I earn my worth.Studying units, sleep deprivation clawing at the backs of my eyelids, I earn my worth.Building a GPA, drowning in a
It has been 4 years I can finally say goodbye I will say it with content Because it was a battle I thought I would never forget One change has given me that power The power to say goodbye
Years go by as they always do Some go fast, others slow, But never a year taken so long As this year's past. Changes occur as they always do. Some welcome, some not. Haircuts and new friends,
Changed because of this Stayed the same because of that In the darkest place Mental health eating me alive My uncontrollable mind enjoying the taste of my tears My aching heart yearning for love
My baseball mitt Stands in my closet, Lonely and bored, Gathering dust, Its leather longing to catch baseballs
It doesn't take much to change a mind, unless you have one just like mine. A choice was given to me just last year, And I could only think "Oh dear, Oh dear." I had to choose, go left or go right,
Today, I woke up.Yesterday, I ate toast.The Day Before That, I rode my bike.I don't know. The change between Today and Yesterday and the Day Before That are difficult to see.But if you asked me the difference between this year and the last?
every second before this point is now apart of the change every exprience before this point creates every lesson apart of my change every person i've spoken to has encourage a change
The only letters I’ve ever kept Are apology letters Every single one from my father Because it’s easier for him to write to me And leave it in my room while I’m sleeping Than to look me in the face  
Something that I find really, really strange is how well I am handeling my life. Even though it is filled with lots of change, I am able to take it without strife.   Most say that change is important as it
I stop. The blade freezes. Change, there is so much That has changed. Adulthood is near, I don´t find joy in stupid things, I have grown. Physically, mentally, but my emotional growth lacks.
I chewed all of my fingernails off last night Ripped them away as if they were only tarnished paper Unable to clasp my necklaces or untangle knots right
They told me I was too fat, so I changed a little.They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little. They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
Could I ever write a poem That would change the Minds of men, Words that would make the World stop turning And halt the advance of time.
  If the only thing to fear is fear itself I find it funny that I'm so scared to be Courageous. I am most scared when no one expects me to stand up.
I look away, But the lost girl inside is telling me to speak up.   I mumble an answer But the lost girl inside is telling me to yell.   I walk with my head down,
We wander about looking for truth. Refusing to see the truths right under our noses.   We aimlessly search for hidden truths wandering about like children
It's crazy to think  it been only a year. So much has changed  it's all such a blur.    We started out strange, awkward, and  unfamiliar.    Now as a year draws near,
I am cut from a seperate fabric than the rest. My material is a vibrant red while everyone else's is a pale blue. They try and tell me, "You are blue! Just like us." Yet I am not color blind. I see the difference. 
Whenever I feel down, I remember I can change, I'm supposed to change. I'm never the same person. Even from moment to moment, you're allowed and expected to grow up. That's the greatest gift of all: the ability to grow up.
Today is my day. Though things may not go my way, From my path of success I will never stray.   I am powerful, fearless, strong. Each morning that is my chorus, verse, my song.
Whether the sky awakens bright with color Or dark and dim with a sun that's covered I get out of bed and look in the mirror I say to myself "You are made to be here" Time is ticking and I will not let it go to waste
I am not feelin’ good. Instead of staying in my sheets I will hit the streets It was a bad day But this will be a good run.  
One day you will be kissed for the first time by someone who didn’t deserve to feel your lips One day you will held by someone who didn’t deserve to touch your fingertips Believe me,
I said, "How long will it take?" I mean, we've seen the same mistakes Ain't it crazy after all this We're still waiting for change And the faces are the same The pain, it still remains
to write? to right the wrongs? for the right of way? today? Is that right? to be Christened in Christ’s' rite? right?
It was what nobody suspect, And denial begins, Because how could a girl like me Who has everything  Fall into this pit of darkness?   Is it really my fault That I may be depressed?
The human eyes allow us to see and the spiritual one allows us to perceive. As a result, I wake up with desire to grow up to be,  is the greatest instiller in all of history.
Fallen Shoulders Once Raised High Gardens Growing Up like Vines Flower fields place their Roots Deep within the Spine they Loop Beneath Between Around About The Cord that Dances Up to the Crown.
When the sky begins to fall, be ready to catch the stars. For the beauty of it all, will lie within your heart. An ever expanding reality created from the dark, bursting out of imagination as light you must embark.
“Why don’t people know about this.” I think As my body soars away from my seat I feel as thought I’m filling the space   like water once shaped to the pipes
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace. 
We've all heard that phrase, "Out with the old and in with the new," But who knows what this change will mold her into? Sure it will be different, it will be a new venture,
It's never too late  You must feel trapped  And feel like it's all faith  It's never too late  To change your life  And to make it all great  It's never too late  What you should do
There are days in which I wish would not end, And there are days that I hope would just pass. Sometimes I just need the help of a friend,
At first glance, I saw the world as a new pair of glasses, As things move forward,And time moves past us, I mature to see all the little scratches, So bad I'm unsure how we've lasted this long, With a beef between race and class so strong, I see h
I am a misfit I don't do what others do I write words ignored.   My eyes have seen hate. My ears hear things I'd never say, They are full of hate.  
[The Fall - A Focal Point] Enter the breeze, the cool air... the mystifying flow of perfection as the leaves change color for the last time. One time, one focus, the magic of the allure
I have encountered a knowledge that must be shared, Spread it around the world it is a cure for despair, A seed must be planted in this world full of tall tales, We must cut out the lies that was woven in our hairs,
The World Needs Changing Will The Old Do it, Um… No The Youth Must Reform
When I would look into your eyes They would deliver the sweetest messages and no lies, When I first gazed upon your heavenly face I could see my heart's longing place, When I would hold your hand
I read that words have the power to change us and for the longest time, I refused to believe it.
Drop                      the                                          storm.     Move closer.                               Sit.                             It is time.
PAY ATTENTION Get ready for this intervention People are dying Children are crying Men are lying
Touch the paper with a pencil Shouting thoughts come alive My mind is leaking ideas The words explode on paper Eventually coming together To create a world of mine Thinking becomes out of control
There are a few things you should know, About me and my life, And what I've learned to not show. You don't know what I feel, I keep it well hidden, But maybe I shouldn't,
I was brought into this world with no mind of my own, Seeing time fly by I knew I had no control. Since the time I remembered I was only just five years old, Sitting in play time by myself, I was alone.  
When a poet is born, change is born Ideas meant to inspire are born I am a poet through song I tell my stories, and those of others I write messages meant to be openly interpreted 
When it rains, it pours - I never understood the meaning before. A few months ago when embarking on an Adventure of a Lifetime, I figured it out on night two of nine.
Stop pretending you are so nice, Hidden in the world like dirty mice. Faking a sugary smile with a honey voice, Taking a knife to your victims of choice. You are weak because you can't keep quiet,
You build me up To bring me down What a wonderful world I have found Smart, strong, brave they all say As death welcomes me to dance in my grave
We live in a land of hurt, a land of pain, a land of passing. Its throat is burnt, its face is plain, its lungs are gasping.   Sweep it off and ignore the beast 
Not today. I’ll do it tomorrow. Does this sound familiar? It’s what kids tell their parents. At least, that’s how it was in my household.
RIGHTI was not always rihgtI used to be meanI never did my choresI hated lifeI was not always rgiht I had no friends because I didn't treat them rigtI didn't make my bedI didn't try hardI never smiled My life was not rhigtI stayed up until 3I spen
Who will care when the world ends? Will it be you or any of your friends? What if the world ended today? Would you be happy with how it ends?
We cannot even describe the way We look at you every single day.   You, the tormentors, the ignorant, the sinners, Yet also the popular, the loved, and the winners.
I'm sitting in this cold hard chair. Wondering where I went wrong. Unable to sit back because I keep feeling the splinters peirce my back.
Words cannot change the world And it will never be true that We can make a difference just by writing The written word Is not able to replace Advancing technology in our society
How much longer can I hold on? Hold on to this reality, The smiles that I place On my usually tiered face. Hold on to this image that you see A confident girl that is happy.
Finding ways to get things throughAllowing them to finally be trueAn expression of fear and doubtBeing able to let things outCreating a work of artFrom a rough startI was set freeAnd allowed to be me
  I hate you,why don't you just die is what I wish I could say but part of me still cares no matter how hard I try I still like you why.
silence can be inspired  pain can be inflicted  faith can be tested  memories can be agony lonliness can be made  madness can be sanity  bravery can be cowardis  the truth can be falcified 
The meaning Is so unclear And yet plain A true paradox This simple word It traps me Stabs me Gives me bliss Makes me feel As light as a feather It makes me vulnerable
I just want to take a few minutes of your day,To tell you about how we can truly change society's ways,There's contamination everywhere,from our televisions, our music,our food and things that we drink,
When Robbin Williams died,Suicide,My family sighed saying, that's just how things are sometimes.
You mask your hellBecause no one understoodYet you open to one personA stranger who came from the shadowsSomeone who doesn't know human conditionsBut you felt close to them
Getting away, Getting happy, Getting social, Being yourself, Expressing yourself, Keep it secret, Only I deserve to be high, No one else understands. It feels so great!
What I've learn most about myself Is people change, for better or worse, But not me.   I seem to change but I am the same, Same personality with the same name Perhaps it's the bottles in my mind-sea
We met the other day, All was fine one could say. Let's face the truth: it was not. We were strangers to one another, Different from what we thought. It was awkward, Was it not?  
It is hard to forget- more than one can describe. Images pressed against the skull, replaying memories that decrease the rythmic motions of one's heart.
Take a big whiff and smell the pungent smell of name brand perfume and fumes This nigeritis chokes the esophagus with promises to bring human carcassesShiny belt buckles match the color of these infected smiles hoping this trend lasts a while Mone
Poetry is not a thing, it is a feel. Poetry is the conglomerate of emotions, stories, and verbal actions put together in the form of perfection. The poet is the background that the poetry uses as a support system.
Expressing emotions wasn't reality for some people.Just like others in society, I follow the flow. Did what any good human would do.Spend nights wondering why I wasn't like others.
You took care of me, When I felt alone and forgotten. You kept my secrets, And comforted me when I cried. Now I have to watch, Watch you fallen and in pain. You're incapable to say,
Faith? Wht's that supposed to be? Believing in the path she's on she thought Even as all outside of me falls It's maintaining my sight Knowing what I believe I create in my life
it only takes a seconds guessto second guesseverything that happensso just know things that happen nextmay never come to be.
No
  At first she was No. Now, No was beautiful And no I’m not talking about that porcelain skin, straight hair thigh gap beautiful. no!
  Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation, With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
I was blank. A colorless existence with nothing more than a mere outline to hold my soul steady, An outline child only a mother could love. I was the grey cloud that floated behind every rainbow, 
Last night I thought that the Moon had disappeared. A clear sky with no Moon When I knew it should be a quarter full I'm still not sure where it went
My eyes they weep But tears can't grow grass. Or roots for that matter... My heart it beats and throbs on the street. The movement was meant for us...
I've reached the point where there's nothing else to say I've written every poem and song thought every deep thought that transcends the common state of mind. over analyzed and dissected every action and memory
I remain a silhouette A shadow behind an unrequited love The dweller of the mysterious apartment,Several floors above the cheaters and false loversThis is how they treat the poet
You are a florescent bulb And the world is a room It is not a dark room But it is dark to you   You must find a socket Discover the grooves And take the twisting the world has done to you
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk   There's a mountain staring down at me   A silent letter (doubled, sixth to the end)
To live without contact is to never feel a thing, To live without humanity is to throw away compassion, I shall never live without human contact. I do not crave discrimination, corruption, or demoralization.
We live in a world where morals don’t exist, Where there is violence, hate and children who cut their wrist. Where it’s “okay” to look down on others for their lack of things,
She’s a person of color, Who’s afraid to confront the police, Asking herself why can’t there be peace. Day and night she thinks about her brother,
I was the one Who broke the vase All its pieces Shattered on the floor   And so I’m sorry That you had to pick them up And sort through the ruins One by one  
All I need is someone to take care of me. Someone to be patient with me. Someone to hold me, feed me, and change me. Someone to teach me and play with me.   All I need is a bicycle!
I wish there were more people who walked around the streets with sighs that read: "Free Hugs!" I hate to admit,  and I know others are too,  that in my life, I needed those people. 
All I need is a stick of graphite.  Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
Driving fast let the wheels eat the pavement. / I don't want to be here I don't wanna feel this. / No one asks me where I'm going no one really cares. / Even if they did nobody really dares.
The year is new but the game is old / Same story starting and getting retold / And nobody cares if their words are gold / They just keep pretending that the worlds not cold / And everybody wishes they were someone they aren't / And everybody says
In the moonlit darkness of my heart, I see icy cold silhouettes of desolation; Bleak figures concealed with masks flaming bright. Phantoms dancing around those dead trees, Frozen in their one final reach,
I am so sick and tired of seeing “new year, new me” New year, same me Same world Same trees with same leaves And same subways, same buses Nothing else changed, why would I, why would you?
The Broken Clock Set upon the mantle That which once marked time Now sits, forgotten by its master   The shattered glass falls like rain Marking the floor with it's kiss
There’s  something about bold font That stands out from the normal lettering subconsciously hollering within one’s head   Because it all started with a young boy entering junior high,
As I grow and learn and mature in a world where all number of things (but especially people) are sorted and labeled, shoved into boxes like leftovers into too-small containers,
This is the generation of me's, we were taught nothing in this world is for free. Its made the world cold and hard, people only care about themselves going far. Or how many likes they get, whose got the most expensive shit.
  City of grunge City of decay                             City of aspiration   Maybe just the start forget the past            likewise look to the future  
Once upon a time, In a kingdom far away. There was a mistreated maiden And to her dismay they teased bout her shoes and her hair everyday. I'll let you in on a secret So tell everyone else
When America has fallen one day, When we are at out lowest I hope and pray a hero emerges To take it on with courage. I hope someone who cares a lot Unties our broken, twisted knot
All i ever wanted was to make you happy but i guess i couldnt because you were too busy busy looking at other things rather than my eyes eyes you didnt know every night cries  
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
You want an answer here is mine much like my heart it beats line for line.   my answer it weathers the storm
Can’t Live Without By Thao-Cathleen Vo   Can’t live without Love, because Without love what is life? Why continue to breathe if No one wants to hold your hand and Reassure you, Show you,
The little girl's mother is dragged away and raped. The little boy at the age of four, is taught how to use a grenade. The father is beaten for speaking out, the mother walks miles for a drink.
  When I was young I blew up a balloon Shiny and perfect like a cartoon, I tied it’s string to my wrist, strong and new  Fearing it would leave when the wind blew.   Like my shadow it followed beside
"When anger finds me buried deep The hurt inside might make me weep  I try and take one final breath Before I meet a friend called Death Must go on Must break free But Anger tries to keep it from me
"Everyday the rage within me dies a little more But everytime I think it's gone  It comes back stronger still It kills my heart Everytime  To see the hurt And the lies The hand print of my hurt
there are more important things   then you and me then me and you   there are more important things then your posessions then being possesive  
How can I cope with the things that I am coming across How can I remain the girl I used to be  How can I smile and laugh like I did back then When I know what they think of me How do you expect me to live my life 
IncomparableMysticalMagical It is so UnattainableEnlightening DeluxeIn every way Keeping the actions of the brokenAt bayIt is like walking into an open field 
I used to stop and smell the flowers But now I just pass them by I always long to stop But I never do. Once I got hurt  I realized nature bites. If I could, I'd go back
Childhood is the playpen that keeps out the real world; holding you close till you're readily unfurled At the beginning it's the ignorance that keeps us at ease
Let me paint a picture of my generation. It's as if we all suffer from a self-induced aberration. We don't think, we just do. Where we sink, others flew. It kind of stinks that we can't see our potential,
How have you been? It has been awhile The last time we spoke was in a classroom. You read a book and I stared at the tile. You gave me work. I looked around the room.   You asked me why I didn’t do my work.
I am a river working hard always moving changing everything around me, while accepting change, myself. Sometimes I am calm sometimes I am restless. No matter, for I am a river.
I am the difference. I am the change that I seek in an alphabetical order i’m still amazing in these streets I rise from Ludicrous rhymes and liefs deranged.
I have butterflies in my chest  I thought I could put them to rest  stop their flittering, fluttering panic.     a day ago  a week ago  a month ago  a year ago   forever ago  
  I’m playing Jenga and I’ve decided it’s the child’s version of Russian roulette   because she’ll never stop not when one block falls not when they all fall.  
Warmth in the womb Forever entombed In an endless peaceful slumber Always a cocoon Safe in this room Never a note of hunger  
It is amazing How things change Within such A small Amount Of time The couple That were head over heels About each other Don't talk Those two best friends
    There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while. Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire. Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
The focus of school has turned on us Administators no longer showing student trust. As a student I call for a change Of a society open to not-perfect grades. Students work hard, day and night
The seed of the little flower was dropped by a mother bird trying to feed her little chicks. The seed happened to drop into a yard where it was overtaken by weeds and was savagely destroyed by pollution.
Euphoria Yeah that's what I'd call it EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am The feeling of never wanting to sit still The realization that the night is too beautiful to sleep through Yeah euphoria
The world needs movers Humanity needs shakers We've been called to be rule-breakers now become a difference-maker Change a life and love the broken Speak new words never spoken Go on, be bold
Change. One word, six letters, and is something many fear. It is a transition that cues a difference. Even if the difference could call on a positive change, we run. Hide. Fear.
Open your eyes Can’t you see This world’s lies Are not the reality   This world is broken It hurts us all When we look at the fallen And hear a freedoms call  
I am 14  Everything is new, and optimism is endless.  The sun is brighter, boys are nicer, my first days of high school I am 15  School is routine, mostly a burden to my social life. 
I am determined to decide my own fate To change the worlds hate I am the one to bring light In a world that is covered by a deceitful night I am one who will defy my own self
I am the scars my parents put on me as a child. From the abuse mentally and physically. Little did they know they scarred me sociologically too.  
I am Change; As waves crest and break, And leaves burn and fall, My vision blurs and clears as my path alters according to develpoing dreams. I am More than a single word or a catchy phrase,
I am a Seed Wanting Longing to be watered, so I can spread my roots into the ground Wanting To be able to dig deep down and build a path towards my own success I am a Seedling Visualizng
Do you know the feeling When your mind starts spinning And you think you are not even living? And then your whole world starts crumbling And a voice starts shouting at the back of your head
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.  
I am a dreamer. My mind is a playing field My goals are the starters, As my oppositions take the bench. But sometimes they get up No longer rooted They get a chance to take part in something
My existence is captured within the breeze. Swiftly moving, Circulating the vibes of humanity. Furor never inferior for I cannot easily be depressed Try to repress me,
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
Life is a traveling circus, new experiences all around. People may look strange, or come off a little odd. It might seem scary to try different things. But joining that circus,
Why does high school change people? You have kids that are mean to you when you're younger, and you have your friends. Then those friends turn into the mean ones. My parents don't always let me out, I don't know why.
Brown eyes,  Black hair.  Heart-shape lip,  Unnerving stare.   A young woman looks back at the mirror, confused.  The long waves of her hair are cut to her shoulders,  Her eyes empty and lost. 
7/07/13 We come into life believing in good and dreaming the better for some are privileged others must work then there are those who must work harder
I thought it all made sense back then. I didn't have the idea down yet. Sure you can say it was way back when, but it doesn't excuse my regret. My life had tumbles and falls and I thought I had it rough.
Your eyes are a deep blue, And mine are just brown. As soon as I dive into you, I can't help but drown.  
It´s not about how good you are, It´s about how good you want to be. Write words cuz I feel better about it, Live and love are bad words. Thought love would come not hit. I remember ever crease in your skin,
My race, the color of my skin shouldn't affect how you view meWhat you should be looking at is that which you cannot see
My doodles have moved from pictures to words, Evolution of expression - Is fragmented language easier to understand than scratchy images?
Stand up and fight!We are the desperate kidsWe are stronger if we uniteLet's do what the world forbids
This is a response poem to something I heard one of my 'friends' say - "People who want to commit suicide are stupid and selfish. If they want to die, I say let them. They can have fun in Hell."   
The Checkpoint..   There is a point Where impunity is cheap, Just that point where asylum is not in check,   Our uniformed gods are now in chess, Ready to launch at you as pawn.
I AM THE CHANGE   I’m sorry I don’t want to be a president, I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone, I want to love, give and live for everyone, I want to bury this pressing dent,
My mind keeps replaying the mornings when i'd wake up with you on my mind.   2 hours away getting ready, to look good--for you getting butterflies in my stomach
I was quiet. I was bleek. My life consisted of listening to what others said. I grew strength. I grew power. I decided to follow my own path instead. I am willful. I am passionate.
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  So imagine theres a girl, and maybe another girl, and even more maybe, something like a monster inbetween them.    Which one are you?  
I faithfully follow the father as i try to fight off fear,
The next time I love a man, I'm going to love him slowly. This time 
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
The leaves outside aren’t
Maybe there’s a r
What Am I? What am I but an ordinary person Riding on the ever-so fast, Yet ever-so slow river of Time?
  With each passing second I am never the same person I was moments before.
See I don't see See me I don't please Tell me you see Them there Using me See, no I did not come with! I was not with them I was blocks away!
I knew that when the going gets tough most of the tough gets going you see they're robbin' us  leavin' us with broken promises  lying to U.S. open your eyes they're not trying to liven us  it's so unjust 
Reading a story is the seasons Of an altering year. Just like spring leaves,
Every day you live your life becomes more awesome. Vitality fills your breath every second you stand on this earth.
This unpredictable world slowly falling apart, is changed by those who always see its charm.
She said I was a good girl, I played by the rules. I listened to orders, And I did well in school.   I was always the good girl, Quiet and polite. Never saying a word,
Wake up Drive to work in traffic Work Drive home in traffic Its the same thing every single day But it doesnt have to be so You have the power to change change the rules
If I could change the world… War would not be a thing No one would ever be hungry And the mute would fearlessly sing
Everyone has their issues that keep them in the dark,But when you fight against them you can surely make your mark.Travel past your issues, onto a newly found frontier,Bring yourself together in a different atmosphere.
What would you say,If you woke up one day,And all your troubles seemed to drift away,As if they overstayed their stay.And let you out of their chaotic array.What would you say,If on that same day,
From the outside looking in you may think we are simply wide eyed and ignorant.
We have the words to change the nation   Voice that will bring to life a whole new creation    Within us are our ideas, thoughts and feelings there lies in its own station   
I remember sitting on the swing, mid-summer With my head in my mother’s lap And a slight breeze tickling our cheeks As the cotton candy skies faded to a navy hue
Chrysalis dance around, Never mind the change you've abound. Orange burning bright with passion; Black delicately laced for fashion. Wings look able and ready to fly Through the forest passing by.
Rain, The rivers of water rushing down my umbrella, The icy hand of the wind hitting my face, The sound of war within the clouds, ringing in my ears, The slip slapping of my rain boots on the sidewalk pavement,
Their reaction will depend on what choice you will make They don't care who you are Or what you have done   They taught us what's good and bad And made us open and realize
People will believe things that they choose to believe Most don't see the reality behind what their eyes show them Then again, we can't change the way they are When in fact, this is how we believe what people really do
My thoughts Are falling down my throat -- I didn’t want them to tip over.
I miss the blue in the sea I miss the garden home to me I miss it, I miss it.
Butterflies. Could they exist without it? What about flowers? What about days and nights? What about sunsets? Sunrises? Rainbows? Stories? Songs? You? What about you? Could you exist without it?
they say change is a bad thing I always heat "nobody likes change" I don't find this true I live for change Change brings adventure and beauty and new life Change brings new chances and adreniline 
Dissatisfied with ourselves 
The defying smile of the red flower fades
I am not sure
I can change like the flip of a dime I am unaffected by the ravages of time I can be unforgiving, unbelievably cruel But I can also be the most gentle, you know
Present perfect tenseOcean of ancient futuresWind of change mind rearrangeElegant emergencyReturning with gifts
Corruption uses those faces Beautiful faces Have control in reality and illusion Spawning death everywhere   We need those pretty faces That inspire and hypnotize
Like Rev. Jesse Jackson Said " Hands That Once Picked Cotton, Can Now Pick Presidents".
Look Listen  Smell Taste Touch  Each sense never perfectly replicated Each experience unique Because nothing is as it was before Life Constantly surprises Never boring us
I remember when I was younger
He told me if I want change I have to be the change.Anything else is insanity.I just wanted four quarters for my dollar. .
Everything seems blurry.
Check yourself  before your wreck yourself It's a time for change but you staying in the same place  in the same lane  this ain't chess so why are you playing games? You're not a king or queen
My mind is the only thing that is entirely mine.  And although it has been touched by this world a few too many times,  It remains in a place that is far away  From all that the world has decayed.   
I didn't believe. What happens when you die? Is there a heaven and hell or am I living a lie? I didn't believe. You see stuff on the news. You figure none of those things can possibly happen to you.
I am not a martyr but a revolutionary with my poetry as my weapon i know you all wonder what a few rhyming words can do and to that i say not all poems rhyme...but i digress i am not a hero but a revolutionary with my cloak of knowledge and my ar
Isn’t it awesome, that rivers are forever? They are forever, and yet you will never stand in the same river twice, The river is a new being and packs a punch like a spice. Isn’t it awesome, how as humans we have grown?
Still waiting on that moment 
I always used to see rainbows as a kid-
Follow me in to the great bright light Where courage knows no cowardice And fear has no place among the bold   Follow me in to the rich golden light Where dreams are achieved
A split se
I am but a one man band who has yet to learn more but so many words like the sand
At some point long ago, I promised myself I'd never pen another love poem.  I transposed all my ballads to cynical limericks, All my eloquent "your smile" haikus to "fuck your denial" lyrics
I really just want to speak a little of what's on my heart, Im
ITS FUNNY HOW THE PEOPLE THAT HATED YOU ARE THE ONES ASKING YOU TO SAVE THEM . FROM LIEING,LAUGHING AND LAYING ON YOU, NOW THEY WANT YOU TO HELP THEM .
I see sadness around me.                                                            
10:56pm Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown. its 10:56 and im numb. not too long ago i got my phone taken away,  and just let me something about that.  
The feeling of wariness consumes me,  I am pondering many things about modern society, Gazing at the memories of humanities past,  Comparing and contrasting, Thinking, 
Why do we assume the future will be brighter? Or to reach for the stars a little bit higher? When contentment is over looked like the shadows that follows before me, Greed is at a peak and there's no such thing as dignity
Bright, big smile.
The human world is a mess, A Disney quote one might know, So many problems we need to address, To end the pain and stop the woe.   There’s isms galore constantly around us,
I miss the world I once knew.
Faith You've Lost  
A far off dream , is like a scattered memory...
12/1/2011, age 17   A shining star, a cute kitten; All are beautiful, all are bright. How is one to avoid the beauty Of the earth? You cannot say that laughter is bad
I'm the moon, not the star. I'm more natural,  Normal. I do not amaze, not everyday. I leave you              breathless on November afternoons when you see me through 
You can stare into a glossy surface, water stained but, you can see what you strive to see  a reflective pool rippled with a flash  the corners of my lips lift  with yours. An eerie imitation 
It has been broken, Shattered,
I cannot do this
I want to be high right now I want more guy couples at my all-guy school. Would I date a gay guy? Probably, if he was cute enough, and nice. I want guys to touch each other in caring ways.
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
Bottle Things Up  
Hello my name is...
Who are we? Who is me? What do I see, When I look at he? I see a guy Who lives in a time Where everyone preaches individuality Be yourself Dont judge Be unique
She has a full tank of gas, but she's running out of time.
Who am I in my pixilated form? I am filtered and digitally altered It is NOW that I decide to reform Because I realize now I needn’t falter
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world, beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides, what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Ruddy, thats what they call my complexion A mix of pure white and dots I am calico The contours of my body are softly proportioned  a little extra here and there but I am muscled  I am strong  
Music had so much emotion and soul
  A crooked smile A silly face
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Surrounded by adversity; expected to fall and fail. The middle child over looked, Invisible to one and all. I try to find my place I try to find my skills; instead I drown in obscurity,
You are irrelevant. Who are you to think that  
When i think of you so far away sitting there with all your friends laughing like the day will never end and when i think of you caught up in the life you're living
Play me like a fiddle, boy,
It's like taking a child's favorite toy; it's not fair and it makes the child cry, but it is something that can be stopped, Unlke  so many things.   Like a toy broken in two
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss me
We awake to a hopeful sunrise. We play, We laugh, We love, We live. Always expecting bright and sunny days only to be dissappointed by the alternating shift of mother nature. Belabored by life; we dwell in weight. 
Once a sudden whisper of hate.
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
I wasn't able to believe exactly what I was looking at.
The school bell rings And I slip through the back door
To make a difference We have to stop waiting for others to change. Be the change. Look at making a change yourself where it counts, And be the change. Make a pledge to be the best
Yellow leaves, from the maple tree that lined our street Falling stars race across the sky; it makes me fall to my feet
Change starts with you, when you change others will follow in the direction you want them to; just stay positive and you'll reach a point to happiness and achive your brightest star.
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
If i could i would change how people talk to each other, and how people react. If i could i would change how people act sometimes. i would change peoples motivations, and peoples perspective.
Look at me behind my mask Look and see who I really am If looking could be made more than a task You’d see the mask was all a sham I built a wall and so did you We hid across the way
I am willing to make the
I look at the world around me.      Full of love, joy, hope.      Marred by hate, pain, doubt. I see myself in the middle of it all.      So small, what can I do?      So insignificant, what can I change?
Treasure Your Love 
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
What I see is different how can this be The light in my eyes are a bit brighter than yours My heart beats and thinks lesser than yours I feel like a wildflower in a pool of roses
Filters - Everything, Everyone By filters we are run They filter our food And any words 'rude'  When did we lose What made us true? - Please, please Listen to me
I loved you so much I thought I could never let go I thought these were true feeling that you showed  but I know now and ive started to grow
I loved you so much I thought I could never let go I thought these were true feeling that you showed  but I know now and ive started to grow
This is my brother and I. See? We are young. We look like saints, wearing neck pillows on our heads, his red, mine blue. Our hands are in a prayer formation,
“You walk funny.” These words have plagued my school experience. No one knows the reason behind this walk, They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
I am suicide.
My main goal Trying to be unforgettable Want to leave my name, show how I played my game Making my way through all the fakes Trying to avoid all the mistakes Not loosing my way of direction
People These Days They are changing like leaves in the fall And they leave you like They don't need you at all...
We're together,  Till the end.  We giggle and laugh,  We are friends.  There starts to be jokes,  We can no longer take. Our unbreakable bond,  starts to break.  We no longer look, 
I am simple.                I am plain.                         I am imperfect.      but,   I am mighty.
          I have so much to do and so much to say And I know that if I was able to remove that one thing from my chest that one thing that keeps the light in
WE
All eyes on you Its time to tell the truth We finally got the spotlight camera action We must take action So we must act Not on a stage with the man pulling the strings This is not oz
Surrounded by a crowd of millions. A lonely sould with a sack on her back.   Chitter chatter amongst the many, thoughts that will never be heard.   Longing for a rememberance of what it used to be,
If this plae is a country,  Then I am an emigrant
Her story started like everyone else She had two parents, two sisters And lived in a house She had friends, and family for miles and more Not knowing the rain was starting to pour  
As I walk through the streets of the city I see people stare as I walk by My mind makes me think of why
Why does the chains of society have a constant need to judge when I am asked to change for what they want it's ok but when I change for what I need it's hard to make happen people constantly let my past decide my future I can't change my past but
I’m one man and sometimes I can’t feel any smaller A kid who gives his all but is done growing taller Done with the world, wanting no more in life Than to tear a hole in the sky and see what heaven looks like
I grab a rag from the old wooden stand; Society was staying my hand. Begging and screaming to not take it off; But as I stared at myself in the mirror; I was not happy with myself.  
Prejudiced discrimination is rampant in today's society. You discriminate because your classmate isn't as smart as you are- He has never before had an opportunity to be educated.
If people could read minds what would they see Many people struggling or living happily People wear masks to hide the way they feel
Sadness is dark like a dark winter's night Sadness taste like salty tears falling down your face Sadness smells like dead rose  Sadness looks like glass being broken Sadness sounds like your last breath
This November I went O’er my previous sights I saw a glorious view in a bright hue, It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way. I come to it openly and with a heavy heart I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
Slowly eroding, Depleting and lacking, Fear evident, plastered upon my features, I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency,  Even if I was neglected by society.
When you think about change, what do you think about? Changing yourself, others, your community, the world? Media has come to make people want to change themselves. It picks at people  and publicizes every little mistake.
I miss having hickies; you still leave me  love notes, once in a while.   But never on my skin.    Love is not love when you have to think about it. 
If I could change one thing In this world of random chances I would change how long sunsets cling So I would have time to take a million glances. I would make the sun set slower
Art, Abandoned and angry. Alleys and attackers. Alone, Alone, Alone.   Art, Abandoned and angry. Avalanches and alligators. Alone, Alone, Alone.  
A metamorphosis   Image. Your looming shadow hunched stature
There would be ultimate peace among each and all countries, among individuals.  In my perfect little world.   There would be no crimes instead continuous laughter would
She watched the shampoo run down the drain in rivulets of strawberry blood. She stood and thought and tried not to think of the things that are and the thing that was.
Are we one? It's hopeless I know this devoid of devotion.       So tired of the maddness and sick of emotions dividing the classes and poisoning the masses.                       So I'm strictly devoted.
Well first thing is first I would like to say, as much as nobody wants to admit it, we are all here for the same reason  and that is for the pay. Even Shakespeare would do this, if it meant wealth.
So who is the man in the mirror? The real one- you know? The one behind the filter hidden away, disquised because no matter how hard he tries... There is something different--
With the sun in my mouth,  and the cloud in my heads,  Don't put your foot down in my dumping ground.    One of kind, to myself, the image you see, is not what you'll get. 
They told me I would never be the man Instead, a role player with a single fan.
Confused... Wishing that I knew what to do. Angry. Yearning for the day that I'll get a clue. Get a clue as to why I let them antagonize me. Because all I really want is to be free.
Yesterday I thought I was dead My pen was gone My brush had disappeared My brain was lost The clouds were gray And the sky was black The rivers were full of blood
Butterfly change Let your beautiful colors be seen Let your wings go free It’s time to come out To share your beauty To bring some joy To spark some fun It’s time to fly high in the sky
this walk through life I've realized I can't do on my own 
I know I can't talk without stammering. especially in front of you and others. the memories are to hard for me to think about again. this poem is lame. i fucking know already
I am a bird, unnoticed but free
Don’t take no for an answer, and we can change this place.  Make them believe in love and second chances.  Teach them what it means to be alive. 
It's easier to be alone where you know no one can touch you. It's easier to be alone because you don't have to care for anyone. It's easier to be alone because you know you can't hurt anyone.
Even though I'm freckled and thick Even though I'm blind and poor Even though I'm short and white Your words don't hurt me anymore   I've come to learn what it's all about
Being abstract is not bad. You don't want to like everyone else. Being creativity and rare is beautiful. This world embracres everyones beauty but, tends to forget their own.
I hurt him. My first love. I fell hard. I forgot.  I erased. I escaped. I yearned. I fought. I resisted. I regret. I got hurt. I hurt him.
Change will save the world.  Treating others diferently because of their skin color, sexual preferences, height, weight, likes, dislikes, financial status, religious views,  and disabilities 
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine.  My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving. I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
Whenever I feel I feel, I feel you, No one has control over me like you do, Around you lately I'm always hurtin" You make me hate who I am, You make me feel worthless,
Woke up one day,ready for a change, trying to dream those disney dreams. A bippity boppity boo and my dream would come true, id look like a princess, or maybe even one of those perfect cartoons.
They always say love yourself first, other wise, you'll end up hurt. But I'm tellin' you I loved me before. It some how got out of hand and I started loving you more... than myself.
I hide my eyes so you can't see
For a second,People laughFor a second,People shoutFor a second,People cryFor a moment,There is peaceFor a moment,There's a songFor a moment,
The doors of a shuttered house stand closed You walk up to the desiccated grounds                     No true path No sign of color or vivid life                     No way to get past the hound
I wanna make things move 
Our generation will be known for nohing. Never will anybody say, We were the peak of mankind
Captivated by her beauty, the beast overcomes me.The beast i cannot tame. The beast that tells me who i am. And who i want to be.I see the way you look at her.The way she looks at you.
10     9       8           You count down, It's almost time. 7   6      5         The tears they fall, No going back now. 4
You love me now, You love me never again,
Aye, it’s time for a recap Rapper Kristen in the house, Now let’s hit it!   Y’all take notes from my amigo Hayek. Say’s new law makes us more efficient
Hi, My name is Abriana, and I'm addicted to him. He is like my drug, never good for me but still good enough to silence the pain.
You cover my eyes You open the door
    Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
Let us linger here a while in the foolishness of things. Let the wind and the rain cleanse all our sorrow and shame.
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you see the homeless on the street?  How can you walk with your head held so high when an innocent mother never got to tell her child goodbye. 
If I could I would climb to the sky on the clouds I'd stand and stare down to the crust. If I could I would make perfect change that would remain constant until we all turn to dust.
I scream and shout You hear me from across the room I'm a bright prescence even when you want nothing to do but get away Always laughing Wearing a constant grin Doing my best to pull out a smile or a chuckle
Who is the real me? Am I the person who people look to for a good laugh when they’re feeling down?Am I the person who is there for my friends and family in their times of need?
Behind the curtains there is this lonely Gil.
I’ve felt this way For many, many years Hiding and pretending
I changed my look I changed my hair.   I changed for friends who won't be there.   I changed my smile I changed my clothes   I thought my change would be worthwhile  
I was misguided. My demons would taunt me. Convince me to wander on countless occasions. I'd roam around until they'd finally attack. They always did and always do, as soon as they see their chance. They feed on any sign of weakness.
I've heard it said- is it true? The heart of men is wicked. But does that just include men? Are women wicked? Children? Men are deceitful. Are women not? Children?
It’s easy to put mercy out of sight. Forget that people feel like you and I. This is the world that lives in black and white.   They say that change will not come overnight.
Knowledge fills me and leaves me uplifted, it's taken me to heights that I could never have predicted, changed my life for the better. My priorities have shifted, showed me ways to heal my heart scars where pain was inflicted.
They’ll try to hold you down, you know, That’s just how these things go.   The failures will only help you grow, That’s just how these things go.  
Always the same
I can't do shit here. It's like I'm stuck in a mere fearful situation encompassing minimum freedom with maximum limitation.   Everyone here is waiting and remembering.
The sun is hot, the wind is low and soft against your face. The trees are green, their shadows tall and cool in their embrace. The grass is bright, the flowers vivid, and swaying in the breeze.
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
Would you notice, that If I gave you my love , would you save your love for me ? Would you cherish the delicate strength or would you let it slip away into anyone's port?
I was a Seed, Dormant and Unyielding, Until I was planted. With water and light, I sprouted my first leaf.
Nightmares in my daydreams,Everyday the same scene
Beauty is an anomoly. It is a power and a curse. it creates popularity, and it empties out your purse.   Beauty isn't trivial, it is a passion and a duty. As the desire to be beautiful.
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
You can't see it but insults are weapons, actual weapons. Everydaycitizens use these weapons we were born with to harm other people.Wake up, words hurt. We, the people, we have been trained, and, we
To those who died, for the things you believed Do you think the world, has gown from your seed Has the tree expanded, to its furthest height Becoming overgrown, even disppearing from sight  
This is still my bed, but now I don't quite fit. My feet hang over the edge for the monsters to sink their teeth into, with their hands around my ankles.  
The winds of time are changing- like you'd never thought they would. The winds of time are changing as hard and as largely as they could The winds of change they change sweep in and out 
My mind is blurry as I'm running from the words life, faith, trust , beauty and truth
This world. Yes. This one The one you're a part of Is dying The United States falls The Middle East quarrels The world is gripped by panic, and fear Pestilence War Poverty
For Hunter, Priscille, Any, Taylor, Clarissa, David, and Summer Bridge 2014  
I put down the glass and drew back fast, but on the counter it would not stay for all i know, with one more swallow all my problems could fade away. staring in the morrow above the bathroom sink
Sometimes we sink in. Someimes we all. Somehow we are consumed For feling so small.   Sometimes we are weak. And, sometimes, that's okay. But then our vision becomes bleak,
*Crunch* The leaves go under me. Leaves of vivid colors fall beside me.
Bright lights flashing, extended lashes batting, one last breath and I rush on stage this is no longer me. captured my the music, lost in the movements, this is no longer me.
Restricted to elements and principles Technical lines behind computer screens Dying inside the artist screams Let Our Freedom Ring Colors that have to have reason Not just for feelings of a season
I was on a train headed back to my college after visiting home for the weekend. I took advantage of the ten-and-a-half hour ride to write an essay for World Literature. English is my intended major
Born of copper intertwined, On a hot press in 1969. Never meant to be worth more than a cent, Carrying a rigid core that could not be bent. With all of the shoving, moving tossing and throwing,
Solitude taught me something
she
she is nothing  she is nowhere she is confused she has been told who to be her whole life she has no idea who she is she has been........ Beat
knowing I can make a difference 
Incomplete and a as ast astr astra astray was how I felt before you.
My name is Jahmire, I'm at a point in my life where I must face my fears and remove  the bitter taste of tears. Time to look in the mirror, emotionally see things clearer, finish my intellectual and moral education and be something pure.
I love her: Her long silken hair   I love her not: His short cut mane  
I took a walk into the trees, Alone and without fear. The wind whistled through leaves, A song that was just for me.
I hope you know I can. I can be there for you. I can make you smile. I can make you feel. I can change. I can stop. I can forget the bad. I can love again. I hope you know I can. 
Why dont you believe me, how do I tell you im sorry. Baby I love you , please dont go away.
I remember life as a child Man were those times something wild
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change? I can feel it blowing our way. Can you see it? Can you see this new day?  I can hear it calling our name.   Change is coming down. Change is coming now.
I thought chameleons were beautiful. But where is the respect in changing on every whim, capricious, for those who won't have us as we truly are? I thought chameleons were beautiful,
 You would think someone with a disease would have problems in school such as socializing or generally fitting in. Growing up down south and moving to New York city was a huge change for me.
The wind kisses me on the cheek and sings of wondrous things,
College is the time to be free To soar and be oneself To explore what the world has to offer
Scared and silent, I was often unheard Misjudged, overlooked, ignored    For years I struggled on,  burning with passion and expression, 
"YES" she screams...
Made up of one million pixels
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I am a woman The first thing you see is my body Then my face     I am a woman A slut if my heart loves several men A bitch if I speak with force & determination    
The day is old, the day is new Tears that fall create much dew Darkness comes to take us all We stand together or we’ll fall Day is old, day is new   The light above grants a few
The journey awaits Get ready to embark We don’t want to be late It’s almost time to start   The ship is ready Strong and tall It is steady And sure won’t fall  
The world is a dark place All people are bad Never trust anyone We hide behind a mask Darkness is within us   We must better ourselves Negativity is dangerous Light can brighten our soul
I guess the thing is we all want something to fight for; 
It started out so nice.... And carefree.... Full of love..... Full of laughter. But then mommy changed..... She yelled..... And scarred the mind. It is true what they say...
What would I change? Oh how vast that question is. There is no limit to the problems in our world.
To be alone in this world is not as bad as feeling alone surrounded by the population; They look at me like I'm some kind of abomination; It seems that everyone has their lives in order, except this one individual;
Haiku   Freedom to express Invigorates the suppressed. Love's blind, not distressed. 
This generation can change the world And we don’t even have to get off our laptops   My generation cannot hide from the world There is no distance Ukraine is next door. West Africa across the street.
Suffering by choice. Oh, glory that crossed death. Life! My chains are broken.
She wakes up but refuses to get out of bed; she’s too scared to allow more thoughts in her head Standing before her mirror she begins her daily ritual, who will she be today?
She grew up being told to be honest She knew she had to be her best She was told ‘fight for what you believe in’ She spoke her mind far too often Now she’s being told to be silent
Having a new life is like finding love at first sight. being change is like allowing yourself to in a hand that would never fail you. as my life go on daily i gain more strength
I have a dry ass reality A reality filled with corridors  And cobwebs of unrequited dreams I’m within a dimension That I can’t fathom Unsatisfactory Dissatisfied Putting on of my hands
The winds whispered through the field as they carressed the growing grains. 
Are you the person who seats in the back of the class and when someone calls on you  everyone looks back and ask whose that 
The reason for my anger is that I'm frustrated that no one seems to take the time and listen  to many opinions but no real facts 
So tired o
Often, I'm precieved from a distance, as this average girl. I've always been this very shy, a self confomative young lady. I hope to leave a legacy. I don't wish for wealth or popularity.
As I ruminate over everything my parents had done for me  I declare in my thought, before it slips, it gets caught I will repay them back for the hardwork they did so I can be here, now 
Girl I cant stop myself from thinking about you I cant even bring myself to talk to you its kinda hard to concentrate too your beautys so strong its got me sick with the flu I got sick from you
Could it be That what needs to change Is the fear of change? When change is abundant it dies For it becomes an indefinite routine But what is change if we do it consistently?
We all have a dream Laying awake or up at night It's that one thing You can't stop thinking about I want to teach My students will soar We can all make a difference I'm going to start early
Cobblestone brusied skin with a touch of ivory And you knew how to get to me See you reminded me of my mother Yes oh how my mother would enter my consciousness With her ability to patent and sell silence
Why do i feel like this is my fault when im the only one that trying? Each one of my relaships slowly dying. I just want to feel loved but maybe thats asking for too much. Just once i would like to know a loving touch. 
 Falling leaves The chilling air Darker days bring more despair
I write to you today
As I write these lines I hope it revives The past generations, the past lives To realize scrutinizes what Im about to say. If I were to be heard, it would be now. But in the past.
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head slow and steady whir and buzz   What labels on those gears, dear
Sitting here, thinking of you, I can't help but look in the mirror of my eyes and think about all the shit I've been through hoping to find a glimpse of happiness and solitude.
Just another day, living the same old way No risks, change of pace, new dance But can I really just remain and stay And never sway from this stance? Another familiar tune and cliché
  His skin color does not mean to violence he is keen Skin color can't tell what lies within a person, be it cruel or kind
My part of the end of the earth My circle of influence My family, my school, my church, my city Is my responsibility   I have been given a mission as important as survival
HOOK: Obama wants a change. To have to world rearranged. Let's do this right. We can change during the day or night. We can change a person's life. VERSE: We can do this.
Beast   Ego sum bestiam. I, I am the beast. I am no one’s keeper.  
Can one not speak in verse to the page?  As if it were Darwin instead of David?   The words would flow better,   and not be exagerrated from California to the Atlantic.  
Our world looks mangled and torn. Like papers shredded and put in the garbage. Like a car smashed into a sequoia. Like a house left in ashes after being lit in bright red flames. Our world is ugly, and cold.
To change the world, the world must first observe. People must envision the consequenses of their actions, Follow the path from them to the climax, the suffering they cause, Either for themselves or others.
Cocooned. Trapped   in lucid pristine existence. Sheltered, Hidden,   from troublesome reality. Delicate wings, You stretch them to fly,   but ensnared by the inexperience,
  Breasts these two things on my chest that make me targets for jokes and slut shaming
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I.  Or is it indifference that allows one to be different.  "Haters gnna hate!" 
A dream thats lost means that all hope is gone A dream thats found means that courage is back on Things that you follow means nothing at all Its until then that you realize to go for a chance
Sitting alone Knowing what I have done
Making a statement, I'm now living in the present But My past? made me stronger so i remember although it has passed cloudy but after the rain there's a rainbow, sun shining at last
Too many of us
Too inconsistent to be myself, I am three thousand pieces of a mask Ripped up and stuck together With brittle glue and strings: Promises But they never hold. I’m a shape shifter,
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door, Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver, Living safe in a hollow home of maybes and seems.
I will look upon a normal tree, Robust trunk and swinging leaves, Then realize I wanted a flower. I’ll tell myself it could be one, Then it is, the transformation done, Less of a tree with each passing hour.
Change. To change oneself; what a contriversial issue. "Never change yourself" they say. "Be yourself" as if that was the only way. But I disagree. For we all change. Change for the better.
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight, Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right.   “Get an education!” they tell us every day, But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
The pit pattering of heart stills Earth stops, water spills Thinking of ourselves as nothing? Passionately desiring for something Others forever against us Not wanting to hold us or defend us
If my Head is up there a part of  the clouds, then let the words that come out my Mouth,  be the first droplets of a Storm.   Storms can flood towns,  clearing away rust and rubble
I am alone Every day I sit At the edge of my home and I whisper to the abyss Later I return Hoping to hear A whisper clear From the Abyss
little toad what do you see?i see love hate and apathy;i see cristians jews and athiestsi see fools of sorts who go off to war.but dont know what they are fighting for.
Won’t you listen? Do not ask my name, For that was not my question. Heed my words and my message. Both of you, All of you, Every one of you. The world is crumbling,
Dear to bear witness To this lifes sickness And the grutus way Mankind gets this We are born free Yet born to just die Ur first freedom slipped so quickly Gods beautiful creation
You know what ticks me off? How people can be so cold  Dirty looks and a lousy greeting I'm new to this place, it's my first meeting All I want is a simple smile I'd like to see that every once in awhile 
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.  It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife. Life is fragile. When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
                                 A man                                                         his deprivation.                        scampers from                                                               gateway to
This is the place where all the kids come out to play...when it's real late and no one knows their names. Playing more than video games.
A reason I give
She used to be the sweetest girl ever, but her life became stuck in a sour chapter. She cries as she lies wide awake at night. Trying to keep her mind from losing this fight.
Life only favors the richWorking hard till deathWill we ever stop to restSeeing the rich enjoy lifeThe poor watch with doleful eyes  
Did you know that the butterfly represents life.
As the music plays, the only way to feel again is let love in. Can't you see it? Smiles contagiously shine. Ecstatic bliss overwhelms hearts. Consciences brighten with what is right. The color yellow glistens on the faces of the world.
The mascot of Nintendo; And the greatest hero of all time. He loves jumping around; Grabbing Mushrooms and Fire Flowers; Stomping on Enemies; Exploring the Mushroom World;
Young ladies too young to know what real love is. Too young to be dropping out of school. Popping out 3 or 4 babies at a time, spreading your legs for anything that walks by. Do you have any respect for yourself?
Long ago, the fire was dwindling With a roar, it kindled and manifested might That devastating roar was realization; I wasn’t truly alive   This is the element of my sign:
Times here on this planet Earth may be hard sometimes. I keep talking to myself in my head saying, "When will these problems end?". We keep thinking to ourselves, "If I just had this, I'd be happier".
I’ve heard America’s laughter and see smiles on their face I’ve heard America’s words to others, a disgrace I’ve felt Americas sorrow and anger from their mothers I’ve seen America’s racism and how one can act toward others I’ve witnessed America
            Will you ever notice me?             When I turn away from me?             Change my hair, my body, my animation?             Just to win your admiration.
You grow up and they tell you to look a certain way, and when it's not right they tell you to change. They say it's okay to be different, but not to different or you will have to change.
When everyone's screaming nobody cares what anyone else may have to say.
A life of a cell without a living cellis not much of a happy life at all.You humans make my life a living hellEvery time you slip and make me fall.
300 years of slavery, 300 years in chains, One hundred years of bravery, This finally led to change. Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign, Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
 You will never cherish what you have until it's no longer there,
I am woman, hear me bark. Like a poodle barking at the sight of nothing. That's what men say we argue over. Believe me, it's something. Cha-Ching! That's the sound of money being made, today.
Not Stagnant By: Eric Turner
Silence You wanna be heard? Don't make a sound. It's profound.
One of my old poems:  My heart grows colder My body grows harder My hair grows longer The days grow darker   Look back and find I'm standing alone again And I come to discover
Hush little girl, and rest in me
Consuming fire
     
   Go to school, get a degree, maintain a successful career, fall in lov
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
1 John 4:9-11 In this the love of God was made manifest among us, th
You may see me as nothing more as child But I have grown and exprienced many things I will still experience alot but I am no mere child I am an 18 year old child I am a child who is legal
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor echoed throughout the hallway.    A black hood encases her face, hiding her from the world.   She keeps her head down,
The days that go by Day in and day out. My words would cry Don’t hurt me, don’t shout. The loudness of everyone roars in my tiny little ears,  Where I want to hear silence And my mind to be clear.
look up at the sky, what do you see? a big crescent moon facing straight towards me  its big, its bright, its so pretty
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
Every day, People suffer. They put on those fake smiles, pretending everything is alright.   But in reality, it's not,   Do we know that? They could be teased, maybe bullied.
Carnivore, take everything from me. Make me into someone who is not afraid of conflict.   Take this pain, allow me to be okay, for I can not bear with this hunger anymore.  
Change I hate it
I would go out on the corners Handing dollars to the needy I would give them so much food They could even be greedy I'd go to places Where water droplets are few And dig a deep well
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
     There are worse things than not talking You can say something wrong                       you're stupid                           leave
Heartbreaks Couldn’t be you all by yourself
Now this poem might start off as a little bit rude but i think its time to speak some real hard truth on the matters at hand that are destroying society and bringing on an age of violence and mediocrity  
If i had one wish, i think that wouldn't be enough
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
I always knew this day would come. Goodbye was never so hard before. New days are calling, my dreams still young.
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:  
   I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
They say t
At times I feel its best to let everything be decided by fate. Sitting in the sidelines whatching what'll happen next peering at the world as I procastinate  
You never had to be profane
I went roaming (Villanelle poem) I went roaming in their territory, They can break and bruise me, I'll never stop fighting Snickering and doubting me, I am neither strong nor skilled,
If there's one thing that disgusts me about the world today it'd be the lack of acknowledgment of wrongs This country is the biggest offender especially when its main goal is based off of legal tender
Childhood Be good Take your nap Eat your greens Too many sweets Makes you sick   Running wild Making up games We live without shame Playing princess And Power Ranger
Here I stand with nothing of my own, Everything was given to me from the start. Standing on an empty road I must take this path alone, Watching everything fall apart.
Before you try to silence me, judge me Before you treat my story with negativity
Lets spread our wings up and high
Social Media     Facebook -   Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
You haven’t changed I wish I could keep myself away
High School, Not The End But The 13eginning   I remember
Dear Society.
Power I have none I can't change anything Stuck between wants and needs I don't have anything Unless I find a way I take the hard road Education can get me out
Walking the dreams of something that will never come true
Uprising, insurge
Change, to make something different, transform, or convert, making a difference in lives, or committing to work, for change is never accomplished because it is always needed,
Steamy hands on the window pane She takes a breath and slips away Pulled by hands of a sick step-father Iron bars built all around her   She threw herself to the men she saw
This world has become so sad Peace has been destroyed because foolish men have gone mad. And it’s because of all the misery Of the demons voices in their heads victories.
Still like water, in the shade of palms Beneath the arms, of a desert sun This soul is calm, with the frequencies Of the cosmos, flowing through me Blue sky across rough horizon Endless are these dry oceans
I don't seem to get the meaning in making more meek men suffer man made rules   Its a never ending cycle of tips and tunes and steps and breaks   Eyeing the moving hands,   
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure the vices that mold our souls into monsters, or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
i saw what you went through. i saw the sadness in your eyes. i know that you thought what they said was true. and everyone who trys to help you dry your crying eyes, you push away.
i put my cap down as i arrive temperture prospered beyond 85   its summer looking for a job   dam  not having one made my momma cry  time showing the change my mind  blaze with rage 
I like rainstorms They wash the world around me It smells new
I wish I could change the world,
Wooden Door. Silver Knob. Twist torque.
A change so exciting, so different, so new New Friends and Old Friends becoming few Parties, Football games, Laughs, The Insane
They sit, contemplate, ready for their battles. Fiery words are thrown, angry men scream and shout,
Bombing InquiryThe Ghost of Gun ControlWeaken a President.No Humor in Terror.Democrats, Dragons or Drones?Lost Every DayBeyond FearBroken Justice in the Bronx 19 Wounded in New Orleans Shooting
My eyes, crystal clear. I'm opned, anew... Inspired too. None other than the word love can explain it- It's bubbling over, unable to contain it. Not wishing to do so, I wish I had none.
I am the poet, madder red The odd accumulation of odds and ends. Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver My worth is determined by the words I'm giving. But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
This isn’t some side job that you can pick up whenever you have extra seconds on your wristwatch.   The nebulas of your eyes are always looking, observing each individual
I have an unhealthy attraction to brokenness
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land. The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger to their nearby relatives.
Who is poverty?Where did it come from?What will be its remedy?Why does it cause so much pain?When can we eradicate its name?How do we begin to let our lights shine and ruin its fame.?
From dawn to dusk Unable to seize Unable to capture Unable to freeze. The 8:30am heat.             It has awaken to burn Your sole. Pigment.
A brave man will fight against all odds for those he loves A coward will slink away A courageous man will fight for those who cannot
I fight a battle, I fight a war To find a job that I adore. But it must pay well my mother shouts, But it must be growing my father pouts. How can I worry about such things When I can barely find the means
There is a war waging on this world. It is waged by every country, every boy and girl. Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain. And water fights back with acid rain.  
How should I afford college? I'm sure this question lingers heavy upon every student's mind.
  but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea there was never a man so alive as was he forever, it seemed, he was just as a child adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.  
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
I'm in a trance Staring at my hands, and everything they do Everything they touch Everything they feel Everything they expirience And change.
With a word backstage When the audience becomes silent You could hear the sound of the safety pin holding together your costume Drop Curtain Applause resounds and lights search
The engine on the lawn mower roars to life, Behind it, a homely gardener emerges, The sweat on his brow glistens in the sun. He stops to rest and turns to the street,
I'm finally going to fill up the pages of my life.  No more blanks. No more hesitation to fill in the spaces with bold, deliberate strokes.    I'm going to be able to focus again
The time lost the time is gone  Our time we had was just so fun Every time with you it was just so great Now it seems I showed up too late
Ten thousands thoughts collide behind these eyes Cacophonous silence that drives me wild At all times led in every-which way But bound by science to live in only one place Choice is a hefty weight upon by back
I sit and stare, My mind a blur, With little sparks around.    They dance and sing, and start whistling, Hence creation starts to flow.    My head attuned,  My heart balloons,
We live in a world in need of great reform Where discrimmination and poverty keeps us all so torn How can we change this, you may ask?  Perhaps we should accept all individuals at last
As the stars shine in the night sky, 
No reflection in the mirror Because society doesn’t see me No confidence in my life Due to boundaries in my community No money at the bank Cause I never get a raise Only sorrow in my eyes
"Does the wind still rise?" stories told won't be forgotten kids running and the sun setting tell me these don't mean something can i tell you a story that you will clutch and carry and never let go
I have a voice, &I'll use it as if it were my last choice. My words and my thoughts define my expressions.
She was only 14, When he had collapsed into her lap. Eyes filled with terror, Hands shaken cold.
This is how my story could read, If I could help victoms families in need. Becoming a medical examiner would be a hardship and put me in debt, But there is no challenge that I have not met.
“What could we change if I offered to help?”Take note of this thought. Tape it to walls.Stick this to billboards and light postsand maybe the back of your head of you're bald!
I must change The voice in my head is telling me I must change
I let the shadows speak I let the mind grow But never let it be weak, To discover the things I need to know.   A beginning of a moment must come to an end The end of a moment must come to a beginning.
Mud
Three line segments sat in space. Together, they kissed three invisible vertices.
If I could change only one thing About the whole entire world
The paddng of boots and storms of dry dustDroplets of sweat brushed of bare backs in gusts The breath of the sun brings the warmth of dry weatherEach wisp of a breeze carries smells of new leather
    Neighborhoods don't improve.
If I could change the world I would not start with civil rights Or sorrowful, sleepness nights Or stopping all the senseless fights   I would not start with prostitutes Or giving people therapy
Life allows choices.. You can be productive and impactful. You can do nothing and be ignored. The choice is yours alone. Impact. Are you ready? Take the step, find the courage, welcome the challenge...
So far, no longer With technology and mind stronger Galileo could never dream that in reach was the moon's seam. With my own hands  and Armstrong's stands the Moon--light years away
A world once of simplicity Has fallen into a mystery From chaos and destruction Humanity could only blossom
For the greater good, for the information that the people need The people that work hard to find new technolgoies, tests, and cures that will heal the sick -   
If I could I would Fill the empty place in hearts To move on in life
Because we are the broken and shattered crooked smiles on crooked streets treadmill runners yearning for a place to be Because we desire to be found as "somebody"  
We hear about problems, All over our world, How there are  bombings, shootings, And deaths allured.    What people forget, Is how this all began, With hatred that came,
“You’re too young”.
The insecurities of a girl fought everyday The lust for love  always in the way The world that we live in, can be so cruel, But lets look at the beauty there is too, The green of the earth,
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.  
Spinning so fast goes the world, life happens so swift it comes in a twirl. Be still, my soul, be still right now. It doesn't even give excitement somehow.   "Slow down!", I say as I run so fast.
Acceptance is key  labels have become a necessity  and now they determine our worth whether it's skin color, your hometown  even your choice of clothes or your choice of faith  Acceptance is key 
Ah, the good old days, Where people laugh and smile, And children run and play. Kindness stays in town for a while.   Oh, the pressing present, Where people push and scorn,
Wisps of dreams To win the mean
Change It is what people fear the most But also what people expect as they progress
Oh, the beauty that could be,Oh, the beauty that could be,
She cannot change her opinion of herself, Can she only support the silenced. Deep in her throat, She knows she cannot change her opinion. The domain of man has changed their opinions, Of themselves,
I've never liked change too much Change brings risk Risk brands possibility Possibility boils expectation Expectation breeds disappointment   I've never liked change too much
I know that I am not alone I know that I am loved  So ask me what my faith is Ask me how I know   Or tell me that this science thing  Has put me in a hole You will tell me that religion
Another day One of hatred and greed A world of sin with no consequence For the deed No shame For the world is the same Keeps on trudging Day after day But stop
If I could change something I'd change the way you look at the world. I'd turn the scars on your arms into butterlies and kiss marks. i'd make you smile every night before you wen to bed. 
No one knows what to expect at birth. I didn’t choose this life, life choose me It's just meant to be. No one can choose, I had to learn to adapt It was either that, or end up on my back.
Nothings perfect in our world. Some of us thing we are, but we all have our quirks, our… issues.   I don’t mind calling myself an imperfect human being, there’s always room for change in me.
People are starving Becoming homeless and dying We got to make a change By making a committee we can arrange  
I saw a smuge of eyeliner  on her sunned, freckled cheek I wish I didn't have to watch her shimmy  sighing hard  into her jeans or smearing her lipstick  on a dry dark mouth
They called her names They laughed as she cried They pretended to be friends with her They filled her head with lies   She believed their words She took it to heart
  Hello world, Have we met yet? No? Are you sure? I could have sworn I was that veterinarian from that one time
if I couldi wouldchange every mirrorto reflect nothingbut our soulsso when the world glances,they see their beautybeaming from their hearts…or identify the crueltythat may harvest
YOU
No need to question your view
The way they see her The way their eyes scuttle up from her purple painted toes to the kinky curls upon her head Fixating on the width of her hips The rotundness of her belly The cellulite in her thighs
I feel a change occuring In my mind, my soul, caging My thoughts, my affections This emotion is raging I feel these connections In my neighbors, I can see aging In eachothers' faces, 
People always ask me,why some of my scarsactually spell out words.I tell them that maybe,just maybe,if those words areforever on my bodythey may someday mean
Give me a new heart, one that is pure and clean. Give me a heart that forgives and forgets, Not one that keeps grudges on a chart.   Give me a heart that will never stop loving,
  Changing../ It's all changing.../ It seems as if everything, has to change./ Nothing can ever stay the, same./ But if I could change, anything.../ I couldn't choose./ I'd h
Presently, I'm treading water In a sea of memories trying Their best to rush over me; Like music infiltrates the ears of the listener. That simple, that quick, That easy to lose yourself and get
Explain to me the difference between a house and a home, I've tried all alone but only to find it's not in my bones, I'm deep, Deeply lost,  Deeply sorry, Sorry for what I am, Sorry for what I do,
If I could hold a heavy hammer,  I would build a tree - something. 
To change the world with just one thing, An act akin to Sisyphus's to put a name to this change.
My father always told me I can't change people   I can only change myself   If I had the power....   I would change the girls on the playground who thought they were cooler  
If I could change any one thing  I'd like to be able to sing. For though I excel in much my voice cannot do such. The way the birds sing a song makes me sad that I cannot sing along.    
  Guatemala,             Trying to leave the 3rd World.             That's why we need UNITY! Israel,             So much sorrow and pain beneath those shawls.
If I could change one thing, Just one thing What would it be?   Would I change the color of the sky? Or maybe give humans the ability to fly, I could change the food in schools?  
What Would You Change… If you had the power to change anything what would it be? Your hair, Your name,
My hair The color too dark I would make it glow with blonde   My eyes A dullish brown I would make an ice colored kingdom   My nose To pointy and big
Your pain is my pain. My pain is yours. We share that just like we share blood. Struggling to get up each morning. Praying that we make it through our day. We are our own warriors, in our own war.
Hatred, Anger, War. Darkness in the Hearts of Men. From what roots grow this twisted tree? Where drop its tangled vines? Implanted in Human Nature, Fear of Death, and Pain. A growing unease, uncertainty.
Changing More than your clothes More than your appearance Start with yourself, and look deeply Inside   Leading More than yourself  More than what's expected
Never been one to settle on one thing, my mind always moving, never pausing to stick to one choice, one life-altering decision. Even my love for language sometimes never seems strong enough for a life-long commitment.
We live in a huge planet With many friends and family That it would be nice To be with them entirely.   But there are many influences Around us everyday That maybe one day
Change in one's self only happens within that one breathe, to change replenishes the unclean from being the broken to the mistaken.
A fatal choice;On but a whim the world unmake,Could I,For this inquiry's sake:"What would you change?"  
There are so many ways to make change But what is a dollar?  Just a body of ideas the government has told us is worth our time  just a collection of nickels and dimes And, I know, a penniless poet is penless, 
Shake up the nation Change the atmosphere Make them all know  That I am here   You say I'm a failure You say that I'm too small But just watch Cause your preconsived notions 
If I could change anything I would grow claws and teeth long enough to cut through the fake, plastic coating  that covers the world saying one has to be
I'd change time. The pace, the unsteadiness. The uneasiness, the discombobulation.
No more hurt, No more pain, No more broken hearts, And no more devastating surprises. There is a cure for cancer. 
Change. Coins in your pocket jingle Change. From relationship to single Change. Set a fire and let it go Change. When spring melts the snow
Change? Change is the thing we all desire
I sit here 
I sit here 
Change is the wind. Bringing with it new things Both tangible and intangible Taking old things Constantly happening Giving Destroying Always happening Change is the wind.
ChangeIsSo nat--ural. HowCan we say that ChangeIs strange or even deranged whenOur whole being consists of making transitions here.TheDaysGrow bothLong and short
  Decayed Tears drench down sunk in faces.
What would I change If I had but one choice One thing to say With this small, fleeting voice? What would I change?   I could go back into history To the outset of time
I really like your style girl but I hate the fact that you wild, play this game always ends the same is this how it all goes down?
If I could change something  what would I do? Would I make a new building or create a zoo? No I would change something more important The life of a child One who is unspoken
They say CHANGE is good Perhaps even necesary But every experience i've ever encountered with CHANGE has been negative How do you accept something that you've never wanted?
how can we change the world
There are a thousand thing
waiting on change one could be waiting a lifetime  are you waiting on your crush to confess their love to you? why? are you waiting on your product to take off beyond the stars? Why?
Our world is infected. We are dying slowly. Festering in their sins, our mothers and fathers  sit and wait. and wait. Wait. Waiting for it to end, either in light, or darkness.
You hear it all the time The cliched,  "There are only two types of people in the world..." But the world is more than just black and white
Who am I? What am I?
At sixteen years of age, in some ways I am not the girl I once was. I am not the care-free little girl who had no qualms. I am not the girl whom making friends was the easiest task in the world.
So many competitors, not enough prizes  I hope to seek a win in some of my suprises My ambition to win is higher than most  Although I've been passed by as if I'm a ghost
Two tomorrows
I close my eyes.   I want to see The canopy of oaks Dancing together        Swaying Their mossy branches Back and forth To their natural rhythm   I want to smell
Life as we know it Life is full of change Day to day it seems the same
The rap game is constantly changing Unfortunately, not for the better Instead of making songs about positivity, morals, and goals They're rapping about sex, cars, and  clothes
Back to the days when life had little meaning for us. Forced out of our homes watched our son die and heard our daughter scream as they were being raped. We saw the strange fruit hanging from the trees.
Silence screams clearly About the hurt inside all Speak up. Reach out. Heal. 
*/ /*-->*/  Tell me Sterling, what is "change?" " A verb; to make or become different. Whether it be yourself
I see change In every second there is change
Thoughts are as common as the world And at the same time they shape it Sticking to our detailed minds making them twirl
Teacher, teacher, taught me well, just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'. Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be, my dream job, my soon-to-be. Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
Sew a quesiton mark to your deams imagine where you shall be. Maybe you are a tree staying, waiting, without motion in one place for a lifetime seeing changes around you
Boston is such a beautiful city, Especially in the winter. Don't you love the lights that shine On the trees near Quincy Market And the laughter you hear From the people all around you?
A young woman, eighteen and fair, With big brown eyes and long brown hair, Made her way past the lamppost that stood, In the middle of her neighbourhood.  
Commitment To mention, to scratch, to consume Is not enough Eagerness, Longing, True appreciation Is the key instead Participation is better than observation Sitting and waiting only bring you
Disastrous
I would change it all To be free, or maybe just me To be seen, as me
If I could change anythingI would change the worldThe way we look at each otherThe way we treat the environmentThe careless outlookAnd the deep desire for money
Change Change starts from one-self, in order to change the outside world
Little children with waterfalls for glistening eyes Feel pain left behind from the earth’s constant change However we aren’t changing with it The battle for peace Isn’t peaceful at all
Children growing up too fast Hurrying to have sex before they go to class
I dream in Green I dream in shades of emerald and jade I dream in trees In plants, in mountains And sea
The power to work and the power to try,The power to tell the truth and the power to lie,This power is within us all.But look around see how we’ve fallenShort of what we could be.
What would you change If you could change Anything at all?   Would you make your parents Happy? Or would you go back In time? Correct a mistake? Do Better at school? Be nice to
Sat in silence and wondering how the world could be this way We're shaped with stamps of expiration from the day that we are made Time, my friend, he steals from me the chance to change my fate
Inspiration Where does it come from? Echos believe it comes from the places we've been. Whispers believe it comes from the things we have seen. All I know is that it comes to us in slow waves.
That little triangle, seemingly innocuous Delta, the Greek letter Symbol of change, symbol of difference Should represent our generation, our world.   Everything changes without stop
If I could gain the courage, I’d learn how to change myself. Not because I think there’s something wrong with me, but because I know that I can become better.
Change Change Change, All about and all around  But it’s the wrong kind of change.
For my change?what would I change? Not change as in money, not change as in cash.. But change as in movement & advancements done fast. Change as in a beginning of something brand new,
Every time I turn on the news, a family, a person, a life is bruised.
I stretch my span of wing, in the air once again My senses are heightened, carefully I listen; Silence. I fly over forest, why is the green so thin?
To change the world, Would be to change creation, To change the world,  Would be to change war, blood, hurt,  To change the world,  Would be to change friendships,  To change the world, 
She was everything her mother had dreamed of
Change people's actions For others to help one another  Instead of staying in fractions
Yesterday, I thought I would change the world, So I walked outside to see it all Thinking, "Where should I start?" So I began my search.   I looked to the sky, I looked to the seas
There are things which words cannot express things we feel emotions in distress   Swirling inside us forever trapped never to escape and interact   There are some who see
I would change society because it blocks reality and clouds perceptions
I once knew him. A boy with bright eyes and despair that seeped through his bones over his overpriced buttoned down shirt sleeves yet it wasnt visable to those around him but I knew him.
  It is hard to define                         Perfection Still, society struggles to be the reflection             Perfection
  I look at the world I was thrust into Those before me have left me with a burden of a debt And the wounds of war They tell me not to worry, They tell me that they are not the enemies
Is it what you wanted?
Ignorance is blindness,  and blindness is ignorance. We walk these hollow streets,  thinking we are fine, when truly we are walking on  an abhorrent line. Ignorance is blindness.
What would you change? What would I change? I'd chage the way peole think, Get rid of the unnceccasary judgement. Who needs that? Certainy not we. We have the power to learn,
I'm told to pick something to change. What possibly could it be? Would I choose more peace? Mean judgments to cease? I simply cannot see.   Some say that appearance matters.
Hand a dollar to your neighbor if she's ever in needShare a smile with a stranger when his endeavours succeedTake a cloud from the storm and make the lonely a new friend
If I nail this audition If I get this part
The world is a heavenly-hell type of place Some days are good and some days are awful I just wish there was one thing about me I could erase The way people treat me, just feels unlawful  
Change. Everyone wants it. Even me. But then I think about what I must exchange, In order for my change to be.   I don’t want any hate, But if everyone can only love,
I don't know what love is, Well, that's what they said. As they went and spouted that nonsense To their flavor of the week.I don't know what love is?I wonder... What is it that I feel,
Give me a generation,  and we will change the world Give me an hour, and you will turn the tides Give me five is all that is required, but deep inside you know you can inspire
did you know how much you mean to meor that I absolutely treasure youyour so unique in every way.I may make fun of you in every wayand pick on you for your little quarks
Life is full of opportunites And it's up to me to take my chances. To give back and not only change my life, But change everyone who advances. Because life isn't always easy.
Lost in a world without you, Your just miles down the road Living in your own world With only technology to keep us together But what happens When that very foundation that kept us together
With so much wrong in this worldI cannot decide who is to blameI know not who causes povertyNor all the criminals could I name I would like to change so many things
I wonder all the time Why they talk and whisper;  Why they can not seem to understand that we are all different.   No one body is the same No one mind thinking the same thought.
but one dollar —                -leap- 
Too often girls hear the word NO. NO you can't go to school- you're not allowed NO you can't get a job- it's not in our culture NO you can't leave the house- it is too dangerous But I WANT to go to school
How does one change in the face of all?
Imagine everyone being happy. The poor, the rich, the hobos, the CEOs. You can, and in your mind, you imagine them smiling. After all, smiling’s happiness. But you’ve smiled.
"Stop It!
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The world as we know it tumbles towards its demise, And the cause of this catastrophe eludes all but the wise Who know pollution, war and such - all harmful, there's no doubt - Clearly share a common root, which they could not go on without.
A system of organized conformity. Students rush from class to class. Girls in skirts, guys in pants. Clones.   Students listen, Write, Study, Memorize, But they don't learn.
No one seems to understand why our society is the way that it is.
She didn’t wear a turtleneck; She looked at me once; She sat on the opposite side of the bar: She asked to be raped.   It comes from a tree; A tree is a plant; Plants are green:
Change It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
People are not clothesTo be cast off as the weather changesUseful, needed even, but all togetherHollow.  
The Human mind is very stouborn, very closed, and very tight. Ever since the day we were born, we lose our sight, to what WE think is right.   The way Humans think is not so great,
It’s funny.   They look at you, Gaze into your thoughts, Pretend they understand.  
The Language of God By: Carrie Olsen   I am in a land that is not my own. No one knows what I am saying. Unrestricted, uncensored, I am free. I have a power over them, they do not understand me.
The renewing of my mind would not be an easy feat 18 years of conditioning will be a struggle to reverse 18 years of thinking that I was never enough; good enough, smart enough, pretty enough
I would have $5 for ever hungry child I see on the street Give the homeloess man that lives in the tunnel a cup of coffee each day Cover the backs of those without a shirt If I could change the world
There are many things that need a fix But if I can only change just one, Government policy is what I’d pick Even if only a little can be done.   The economy is in such a bad state,
 I am the sailor of the ship, and I sail the seas.
Look at you I could dry children’s tears with your  honey hair, With your peach lips plant poppies in soft fields, Lay clouds and oceans in your transcendent eyes. And seek solace in the blush in your skin.
The array of faces gazing at me on stage
The array of faces gazing at me on stage
Was it childish fancy or love? I stumbled, and then I fell Down, down, down Until I landed in his arms.   He always made me smile, Made me giggle, made me laugh I always longed to stay a while,
I would change as much as possible. The world to be in a much better place, no more war, no more hate but the world would still be balanced. I would change the world so we could have peace.
What would I change? Some things bigger than the Earth, some things as small as a Moment, Some things you may never have Thought of. The smallest Moments can change the most.   What would I change?
 I am on
Reach. Her arms are forever out-stretched pointing towards the sky. The rumbling in her stomach orchestrates her frustration that stirs in her mind. 
If i had the power to change a thing- no matter how big or small what would it be? it would be nothing at all.How would we know what love is if we havent experienced the hate?
If I could gather the world I would show them lots of loveI'll paint them in colors of doves
We are the change that will change the worldThe change is inside every boy and girl
What is my Dream Job ?  The Question I have been asked  for many ages now  but i finally have a response 
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
You want change you say, and here you all are preaching it. Preaching it to please. Please who? Yourselves? Pu-lease.           Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
  I’m crying. Right now I’m crying. The salty sorrows slowly sinking Caused because of too much thinking Ten-fold more as I start blinking Crying sadly so.   I’m screaming.
I once saw a child whose eyes were wild Hyper little thing with dreams and hopes in the mind Running, running, jumping, playing, smiling Her world had talking stuffed toys, adventures filled with imagination
One day I'll make a difference, you see Stuck and Lazy, stubborn in my own place But now I claim there's something more to me  I'll come out first in this potential race  The stakes are high but i shall not falter 
A Desire 
"Daddy are you on land? Daddy are you at sea? Daddy why arent you here with me?" Although we don't know where you are, one thing is for sure, your heart isn't to far. Our duaghter is saddened, and I frightened.
Fettered to a spinning sphere
change of
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,   The world is a monstrocity,  we manage to survive.   Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,  
  School makes me lonely It’s not like Being here has made me friends In my dreams I can see Smiling faces of friends and family But when I am awake I see People that care for themselves
If I could change things     She would not fear alley ways In her new short skirt
If we opened our arms, To hug her tight, If we wiped the tears, of whom cried at night, If we listened to the voices, That were afraid to speak, So eager to be heard, But never said a word.
what would i change? no matter how big or small what would i change? I would make the smallest kids seem tall I would give knowledge to the ones who need it most
If I could change anything,I'd open our eyes.Open them to the childrenCalling out for help.Open them to the homelessShivering in the streets.Open them to single parents
There is no better race, Everyone is of equal taste In the eyes of God.   It doesn't matter what you are. Asian or hispanic, White or black, People are all the same.  
For a year now, I've been free from high school. Or at least I thought I was free from its rule. For that year, I chose to be lazy and not do anything, Not even acknowledge my brother's engagement ring.
There is a world of prejudice out there One filled with more hate than I could write It progresses on Even as its inhabitants don't There is a world of hypocracy out there
One job can shift me into a better being helping the blind see or give a nerveless woman feeling
What I would change In this world with many things Is the attitude towards women When they wear shorter things Because I shouldn’t be judged Or followed down a street For wearing a dress
They say my thighs aren’t skinny enough That my hair isn’t long enough Or curly enough. They say my stomoch isn't skinny enough That my hair isn't skinny enough That I am not enough But I don’t care.
What did you say when the ink was etched into the skin of many, pale, fragile, souls locked away for a difference in belief? What did you feel when the two mechanical beasts in the sky light,
I would have changed the way I treated her. Cast away from the land of African Pride, That one snowflake  Unable to melt or shine. I was supposedly a nice person. I was that girl 
Classrooms are bustling. Students are hustling. The school day is underway. The teacher is up front on his sway. The same routine over and over. The class sits, bored, getting older and older.
Although it seems to be in the trees, or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees, that make us all feel a bit more alive, I think this solution resides inside. Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
What would you change? The shape pf your body, or the color of your skin? The size of your car, or the car you live in? Or maybe thats all too cliche for you.. perhaps you would change the world, and end the wars too?
If I had the power to change things I would not change much Just the direction of my feet When the ground is hard and Laden with a cobbled facade I would change the sound of a tragedy
  If I could change one thing, it would be discrimination The only thing it brings its separation The world has no place for segregation We are brothers and sisters So why are we adversary?
They starve here and there They starve everyday, but no more Problem solved everywhere     
To the poet who uses words to explore, to you who thinks you know more, you manipulate a bondage of words to stage, I the historial who studies the past,
If I could change the world, I would abolish prejudice; Or the bumpy past, That created it. No race more superior, No size more supreme. Only happiness,  And positivity gleamed.   
I don't want to seem selfish I know there's bad all around But this holllow sound of emptiness Drowns out all of the cries for help   I don't want to seem selfish
It’s not working And not much has changed So it’s time for blunt action To take place. I should not worry Walking home at night. Teach your sons no means no
To change, alter, modifyIf I had the power to revolutionize,Every stroke of the brush placed in my right handwould ever so gracefully trace my vision. 
An expert dressed in appropriate attire
To look in the mirror and see something different, I wonder if that’s the apple I’d pick.
Racism. It's such a strong word, A prevelant issue, Something that separates, Discriminates. It leads to wars. It does not love. It is an unjust system. It hurts.
You ask what I would change myselfWell, my friend, you seeThere's nothing I wish to change in myselfBe I'm perfectly flawed as me  
ONE day you'll dream a dream
Choice is a conscious decisions We choose what we wear And what we say And what we do But Love is not a choice Love is a feeling Mysterious and dangerous Silently screaming
listen  to me wen i say that im done its over i need it to be over listen to me when i say that im ready to try im ready for this to end listen to me when i say
I look forward to the day When the share post doesn't need to say: "Share if you are a strong black woman who doesn't need a man." "Share if you are a strong woman who doesn't need a man."
Devilish deliverer of darkness Eerie establisher of ease Faithless father of fear
I loved her so until the end but even my love could not mend of the evil that lived inside of her and continued to hide We had to make our schedules bend
Look at Pam, at Sam, and even Frank Look at all the misfortune kids around the world.
 
People don't seem to understand people think we're bubbly  silly overly happy and hysterical teenagers  when in reality we're the complete opposite It's not all rainbows and unicorns
He said this She said that You come to me asking for help because you know  you know that I will even if I'm ill don't question it but when you leave and talk behind my back
The eyes of my mother show me. I see the change of life imposed upon her. Her hair lightes to gray. Her skin shrinks on her hands. Her memories only vivid in her imagination. To give youth to the aging.
Honesty is all I would change maybe if we all could be genuine love would not be in vain if I could change the roles of honesty maybe a liar would feel the victims pain He lied to me that's why I feel this way
I search, but never find the key that unlocks my mind. The truth to a lie, a clue to crime. A heart that never dies, a soul that never cry's.
I'd change the construction business. They stop traffic Take up time And NEVER seem to finish the job.   Late to work, The only thing the tires get is dirt.   The way it is built
Sometimes it feels like I'm walking in circles Encountering the same things everyday Like a boring routine   An exit door is at a moments reach  The door's unlocked But I still walk in circles
i wonder if we will ever realize we look an awful lot like ants working so hard to move over a crumb proudly building our beds but the storm can wash it away any minute panicking over a dew drop
There are people everywhere, living life without a care. But with a plea and a cry I beg for them to open their eyes. Plastic Islands in the Sea Merky water filled with pee.  No longer peaceful and sarene 
What sustains life on earth What began life on earth What we rely on day by day for the relief in our bodies It’s chopping the thread that holds his life   The thread is cut deep
I want to live in a world without hate Everyone who is muslim is not irate If God is love then why are there religious wars? The amount of fighting since ancient time soars
Hate.. An awful, six billion ton'd word.. You can feel it build like a crescendo in an orchestra in seconds... You can hear it crash through walls no matter how deaf..
At the top of the ladder is your goal. Each of the ladder's poles represents Your steps and efforts to get closer to that. And your soul plays a major part in your pace.
Did you ever think The young girl with the brace face Or the boy who was afraid to come out Or the teenage mom who to her family was only a disgrace Would be living on the brink Of a never-ending sleep?
Look at the leaves change Why can't we change something, too? I wanted to change.   Changing me would be Trying to change a brick wall I tried way too hard.   Worked at it all day
This world is tuff So are we The young, The old, the weak. It only takes one. No more No less. Will that one be you?    
I look out onto the world,A broken, world full of hate,Changing minds and people unsat,
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
I dream of world, our world A world where kindess is a first instinct where we stand together in all times we work together to better the world my world, our world
you have so many great things about you your jokes make me laugh your smile makes me happy your voice can change my mind in a secent   by now i know i love you but... your anger scares me
You can't look at yourself in the mirror anymore without seeing failure written on your forehead. You're at an all time low.
Questioning Changges Everything
Im tired tired of waiting to have a perfect body tired of all the screaming  tired of all the lies  tired of not being perfect  why cant life be easy  why cant our generation be in peace 
  Imagine a world with no color How dull our lives will be Every moment the sky gray That’s not the way Our dreams won’t be dreams We will wake up with screams Because a world with no color
We live in a world where celebrities have replaced role models And political leaders are universally labeled “liars,”   Childhood idols crowd rehab centers And Gagas have replaced our Ghandis,  
If I had the power to change something, I wouldn’t change anything. Between me, my community, and the world There is nothing to change, not one thing.
If I could change one thing It would be so that the world could stop hating. It would be so that the color of my skin, The religion that I practice, The people whom I choose to love,
Sick. Sick of pulling that mask on again today. Sick of playing the part of the girl they expect to see.   Tired.  Tired of trying so hard to find the right way. 
Change is what people think they can accomplish Change is what people think they can bring to themselves, Yet they can't bring it to what we call "today" We have people dying of hunger,
Success is defined by most people as a journey.
Place me in a world of peace and I will know bliss. Throw a grenade of love into the city and they, too, will know this. Take out your tazer and shock me with kindness.
What would I change? Being such a broad inquisition, there could be multifarious interpretations. 
What would I change? Wouldn't you like to know? I'd feed the hungry To make people grow.   I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all, And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
You are stubbornness makes me sickYou can’t just agree?You can’t see the frustration in me? The anger you have scares meYou throw your hands in madnessYour voiceThis person isn’t you
o1. bandaids for the earth where she’s splitting at the seam and soft butterfly kisses   o2. flower crowns for every head turned down, make lonely corners
Change can lead to many things It may simply lead to a lot of bada booms and bada bings I have felt that what could be changed is something that one would not find strange I hope for less conflict 
By: Anyssa Q. E It is the hour between sleep and wake, when the starlight hits my inner-eye, it seems to glitter as light upon lake, this gleaming spark in a steaming sky.   
You’re telling me that a woman is only beautiful when she’s naked
  If I could change the world   We would live in the moment.  
Living in amber Rigidly transfixed on them They, the elitists   They have no idea What He and the Devil Portend to reveal   Change consumerism
  I have been given the power to change.  To change anything I want. The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
Life is intertwined, like an intricate web, one event leads to another forming our existence. Without that night you might not have been conceived Without that drunken father you would still be naïve
As I walk across the street, all I see is anger and fear. Men yelling with every meet,
Imagine a world, Filled with love, Filled with understanding, and filled with compassion. 
Fly
There once was a man who was bound to the ground,  a man who was tied to the Earth.  But one day he sighed as he looked to the sky and wished he could fly like a bird.
as the rain dances from the sky descending, falling  from weighted clouds  they find indulgence  in newfound independence  exposure to the pressure of wind 
If I could change anything, I wouldn't change a thing. To change a thing would change the world, thats not for us to do.   If I could change a big thing, I wouldn't change a thing. 
I could write 'love' on my arms  or mark X's on my hands,  but beyond this social expression, how am I to distinguish between awareness and self-indulgence?
In a nation deemed free, prosecution still reigns on a day to day basis. The “right” bash the “wrong” and the high continue to rise, while the low still fall.
If I want to Change My perspective on the world I must change myself
  If I could, my eyes wouldn’t blink so fast. My oh so lonely heart wouldn’t feel so smothered.
  Preferences
I sit at home, reading about the calamities of the world And think to myself, "Couldn't these be handled better?" More often than not, the powers that be twist their authority
Change is a thought that more often than not will ceaselessly remain a thought. What we would change about the world, or others,
There are some who believe in the lie
“If you could change anything about yourself What would it be?” The question that haunts Children endlessly   “I’d change my hair” One replies Another – “My eyes”  
All I knew a year ago was how to love you more and morebut falling down opened this doorA flash of light shined so brightwhen your eyes met mine in the night
What has this world come to?Where we have to hold a slam to say what needs to be changed.
I wish we all could remember,
In a not-so-far village,
I would change Love , Love would be free, Love would be open, Love would have no limits , Love wouldn't need approval from others, Love would need honesty , Love would have cherishing moments ,
Through the trees I see the world changing, the slash-and-burn rhythm of the falling grass and the burning weeds.   Through the window I see the world changing,
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
People day by day tell me how blessed I am and how I don't see it
Two eight-year-old boys meet. One of ebony skin, One of cream. After hours of frog-catching at the park, Their fathers see, and take them apart. Why can't we be friends?  
Smoke another cigarette to take you away
I feel as if I knew every inch of your being. Your soul, dark like your lies. Your smile, as white as the lies you tell. Your eyes, once as deep as the ocean, now as deep as the trench where you threw our love away.
Why do women cry? Could it be the pollution in the air? Or is it that they are in despair? Every women cries for this or that reason
One job. One life.   To change. To inspire.   A spoken word.  A musical addition. An artisitc eye.   The definition of what I may become. Advertisement.   
It's as simple as comparing apples to bananas. Everyone is different and that's the beauty of the human race. Different tastes in music, food, and  Even the ways we talk make for an indescribable
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage Bouncing around the room, Mixing with the cushioned chairs And the old-people smell.   The brass blasts out a baleful melody
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)  
You ask what I would change about things in my life, today. Why does the world listen to the media and accept what they say? Why doesn’t internal beauty matter to us more than external looks?
Thin Thick Fat Small Large As I read these words normality comes to mind Our society has brainwashed our minds to think that skinny and thin are the new perfect
Feelings of imperfection line the path leading to C Ch Cha Chan Chang Change. With perfection, metomophosis is unnecessary, but I am not perfect; I need to C Ch Cha
I live in a society in which the people – they don’t care. They tut and they tsk at third-world problems “Rape is bad”, they recite, “and dirty water is horrible
Change yourself, Change the world, Bullying is not supported, You may not degrade someone else, You will not laugh at someone Based on religion, Skin, Language, Looks,
One,        Two,               Three,       Not it!  
  There is change There is inspiration There is hope left in these young bones.   I am a kid Grown up too fast in social expectations. I am a kid Watching others do the same.  
Change is always around us Change is everywhere It happens every day, but sometimes we hardly notice The temperature, the shape of the clouds, and change even arises from tectonic plate movement.
I was asked what I would change about this world. Would I change the war, drugs, crime? No. Because all of these are caused by one thing: Hate. We hate those who are different;
What would we be if god made it so we couldn't see?
If an Author is a job than believe me my life will be changed. I sit and pondered on what is it I want to do for the rest of my life. It came clear to me that it would be to write.
I look and see greatness and admiration. I always have to look pass my procrastination. I would like to change that so I could get more things done.
  
If I could ask a simple favor, from memories I simply savor, I would change my history,
There's something so beautiful About the way bright lipstick Clings To a faded cigarette. She must have been so poised, Lips pouted perfectly, With that slender smoke
Looking back on the year, I may have changed my hair Or the clothes I wore Or maybe I would have talked to that boy Who gave me a smile and winked; I might have won that tennis game
My soul mate             One day             I find myself fly away             Leave this world             Above the stars               Back again
Never letting go of me                         Shifting, thinking, bending             You twist my body             Whirling me around             Glamorous  
You're terrible words pierce through my viens. The looks I am given bring me down. I catch myself. I will not back down. I live because I am given this life. Change your evil ways.
When love is made real Then shall people awaken To change for better
you are the stars i gaze at every single night you are the sun i wake to with its rays of golden light you frolic in my orangejuice and snuggle in my bread you've nestled in my heart and you've rooted in my head
Don't define the undefinable People are not words, people cannot be broken down No dictionary can tell me who to be  No thesaurus can find something similar So neither can you.    Everyone says:
Some have dreams, others have visions. It's all about setting up your goals with percision.  Born, one day, sitting in an old classroom the next.  But, you know, you won't be like the rest. 
Wind against these walls And the silence goes unbroken Save for my own breath How are we such strangers now So different I’ve known you all my life You meant the most to me
I want to give freedom! I want to give it now To the African child thrust into warfare at random to the the millions starving men, women, and children to the thousands of kids 
If I could change the world, I wouldn't change it.  For we already have the capability to rearrange it.  We are a feeling species. Full of love and of hate. Yet we cannot appretiate that fact.   
Skinny is in? And fat is out? If you are large try not to pout. Lose that weight and you will be pretty. But be careful because there is no beauty without titties. NO! You can't love the same gender.
If I could change one thing-  It'd be your life.  It'd be the hopelessness you feel in the morning.
I'm not sure what I want to be But I know what I want to see I know I want to see brokenness healed To see humanity revealed I want the heart put back in society To stop all the hurting
Everytime I look around and see an inhospitable stare directed at me, I want to say QUIT LOOKING AT ME! I'm no different from you
The shack The shed The grass has bred The leaves are dry The trees are dead The path forgot where once it led The birds no longer fly the sky The wind whispers words once said
If I could change one thing What would it be? I’d have to change everything I knew that was the key  
And not at all i wish to see that ghost that lives inside of me   And when you wonder what has to be Remember what you said to me.   And though whats lost can be replaced
If we all took just a little bit longer, to make decisions. If we could all change our state of mind. Where would we be? If we took into consideration all of the
Change is a good word when it brings improvement Not disillusionment. There is so much that needs change besides just soliloquy For peace and tranquility. The world is full of pain and hurt, tears and sorrow.
I'm fne are the words I hesitate to say, I seem to be lying more and more every day.
Permed pressed and pampered My hair, oh my hair. Its beend abused and tampered with Since I was young how could I dare
Permed pressed and pampered My hair, oh my hair. Its beend abused and tampered with Since I was young how could I dare
i once taught your fingertips  the formation of  guitar chords like  E minor and G 
i used to write about  the wind and how it carries the lovely  broken thoughts of humanity 
  Little ant in the hole, Go dig like a mole, Little ant in the hole, Don’t go explore.   For you do not know what is out there, The unknown is forbidden, and that is why it is evil.  
Change  
We scream  We yell But we do not fight We protest We lay down We say we want change Yet do nothing Because deep down we know It is our fault
We scream  We yell But we do not fight We protest We lay down We say we want change Yet do nothing Because deep down we know It is our fault
There are two worlds in the World that God created. One is that people that can hear and hurt  and the other is people  that can't hear  My Number one dream Job would be to connect these to world.
A little girl feels thatShe will end up alone.A young boy has noFather figure within his home.These things are well known,But will change when I run my household.
Only known in Love and War
I stand in front of the mirror- a girl I see, She has blonde hair, green eyes, a pleasant face to see.
He had been 'reading' for As long as he could remember. His mother's voice was soothing to his ears As it washed over them in a soft, murmuring tone. A tone that was betrayed almost every time
Selfishness is every where, hiding in the dark. Eating away at our souls without a visible mark. If I could change one thing, selfishness would be it. Without it life would get better: slowly but surely, bit by bit.
Change, everything is constantly changing. We need to change the issue of bullying. People are dying, children are crying, yet still there's hate. When will the world see that something needs to be done.
The Real Change Is what you make for yourself becoming the person you aspire to be while staying true to yourself Is going out of your way to help family, a friend or even a stranger
I used to be here, Didn't we all. History shows, Powerful nations, Always fall. But we never worry, Never show fear.  Just shake our fists,  And drink a beer. No! Don't cry,
I looked up and saw that dark shadow, My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound. The next few seconds went in a blur, Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it? Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it? Think About it, Why do we care so much about money, When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
What is wrong  with today's youth? We are all stuck  in our little booths.
Waking up in that deeply familiar, August morning cold, The old will be new, but the new will be old. Everything will be different, yet everything will be the same.
What if I could change one thing about my life  I would take away all the pain and the srtife All the talk about my size and height I would want to start life over and do things right  
Today Oh there is so much violence Day to Day, no one is safe
Baltimore. Alleys filled with souls that care. Some don't. Walking through these shaddowed streets Laced with lies and disquise, Bow-ties , drug highs and a child's eyes Not knowing what it's all for.
The world is bleak  Our future is dim,  At least that is what we seem to believe What happened to the Wonder? What happened to the faith? What happened to us?
 If change were to come I would break out, no longer scared no longer hidden.
Isn't it funny how change is the only thing,that stays the same.If you only stay for the day,My life will change.We are never the same,Even from yesterday,Because in this world,Change is always,
Change appears everywhere we go. Some people say it is not worth it. I say it should be worth it. If our change affects someone, at least one, on a good note, the change was worth it. I would change and
There are many things That I would change. Some things revolving around Physical appearance. Some being people's personalities. The thing I would want to change most Is the way the society works
What if, one day, you woke up and you noticed a change.  Your hair is no different,  your height is the same, but you feel it in a place deep down all the same. 
In 5,4,3,2,1  The words I will here when I sit in front of the camera at my dream job It will be more than a job it will be a career Getting the story, delievering the story, and the greatest part networking
If life were perfect there would be nothing to change Then on second thought, that makes no sense because "perfect" doesn't mean "the same" But if that were in fact the case we'd make each moment last
My dear, My friend, My confidante, you are drowning in suicidal greyscale. The world, so vibrant, paints our lives with emotional colors- our thoughts, feelings, actions-
We can change The woods, mountains, and valleys. We can change 
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream, This fall I’ll be moving into a dream. Studying just what I want, where I want to be. People say that being a critic is not enough,
     
There's a girl all alone , cold ,hurt , and judged A teenaged girl all alone , makeup all smudged From crying and crying , she's crying because Noone understands the things that she loves
When I took a look around
i admire the crayons for no matter how you push or how hard the pressure they'll pick themselves up and cling to their other i admire the crayons for when in times of stress they melt together
Whenever I drive by the the third stop sign on my way home, I think of the fear that lived in my fingers As I flicked my cigarette bud out the window, wondering if my mom would recognize it was mine
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old AbeAnd with thousands of othersCheered for a dreamA dream full of hopeThat we wouldn’t see
Why is the sky blue? Let's make it purple.   Why is the grass green? Color it blue.   Why do humans have such beastly attitudes? Put a smile on their face.  
  Welcome to my Nightmare   She broke another bowl today. It was the second one this week.
There was a time when I cared a lot about you. When I yearned for you to be near. When I loved your voice Your eyes. There was a time when I saw the future in you. When I thought I was happy
I strive to change lives Not only mine but others School can start this path
Imagine a world you never have known Colors and shapes and ways to be shown,
Have you not witnessed the change in your son? I am no longer the child I was. Remember when I did try for each one,
See a boy grow up with bruises on his back ‘Cause he can’t change how he’s born
Everyday a little boy wakes up in fear Will he make it to school? Or get shot like a deer? Nameless bullets whip back and forth Like snowflakes during a blizzard
They often don't think before they speak, Some words are strong,  While others are weak.  Some people are different, Some are strange. But those who are selfish, They must change.
If i could change anything in my world, it would be the heavy reliance upon materialism, most teens in America are unaware that they are spoiled,
We change our clothes     we change our shoes         we change our faces             and see whats new. If i could change something in the world     I would make you see through the eyes of the sky
There's a tired young girl There's a strong woman There's a frail, bony teenager There's a big-boned athlete. There are girls and there are women
Just get over it, she said. Were these words simply a cruel joke? I never expected to hear them From the walking medical degree in a lab coat. Shouldn’t you be smarter than that? I wanted to scream.
Be the change you wish to see,but often your eyes are blinded.Be the change you wish to feel,but your touch can be misguided.Be the change you wish to hear,but sounds are so deceiving, 
  If I could change anything it'd be the world. If I could change the world I'd make it a better place. If I could change the world I'd benefit the entire human race.
I lack somthing that many people have. Sometimes it makes me quite mad. I want to walk while not looking down. but, I always seem to be like a stray hound that wishes to be found.  If i had confidence
Being healthy is very important to me, On nights, and weekends when others party, I am one with the iron I am lifting. When others make the decision to eat unhealthy,
What i see is what i dont want to see. My ear hear what i dont want to hear. People have become things instead of human beings. teens even kids doing drugs to keep the mind a prison instead of being a given.
Out of all of the millions of things in the world that I would want to change my top choice would be smart computers. I like how we can say things to our phones and the words will pop up n the screen.
 Oh My Gosh, I Hate Myself! I am hideously atrocious. Why can’t I look like her? She is gorgeous; a size zero; tall; model-like. Everyone adores her. Why can’t I look like her?
What would I change? What would I do to fix this broken earth? What would I do to recreate the humanity that has been lost through the years? What can one person do?
There are many things wrong And many things right. So much confusion. So little light. How many times  Must we face a disaster? The lights keep on fading. And there is no real "master".
Abuse Detrimental, Awful
What good would Earth be,
Society needs a change. Society tells females that they are beautiful without make-up, without pretty clothes, and that their weight is perfect.
E very individual has their own voice, their own D ream. U nique to each person is innovative ideas and C reations, that can benefit society.
The pain of watching His mother was screaming He couldn't stand up against the demon He locked the door Opened the drawer It was always there Like a best friend  Tears of relief
Synchrony
When asked what I want to be 20 years from now
No sense makes nonsense 
If I could change any  one thing, it would be the way  I look but I do not see
I look in the sky to see smoke Poisonous smoke that makes us choke Industry continues to take over I keep to myself, but I need some closure It's right in front us; in our eyes
Change starts in the soul,it starts in the heart.You can’t change the worldwithout noticing each part.One life, one human, one person at a timeYou can’t change the world
Change the world they say, It happens when no one sees I would make them look.
To change one thing would be a dream. Where people don't bully or judge. Whether it's just because or you're holding a grudge.
To change discrimination To really make all equal Men and Women Women and Men Earth would be most peacful indeed If the change of discrimination would come The world would be peacful
Change is avoided, Change is never percieved as good. Change, however, can be the best we can do for ourselves.  Change bad habits, Change the way we view ourselves. 
A silly question, "What to change?", It doesnt follow the rule. You dont tink about the pointless things, the hopes; the dreams of fools. But, if i were to change a thing,  of any in the world,
Where is the love in this world so cold? Has compassion died off with those who are old? Has the ghost of the heart flown away?
Not too long ago I knew a pretty young thing who laughed right, who talked right Never left the dinner table unsaid. My mama used to tell me: she looks a little bit too much like you,
I am the subject to so much ridicule ...in my mind. In my mind,  I am the enemy. I am  both the angel and Devil. In my mind,  I am hated and feared. I am the running joke except...
  Nothing is perfect and I don’t want it to be But somethings on me may need to be tweaked
someone gets a problem wrongthe other kid yells "retard"across the room the teacher says"don't say that""it's offensive"but why? why does a wordjust an arrangement of lettershave that effect?
Can you see from my clothes,    all the things I know.   Adorned from head to toe in mediocrity.   I use to feel the need to exceed normality.   
If I could change anything You have to trust me I would But I don’t know what I’d change So I leave it to the Lord   Plans of the timeless Being I trust in them like I should
The ability to change the world is greater than I can imagine What would I change is a great question Would it be to creat world peace, or take away crime? Or would it be more complex, like slowing down time?
I am not quite sure of who I am Or who I might be; I am one of my father's daughters, Though I am still scared, you see.
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
Gods of many names over centuries of existance all preach the same thing love each other forgive each other take care of each other.   I walk with christ and I read some scriptures
We ask for only one thing,      But no one is ever listening.  We ask for peace everywhere,      And then comes war.  We ask for equality,      And then comes democracy.  We ask for prayer in schools,
For four long years The students sit and stare At the walls of the school Asking why they are there
If I could change the World It would be for the Better No more hurt ,no more pain, No more war, or breakups No more crying, No more Death People would see who they are Girls would like themselves
What would i change? A question to be thought. There's a variety of flaws but should we change them or not It's said that everything happens for a reason So why should there be a need for change
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
what if there were no mirrors and she didn't turn on the television mesmerized by fluttering fake eyelashes and airbrushed cheekbones on cloud nine she wouldn't touch her reflection
Change forever, change for now Change is lurking, change is smirking. Change is without regard, it isn't hard. Tell the world your aspirations, shout out to the nations
Today’s a new era, a very extreme era.   Society today, well, it could be better.   Influence today is disgustingly vulgar,   
Washington, Lincoln, Jackson and Franklin
Once upon a time I was just a little girlNot having a care in the world of what I ateBreads, pastas, and much moreI didn't realize how much I adored 
Why would i ever wish to change the world? Many would wish to cure disease and safe their loved ones. Who would blame them? However this world would grow to 
The world has too many flaws But these flaws only come from us Most people don’t care They don’t think they can make a change But we are greater than politicians We are a family
Blank stares are given, Long live the smacks of hands that raised pains that slave the masses Yet ignored through the constant acknowledgements   Embelished though it seems the hate is real...
I've known the world surround meand I've watched with tear-filled eyes.As all the broken peoplesend their Prayers up to the Skies.
Quarters, nickels, and dimes can change hands every day. Each face different, but to a child, they only see them as gray. Open your hearts like a target register. And see the world like a child
If I could change the world, I would end all wars. And for all the crime, there would be no more. If I could change the world, there would be no more fears. No more pain and suffering. No more tears.  
If i had the chance to change one thing id change the way the world thinks   we think too lightly upon the problems that surround us daily dont care about them  
Aspire to Inspire someone the meaning of life Aspire to Inspire someone the cosequences of strife YOLO, you only live once But what about the golden days when we would write to one other?  
Ignorance may be bliss but it’s time to risk awareness. Knowledge hurts, but nothing in this world is painless. You may have a thirst for love, but I have a thirst for wisdom.
Life too short to live the same day twice. You cant stop life, You cant rewind it, You cant skip to the future,
Someone once told me that history was useless. And even though I loved history - loved it like a child loves her bedtime stories, falling asleep to dreams of battles and triumphs so long ago,
Illness and diseases... Hurt and suffering... Abuse and murders. They, and more, keep happening. Every day and everywhere.   We can try to avoid it but we certainly cannot go too far
   Life's Blind Spot By: George List
It's been said that to change the world, First we must change ourselves. I think that is a great idea.   I'm trying. I'm hard to change. Where do I start?
I look at the girls on the TV screen and the magazine covers, Their flawless skin, eyes, and hair. I wanted to be them. I could not see past the manipulation and lies of the media.
Although change upon myself would be lovely,Although change to the faults of the world would be just,
Food, water and shelter That's it.. That's what I would focus on If I had the chance to change the world. I'm serious, all other issues aside   Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
Make your words count. That’s what they tell us day in and day out. Somehow, I think I’ve taken this a little too far. I overthink what I want to say to the point where The time for saying it has passed.
If I could change the world what
Danielle's my favorite teacher I'd tell her all the time If she wasn't far too busy Keeping me from knives She told me that she loved me And when I asked her "why?"
To be in a world with over flowing judgement makes one cover up who they really are.
What Would I change? Thats a question to many but ony few can answer. What we see when we look into the world that we kive in is pain, heartache, heartbreak and chances missed beung chances we must take.
If I could change If I could fix every little insecurity  that lies within my mind would I, even be I?   I could fix my nose or figure by funneling foreign substances into my body
    
Based on a set ofFibonacci cheat codes,And an almight being;We all came from oneFlower stemWhich postioned us as petals
We as humans go about our day, simply living our lives
So many things could change,Only to change one,How can you choose?I would change the way people see time.People are so caught up in tomorrow or yesterday,They watch the minutes tick by on technology,
'Dye your hair, change your name, Get a job and play their game. Learn to drive, get a degree. If you're kicked from the cage, are you truly free? Don't talk too much, don't be so shy,
Imagine I had the power to change anything in the world Not the stereotypical status quo kind of change like world peace But...
I found at that place at the fork in the road where change begins. I found where life waits on the point of a knife where everything hangs in the balance. I’ve seen how everything can come crashing down
How different the world would beif each one of us looked at each otherthrough pure love's eyesaccepting our faults and limitationsaccepting our weaknesses and debilities
Be true to where you come from But don't make it what you are   All people are quite different,  Yet not too far apart.   No matter what you look like,  upon this planet Earth.  
Change is a relentless being What is there that Change has not touched? If there is something that comes to mind It is the sunkissed meadows of grass hemmed by the downtrodden gray skies above  
Love is an explosion in the sky. Thatsends streaks of color,  Melting down to the horizon Where it meets its reflection. Two, different blues Come together to reveal A harmonious balance,
A promise broken,You said you would keep me.You said you would stop,Mommy, Daddy can you hear me? A touch from God saved me,
Look me in the eye and tell me we aren't the same,
I feel broken and understimated by the people that I deal with in my lifeI'm overcome by the thought that I will never sleep a whole night in my life
Together, we can break every chain holding us back. This black on black crime will one day end.
We are scared of being judged. We are scared of being wrong. We are scared of sounding dumb. We are scared of change. We are scared of the future. We are scared of relationships.
For all you who thin
For all of you, welcome, welcome, welcome To the world of ‘you cannot do anything right’ Where the only noises are the chains that bind you to rules and regulations
I feel like my life is like a tree.
Watch her run. Watch her run down the hallway. Let your laughter ricochet off the walls after her. Never let her get away without crying; that ruins the fun.    
Short Skirt, seven inches above the knee Long acrylic nails and pedicured feet Half shirt top, exposing of the breasts, Just covering the face with makeup, not caring about the rest
Povery, war, hatred, greed.  Smiles fade as does bliss In this life today, it is all we see.  If only I had one wish.  When tears outweigh the fall of rain And the act of smiling becomes a myth,
Why don't we play Gatsby, I'll play Gatsby, You can play Daisy, Five years can separate us, But nothing ruins forever, Let's sit around all day and lay in a pile of clothes, I'll try to please you,
If i could change anything I'd change an essential thing The American Education System It may be fit for you but its not fit for them
Sweet angels we are, and sweet angels we'll stay For it was nurture, not nature, that made us this way. Perfect curls and silent glossed lips, A pretty face and smiles to kiss.
Child:                                                                                                           Echo:      
Eating dog food,
     Jr.High. Through the halls, head held high, making fun of kids of many types. Just for fun? Just for kicks? I couldn't really tell you why.   The laughs I got, for rude comments I made,
What has this world come? Who says you arent beautiful if your not a size 2? People these days never seem to surprise me,always following the new trend. Well, i say today, today is the day it needs to end.
One Direction! Its like an infection Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam Biggest boy band ever, It almost as if they gave me a fever I love them, yes I do.
We look in each others’ eyes, uncomprehending, we don’t seem to realize— strip the details and what remains? we are the same.   Society is machinery, and we all have our place,
Very vague are the Various viscous Vibrations volleying With vast Motorizing strength, The blasting of the Motor To the best bang Of engine blinding The eye with
I go to school in a melting pot I thought I was the majority but now I think not I am now the minority at school not that is matters It took me two years to notice it and my brain isn't scattered
if i was able to change one thing, i would probably change dealing with people in the morning at school. I am NOT a morning person, and i get irritated very easily during the a.m.
Every little kid admires an adult every adult wishes to be an minor as we grow we realize that not all is for us and not everything was made for just one   Every morning is a fight to change the future
It's a new year they say,
With it we define, the meaning of life The need to realign, without much strife To impose our odds, beyond our right
Is it me that I would change? Or is it the world and its evilness? My qualities go beyond range But this world...it has no sense of friendliness I must admit I am a little strange
All we need is love,
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight Time marches on, Or so I'm told This Body is young
I would not change my bue eyes, or freckled cheeks I would not change my broad shoulders or big white teeth I would not change my wheight I love me, I am great.   I would not change the past
Isn't it sad That we don't give a damn
Busy sidewalks, crowds of people— rush rush rush.   No time, no time, will not stop hesitate—   Too busy busy busy too much effort to see difficulty.  
I sit next to you every night and feel the tension. You still can’t see why I want to be with him, Why I love him so dearly, How I could ever be with anyone like him, And one day, I hope you will.
Throughout time, it has always been natural for a man to be with a woman.  However, times are changing and our generation is changing and embarking on a journey for equal rights and equal protections. 
It's a peculular thing; life, One goes through everyday struggles, Yet never does it end, The endless torment, So what can be done? We can kill the problemers,
You see the world, yet you ignore
Words have power beyond our control. The power to heal, the power to kill, They tell what has happened, and sometimes, what will.   Words paint pictures that are vivid and full.
You say it's the light that comes from within, Bright and sunny is how you've always been. Your smile would light up the room and you weren't afraid to dream, Nothing could harm you so it would seem.
You’re so maybe, just maybe
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
Hugged fingers for safety protect me
The justice system is supposed to make everyone equal under the law But when you go before a jury of your peers  they judge you based on your skin, race, religious , gender and economic situation
When thing changes
The girl who seemed unbreakeable... ...broke. The girl who seemed strong... ...crumbled. The girl who always smiled... ...cried. And the girl who never gave up... ...quit trying.
I felt the thud of thunder Ripping at the seam.   My voice it fell asunder The pelting of a dream.
It's not complicated at all just stop bullying
Can't you see that times have changed?People move on but you're still the same?Everyones got their own lives nowDo you even know where you're going? TIMES HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD
The power to change. The possibilities to achieve. How many lives can be touched?
Those donation boxes for the local animal shelter, school supplies, coats for the winter, clothes for the homeless, would be filled to the brim. Overflowing with fabric, food, pencils, cans,
Change is
Your anger pulses through the air. I try to avoid your traps, but I'm shaking with fear. You wait, watching my every move, ready to pounce.
The power to change the world is not a fantasy. The power to change the world is not a dream you wake up from.
When you find yourself asking yourself what you would do if you could change the world (if you could do anything big
Try
To do what has not been done, To try to help or try anew. Will you climb the tallest mountain Or try your hand at swordsmanship, Maybe grant the needy a supple wish? Will you survive and fly,
Lines of bodies piled one behind another, Sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers, Looking for a few walls to cover their heads, Hoping a few mouths could be fed.   But there was no room in the inn, said Jim.
I am a little girl Tucked in bed, sleep tight As moonlight fills my room The pitter patter of rain plays music on my window pane. I try and focus in on the rain, but I can't drown out the yelling
I cannot bear the History The Submission, The Imprisonment Intelligence wasted behind the fearful pomp Confined in lowly places that don't suit us   Women, much stronger than believed
Fifteen ways to die
The burger looks scrumptious and you want to buy that hat
Pain Loss Buried within The crumpled memories chaining you down Not moving forward No progress A victim of the past Until you have the strength To let go Savor the good memories
Funny how things work Replaced by another girl You still think of me. 
    Change has become my enemy Welcome it I do not   Wish it were friendly But to my life it rots   Everything in sight And thinking all is right We do not fight  
A fire,   brightly, beautifully, shining in the dark,   lighting up the empty night sky. The fire,   a gently wavering flicker,   warming up the air.
Everyone is complaining about the way our world works, Yet I never see people changing, only acting like jerks. So much judgement and hatred and not enough hope. Maybe if we stop the neativity people will learn to cope.
A blood stained path,A lonely road,Mountains of corpses gaze onwardAt the figure walking, unceasingly forward.He remembers his past:The innocence lost,The idealistic dream corrupted,
It’s time to prepare for life on my own. This January, I will finally be considered an adult.  My eighteenth birthday will be celebrated in my new home, And the next photograph will be different.
Forty days and forty nights of detoxification hell because God knows to eat is a sin worthy of the fall of humanity. For just as it is human nature to sin because of Eve-
Forty days and forty nights of detoxification hell because God knows to eat is a sin worthy of the fall of humanity. For just as it is human nature to sin because of Eve-
This year's almost over How terrific to hear It hasn't been the best, and that is certainly clear.   Filled with depression; Overflowing with sorrow Not an obsession
            Corporate media dominating the airwaves             It's a time for change             Washington D.C. no longer representing me             It's all a plutonomy  
It's true to say, Every girl has flaws, And it's true that its displayed Every guy has been clawed. But ones for sure, For me it's a personal tour.   I can say that I've loved
Bright red lips, Sizzling hot, Eye-catcher, A megastar, she is The Queen of Surprises, she is Her softer-side faded Simply sweet she was A bloomed and pink rose she was Fresh,
shreds of winter hair shroud stippled skin,weathered by one, two, many weekscrouched and soliciting in the steady glowof our capital’s sun. Once full lips shrivel,struggle to form the one simple word
I promised myself that I'd never change. I declared to the world that I would remain, forever the same. Strength was my middle name,  And I could not be tamed!   What happened?
You’d be surprised how much power we have over our own minds. I imagine survival back before our times and the development that required. They used their brains and had too. Using each part and functioning as one form.
Time flies by and everything is forgotten, the goverment stop to watch it all waste away, does everything have to be so rotten, because i have something to say. Instead of just watching pain. fix it,
A sea of faces, multicolored pencil cases
As the winter slowly approaches The leaves keep falling and winds steadily blow  a new change  not of a cold and frozen time  but a time of warmth  a season of dreams  discovering fantasies 
Laughter fills the room as sadness takes the floorDrowning a couple of pills to feel some type of waySmoking to smoke the pain that way
Our education system has got to do better. I know nothing is perfect, but we can not go on like this forever. Kids using profanity instead of the intellect God gave them.
why cant i tell my teacher that  there are more important things than the square root of 247 or that she should truly open her mind and teach us to do the same?
No one else,
If my heart had legs and feetIt would have run away.Projecting from my chest on beat-A simple, deft display.  
Walking down the halls Day in, day out Things change, life moves on The biggest change comes crashing down Changing life forever Control Domination All this going on Nothing we can do
How different the city lights look
Shift the schools' focus
Stunned by electricity
  The Point of Being   Transition It has all converged So long I’ve yet waited and so fast departed
How can you love when you can't walk down the halls without being judged? How can you love someone when you are constantly hiding it? How can you love someone when society says you can't? Who cares what society thinks? Who cares what people say?
I’ve only got one life to live And for too long I’ve lived covered in sin.
On the day of the dead I came to life,  and painted my mask in white. 
Arkansas State so beautiful Natural as can be Friendly people everywhere We do not miss a beat   But disappointment looms In my home state true A view upon marriage
Delicate snowflakes, decorate her flowing hair, Winter has arrived.
Teachers better start caring  About what their students know. Instead of teaching just for the grades Of the students—it's all a big show.   When you step out of the class room,
She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.
So many times you hear the word change.
You teach us the life we must go. You say that without education there is not future to believe.
My heart and soul shined, when I heard that prohibition had died. No longer will the public be blind, By the governments non-factual lies  
when the door closes that's when the clock stop, that's when his mind take control,  to all those who don't know  he's speaking in ways only some will fully know while others stare blankly and you just continue to go no stops or brakes not even a
When I was your age, The sky was purple The geese were green and flew home for winter. When I was your age, The sun set blue and rose from the watery deep and vibrant maroon. When I was your age,
Despite being gallantYou are so flippantNow you have crumbledUnder the weight of your own bundleWhich is filled with avariceAnd governed by men of malice
The days passed by faster than I thought, remembering how foolish and carefree I was my freshman year The days passed by faster than I thought, now my sophomore year, spending my time in afterschool tutoring for being behind
I want to change the world. But I am just one person, what good can that do?
Everyday I sit quietly Wishing to say Everything I've ever wanted But I can't seem to cave Yet with friends I'm so different Its crazy to see  How quiet and shy a person I can be
Keep your head up kid Wipe those tears from your chin Let me tell you something,
I open up my mind, and see the possibilities. Fantasy I always find. Space and time just reality. Peace signs around the world I always hoped, but every time I look around the world
Education will cure the cause of hate. Everyone should try to inform the rest. We can try to erase ignorance from the worlds full slate. Then we can really address the real cause of this mess.  
Afraid of what I may become. Frightened by the thought of the future. My body is Radiating fear. The fear of what will happen when I leave. My mother is Afraid that I won't come back to spend some quality time.
Skittles, Multicolored Candy that's Sweet to the Teeth Mingle with blood on the concrete floor Of an innocent boy Whose color didn't match his murderer So why didn't we war On a gluttonous bigot,
It’s that time of year again.   Labor Day rolls around and summer comes to a disappointing close; so ends our brief, innocent repose. We're back in those uncomfortable desks
When summer came, I wasn't sure if it would be, once again, the same. Shy, quiet, watching you all have fun; But that was okay, that's how it was done. I came to realize, that if I stood back yet again,
Here I am, just me, Standing on the mountain top. I have changed, renewed.
  Change flows as the rivers. Water rises, rushes, ebbs, and slows, Bestowed by the Giver.   Submerge – frigid – into shivers.
Is there ever going to be a difference in the way we look at one another? Are we ever going to love one another? When will we stop criticizing one another and grow up?
How can I learn to trust that you'll be there If I need you when I'm hurt or betrayed or scared, When most of your species only turns a blind eye To what goes on in this place, like it's sanctified.
Sometimes we threw punches, Both verbal and with our fist, Though the bruises left over, Whether on our ego or on our face,
We live in a world filled with hate unseen by the naked eye but it stills hits you in the face Am I living in the right place?
They say that it’s manly to be aggressive, To own a weapon, to smoke, To drink, do drugs, To have many women “on the side,” To excel in sports instead of academics or art, To act rather than think,
Music is in everything, it is everywhere. From the gravitating pull of rocks avalanching down a mountain, to the sound of my fingers caressing my scaple through my hair.
I hate it when adults, Think they know who you are They think they can look at you and know what kind of person you are They think they can look at your grades And decide the road your life will take
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass.  It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class.  She is funny, hilarious in fact.  I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act.  Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
As I sit in this class, And you speak of many things. Time comes to pass, As I try to hold the knowledge you bring.   Eyes fighting the urge to close, Attention starts to stray.
Knowledge is Knowledge is a mosic Colorful and broken Pieced together slowy Knowledge is everything And nothing at all    
Yeah my brain's getting bigger But my skin's getting thinner.The test says that I'm a winner,But I'm not. Just tell me this won't last. Remind me it's just a classDon't tell me about the pastLeaders of our land And an online confrontationMeans I c
You see a homeless man Standing on the corner of the road. You see vehicles Passing by him. You see women and children Scurrying to the opposite side of him. You see the world
A fairy is real when a child is young, A belief is what that idea is among, Everyone believes in something, Societal change is what beliefs can bring.   Religion is something one cannot escape,
How come when a white looking Hispanic man kills a black boy it's all over the news, When, African American is killing African American. Sometimes they are boys, Six and seven!  
Have you ever felt that feeling, Where time flies way too fast? You're only half way through your freshman year, And you're already looking back. Was there ever a moment, When you thought it'd never end?
Here I am in this seat once again Geometry, Chemistry, all of it, in my head My life is headed in no direction I feel as though school is just a distraction What will I learn at the end of the day
Talk, talk, talk All they do is lecture It makes me want to walk- Away from this opportunity that’s so good ‘Cause I’m feeling the pressure I know if I do I’ll end up in the hood
The rising of anxiety, is riding me, so privately and I can't seem to find my needs, so I just sit here silently, No sense of propiety, eats my soul so violently, I'm hiding from society, I'm fighting myself mindlessly, My mind blocks signs of pie
I love going to class and learning all I do But hear me out when I say that change is overdue The seats are as hard as stone and make noises when I shift The coldness hits my back as I sit in the rift
I try so hard, even when I feel I have made some progress It is for naught.   My line is corrupt.
‘Buzz Buzz’Off goes the timer.It’s forever been a heart-dropping reminder.“I can’t do this, I’m awful at tests”Even so, I always give my best.But reading 6 pages in 5 minutes isn’t my specialty,I tend to approach these things so dreadfully.How fai
   The roofs caving in  and it's getting hard Economy gets bright ever day but it rains outside and inside their just to much pain should of could of would of but times slipping away
  The Crown The bearer of the crown is not the same as the wearer Perhaps sometimes they can be the same, if the wearer is
Technology is Always Changing,  Always rearanging,  Yet we are slown by the system,  The educational system,  Were we learn through books, When we want to become cooks, How can we learn to paint,
Teachers can be great, however, they can also be foul, some kids can start to feel like bait.   Teachers can smile or they can scowl, but they are there to "help" us. They can whisper or they can howl.
A blue moonComes once a monthIn the heart of aLittle girl. With the biggest eyesLike scoops of chocolatePlopped down inThe mouth of men.
You can't take a stand in your room I won't care to stand to hear you Your suppose to be a leader, a role model a teacher. Not an insecure, naive, believer.
You Wont remember me, I am just a check on your clipboard, a failure to ignore, a name to forget. The money is the reason you stay. Its fine by me, I mean its only my future at stake. Thats just it- iam a mistake. My troubles dont keep YOU awake.
Hey, raised my hand. Yet again not seen. Here! Taking attendance but not yet remeberd. Student in the front row Teacher treats her like a queen. Not asking for much. Its really quite simple.
Into antique graffitiYou slam me;Books filled with the company ofEnemies and falsehoodsMold me,And them,And usInto mechanized monsters,Unable to breathe,With disparities for
As a teenager, we are taught to be an adult. But what is really an adult? They teach us about the Government, but nothing on how to do things after highschool.
You call this higher learning? You call this a class? I think what you should call this is a half empty glass. What are you doing with your life, where are you going with this class.
i live to be ill, for the thrill, keep it trill and if you walk into my house I'll be sending you a bill i dont need no money, but i get it tho i don't complain, it's insane, the way im stackin doe
Here in this classroom Here five days a week sitting here bored and pressured listening to you speak.   Now it is finally my turn so open up your ears. It isn't my problem now
" You little brat" I wouldn't believe you, I had no reason to. "That's what you are a brat!" It was just a little mess, just clothes on the floor. "you don't care about anything except your self."
  You & Me   Looking in the mirror, I see you, the me that use to be The memories of not wanting to be you
They say education is important So why can’t it be When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
I complete by marryin that girl dominique until i realized she ain't got the best physique  The was the second strike cause her heart wasn't right she was intercoursing just out of spite
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
Some things will never change. such as the moon, the stars, the sky. however i cant help but ask, why?   ive come to terms, with the facts above. but i cant help but ask, where is the love?  
When the voice of a distant cry Wriggles under the paper prison you began I start to grow into another skin   Yet, as soon as you turn your head towards me The world slowly grows dead
Dripping from the point of my pen Is the elixir to beat time How will you catch the precious drops then Stealing life from these words of mine How does ink a man immortal make That any word can bind time itself
When your boyfriend comes back from war, tell him you love him.
Don't tell me it will be alright. That is something that neither of us know. Yes, I have a past-and a challenging one at that- But this is where I'll find my path.
numbness is what I feel most when I am alone. tears rarely streak across the flecked cream of my shell in solitude all the while
Teachers screaming no- "¡Solo escribe todo!" Only success path   Teachers screaming no- "Talking in class? Then just go!" Strict, uptight- There's no right   Can't teachers say yes?
  My resolve is to live and to live a life like God. To live from the 5th dimension It’s weightless, timeless, limitless, boundary-less, and ageless My favorite from that is timeless.
Did I mistake this for that lovely thing That draws some hearts to stir and to forgive; That perfect tune the birds in springtime sing; A lullaby that mothers ne'er outlive?  
                                      Remember Me Do you know what it feels like to be alone? For you to become unknown? We hear stories but we don’t experience them on our own
Eighteen is seven months away, Each day I’m learning a little more about what adult means. It’s the time in our lives when diapers and pull ups are exchanged for boxers and thongs. Our sippy cups for have changed into
You teach of tolerance, But you know not what you say. One false word From lips wishing to express What it means to be free Sends missiles raining Upon the heart That only wished for
This girl once had a purpose.She strived to be the best.She left it back behind her on the Golden Gate bridge. 
I got my report car yesterday and like any teen my age,  I went on my twitter page, saw a bit of rage, expressions of a bitter day, but as I go to type my tweet, I don't know what to say.
      Gymnastics is coaches  That are strict and precise.   Gymnastics is warm ups  That make you drip with sweat.   Gymnastics is ropes
I understand that I am part of a system. A winding, long, twisting system, Filled with loop holes of all kinds.   I am summarized by 2 little numbers, And a combination of 5 letters,
  His muscular shoulders were hunched over, head bowed, and hands tightly clasped together.
I lived to walk among the scenes Of people walking by. I lived to hear the mother's scream And hear the baby's cry. I lived to lend my helping hand Until one day I saw The thing I could not understand
education its part of a nation its where you make your best creations where you learn your best aggrivations     
I see you lookin at me I know you think i can't achieve But what you can't do is bellieve You need to start lookin deep   I may fall asleep But I am trying and applying
Little kids with sticky hands, rush toward their superman. Begging for a taste, begging to be set free.   A hero. A leader. Someone to look up to, they stand above everything.
A bottle of Jack rests on the shelf in the garage. Alone and empty it sits, waiting for what? To be replaced by another just like it?
The river is as steady as my beating heart Still for miles, unwilling to move I watch as my ace forms within the subtle waves Slowly the wind pushes the waves Ripples erupt
  They walk around scared and when we come near they give us odd stares when really we should be the ones with fear when the coppas roll around the gun us down outta no where
Today I'm making a path of my ownTo show the world that I have grownIn confidence and strength I walkThis growing path, nothing will blockI'll make a difference, I'll make a change
Tapping the pencil against a desk, the scraping of a chair across the hardwood floor,running fingers along the keys of a piano lost in thought,                       what is that intangible, sweet tasting sound I've come to adore? My ears have per
Its a reality we all have to faceThese broken mirrors aren't just a phaseThe shattered bottles on the floorJust symbolize a closing doorGetting your shit together is hardAnd we all have to play our part
Blind words lead no where, blind thoughts get no where, blind concernes never see the light, and blind is your fear that we will  not survive.   We may not pay attention, we might not be too bright,
Don't go changingThat's what I thought you saidChange yourselfThat's what you said instead
The Mockery Students file out of buses in the morning, Into a web of quota. Curricula goals created not by the educators, But by the State.   The System With admin lurking,
Music reminding me of you, Is the music that's most sweetest. Places that we were, Makes places more beautiful. The words that you spoke, Made words seem so powerful. People that remind me of you,
My breath sighs and wakes the dust sleeping still and silent on the rough leather covering pages of my brain. EYES SWOLLEN and overflowing with stars, I begin to gnaw my pencil.
Thoughts run rapid inside my head filled with words that I never said So here's my chance to finally show what I believe our system should know The best example of course is me
School life has become a social endeavour: walking through the halls more focused on friends than studying and in the end, fretting about getting through, and around people to our next class. 
Sitting in class, Wondering when boredom will pass. My fingers go tap, tap, tap, When will my teacher make this a rap? When did school get so serious? Why can't we go explore and be curious?
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
I lost a day a few weeks back It slipped right through the cracks Of time I think I found it again, in mask But want it cemented, at last, in rhyme.   January Second slipped away
For better or for worse, Lovers pass. In sickness and in health, Lovers pass. The seasons seem to change with the people, Not the other way around. We’re all just floating along in this mistaken world,
when i get tired (this feeling of lonliness) i close my eyes (come meet me) i walk through my dimly lit mind (everything is empty) and i begin to pray (there you are)
1. I am a princess. I am a mommy's girl Innocent and preppy and loved by my family. I am done with baby bottles, But only barely. I am still a child.   2. I am an Arizona girl.
A Sick Child Lies In The Bed By His Side to God His Mother Plead To Take Away His Pain As Chemo Spread Through His Veins He Knew He’d Rather Be Sick Than Dead
We don't believe in change, at my school It's actually quite a pain Why wouldn't they want their students to learn Such an essential thing? A course was created and designed  to help construct student leaders and yet the course is criticized  By m
Hey, Teach! Yeah, you- Coach of that game. I have an A in your class And you don't know my name. Your main focus are those guys, The "populars", the jocks. But I have talent too,
Change What in school? Change Everything. Make it a happy place. Make it an exciting place. Give us teachers who want to be there with us. Provide us with decent food. Allow us art, music, and theatre.
I dream of change across the world. I dream of change from door to door. From happiness to equality. A brand new start for you and me. To walk in and not be judged. To speak your mind and not be smudged.
It’s the beginning Born the same, life is simple Why would there be hate? But the winds change Clouds turn black with jealousy And the cold descends Eyes stare with hatred
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert Sleep was a luxury she can't afford. Always moving and never staying long Trying to look to the future, but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
Each word clung to paper thin pages with some particular tenacity the teachers teeth cut against soft palpable ears The floors knew these lessons had heard more words could tell them more
It is vital to understand compassion as well as compassion for understanding. But this day in age is all about demanding. Join in for a revolution. Join in for this landing.
The victor was a democrat, Who won with the drop of a hat. Republicans tried their best. Their defeat, they had confessed, And Mitt was left on the door mat.            
Leaf on the ground Silent with the morning dew Will we stay the same?
I am a testament to  small potatoes. I am a testament to childhood dreams I forgot I had, Only to uncover them in fit of tears and to the knowledge that
I woke up 30 minutes past eight, And School starts at nine. I know that I will be late, So I give up trying to be on time.   I walk into the class ten minutes after the bell
I'm a faucet of emotions when my pen strikes the page Clarity and bliss engage while my song plays Melody and word possess the key to my cage, I'm locked in the cell of routine of everyday life
  In the spring The flowers all bloom In wonderful colors, Like last year.   In the summer I think about the endless Days and the best of friends, Like last year.  
These veins will no longer drip rust. I will scream loud and high-pitched And I will be recognized. I will force them to hear me and I hope my anger will disgust them and my eyes
When at a door a common thing Is to knock your hand on that door. But is that door meant to be knocked on? Is your hand meant to knock?   Or is your hand meant to build that door
Us We ask it for a cause we don't always understand mostly replied by a shaking head or a troubled sigh “Maybe later, the economy is tough, times are rough, I already give enough.”
you stare down at me with those pretentious eyes   best, you want better I can feel my self-esteem d r o p p i n g like ink from a quill
Why hello there little boyWhat can I do for youA heaping serving of knowledge you say?Well isn’t that cute
The teacher blames it on the kid, The kid blames it on the home, The home is composed of the parents, And the parents blame it on the system, The system blames it on society,
Change changes the page Of the story I live, Rearranges the stage  Of the performance I give.   Swiftly sifting the sands Of this time, Surgically snipping the strands Of my prime.
Everyone growsThe more we learn the more me fearThe unknown casts a shadowWhere do we go from here?
Changing everythingI once crawled, but now I flyNothing can stop me
[disclaimer: This poem is a little raw. I wrote it at 3:30am and refused to edit it afterward.] I used to think that I was big I used to think that I was strong I used to think “I’m an adult.”
Given the chance... but why? why change? don't hold back on yourself for your growing and growing   So some difference in your life strive for change  even in the hardest of time.  
  "It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion" It is easy to be anything other than exactly what I am It is easy in my life to procrastinate change
Have you ever just sat down and thought about the decisions you have made?  Or the decisions of others around you that have affected you in one way or another?  
 You'll say what has changed?I'll say nothing but time.We'll well water our wondering thoughtsAnd wait till they collide 
This is a monotone spectrum, waving in and about our minds, releasing emotions and making us feel. I fear we are the same, each and every day.
  Rewind back to a time... Back to a time when things Were slow and serene. Back to a time when I had a dream Was more than a tweet... It meant something.   Make no mistake-
Seeing everyone reach for the same goals gets tiring Sprinting towards your success  wanting nothing but self-statsticfaction  being proud of yourself means more  knowing who and what you will be
    I shatter mirrors relentlessly thinking ''what more bad luck is there in the world, than the bad luck I serve every day.''  Bad luck is my parasite, It consumes my little bit
Must be willing to Change, or remain frozen in time Become purified
     
  From bud to blossomTimidness to confidence Changed through venture
Not once in my life have I heard someone say “Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay. They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl, and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.  
"Momma, you are a vivacious woman with enormous potential." "Son, the corrupt has taken away my innocence." "But you have given us all birth."
If I had taken the other path Where would I be now? Many times I have contemplated The many-faceted image Of myself, In a far different place.   If I had chosen darkness instead
We are the future.  We are the past. We hold the fate of the world in our grasp.  As insignificant as we are,  we make the world. We are history in the making.  Holding our heads up high,
It's hard to follow the changes in you people around you affecting your moves look back and miss what you used to be you lost what you needed- unintentionally.   I'm sorry to mess up all that we were
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
Do  you believe in ghost?  Well what would you say if I told you that I am just a ghost inside a man? That all my demons are inside me haunting me and making me into what you hate.   I can’t keep living this way.
 Power.. How is it that whenever someone has it.. It consumes them? To think you are better then others. To put them down until they are the dirt you step on as you walk To destroy your enemies left and right with a grin on your face To crush ever
I sit here waiting. Waiting for the world to change. It changes all around me but not for the better. Never for the better, but always for the worst. The worst comes in many shapes and sizes.
A day. 24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 84,600 seconds. So many things can change. shift. evolve. dissolve. resolve.  Revolve around useless emotions and empty words. Who you were at 8am is not who you are at 8pm.
He left me half dead you know? He left me a drained girl who had drank from his love for well over a year. He left me hungry for love and affection for comfort and heat.
  Sex. Parties. Drugs. It’s claimed that’s "life" by people who call themselves "thugs". Tell me why are these artists called artists? Convince me that my generation doesn’t react to this.
I once was a child, ignorant of the Devil’s orchestrations whereas Overconfidence intimidated Priority. Delivery of divine desire upon request though a coveted dream in disguise-
Traveling the heartless tunnel, where I must defend, Where I must pace slowly, The Raging Wolf snarls in my glittered path. Muting the song of heartbreak with his temper, His seductiveness and lust-
It is like the biting into the core of a cold,chilled lemon, the realization leaving its memory to taste like a deep, salty, sore. It holds and grabs, a needle piercing deeply against your skin, my skin
You think you can change the world.You cannot.The best you can do is change yourself.Change yourself so dramatically,that the world will look at youand want to change,and change because of you.you did not change the worldyou helped the world chang
 Sometimes....Sometimes it feels like I'm all alone. Alone on a earth, filled with beings that have no human soul I feel like I'm alone with no being to relate to. I know its not true
Honestly, where im from success doesnt come around commonly You're successful if you survive a lifetime in my shoes Successful if you're not related to violence and are broadcasted on the news
  Slumber, sleeping softly Dreams of lazy summer days soon to come A door bursts open and a robed woman shouts at me IT’S YOUR BROTHER, GET UP Panic It’s 5 a.m. 
A young girl steps down— vanity becomes so small inside of herself.   A woman steps out of the shallow pool of pride and lets herself love.   Despite injustice
Chapter One I am a grown up. I am now an adult. I walk to the beat of my own drum. There are no real rules, no real consequences.
       History is in the making.  As a matter fact it's very similar to baking. A little salt for the flavor and biter root for the haters. Then add some sugar to the mix and you have the beginning of a flick.
Sometimes, when you read something Even just a simple line or phrase You may find That this small string Of carefully and specifically constructed Letters Describes a phenomenon
What shall become of the worldAs our finger around the trigger is curledAs people continue to fight their brothersDestruction is the answer to win all the powersBut what is power when no one is left
Can one attain the ability to Invoke happiness onto Himself or herself Would denial have to tie into This indefinable equation Although to each his own But what is its definition
  Change is everything. Growing up not being accepted for your own dreams, who can tell you what you can and can not be. No one. No one to talk to about my situation, i turned to poetry instead of danger. Telling my poems at talent shows.
Words change, propel, inspire, Words give, comfort, guide, Words cripple, damage, diminish, but, words connect. Words connect hearts, sentences, and people. And words destroy connections just the same.
  You say you don’t like me I ask you why, is it because of my hair I don’t think that’s fair. Is it my clothes, I guess no one knows
Change is what drives this world. Nothing stays a constant speed. Every heart beats differently. Minds rearrange themselves. People speak obscure words. Friends say "I'll have you're back, No matter what I've got you." I say "Let's be real here,  
Miss that girl, she used to always smile She loved talking to her friend and hanging out She loved to smile Loved to talk I do not understand what is wrong She cries herself to sleep
We'll be here until the end of time, let's not leave love behind, let's be kind, clean the earth, make it shine, because our world is so fine, everything is beautiful, keep an open mind,
Nothing ever stops Deeper, higher, further still More is yet to come
I don’t feel you anymore Numb to spine shaking vibratos Your crescendos don’t stretch my rib cage like they used to   My dearest piano, you were the only friend that never stopped listening
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably. The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long. Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
The kids of the future Havin fun, laughing away Don't know a single damn thing in the world Crys and have someone to hold them Grow to become man or into woman So basic minded!
No matter how hard I try I cannot escape it I could try to fly, But I would never make it.   I could try to run I could get up and leave I could say it's no fun
Glitter on the Wind. That’s all we are. There for a single, Shining, moment In a memory, And blown by, Lost and forgotten, By the busy Fast-flying winds Of the new,
“This is who I am. I can’t change.”   I have killed choice. I’ve given up. I'm a slave to myself. I’ve surrendered to gravity.   NO   Just because I was born that way
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
Trapped in the web of decisions made, I miss feeling free. Free from the world and it's ensnaring situations, they deceive me constantly. I know I am capable of greatness, however,
Music is my heroin. Headphones are my needles. Being able to drown you out is my highI dont tlk about my feelings. I do musical therapy. I feel better without talking.
Kids cryin’ and dyin’ Whites and colors never getting along How did everything go wrong? Have you ever seen a troubled Mexican girl walking alone? Or a little boy behind a glass on the phone? You see, I have
peer pressure, a stereotype for teen but really what does it mean.Its pure pressure.
How are feelings expressed? Through words? Through voice? Just one sound or one word can illuminate ones heart,  it grows and becomes a never ending cycle. It continues to grow until it spreads across the world like a wildfire,
Let’s take a journey through time:   An unborn nation, Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…   Swish, swish, swish… In search for new territory.   Bang, bang, bang…
Things change Nothings the same  Life goes on ... Someone gets killed  People get ill  Life goes on ... Things get better  You learn to accept   Life goes on ...
Throughout ancient time human kind has been confine to the design of someone else's mind but im finally here establishing my identity my humanity I am he I am I I am me
When it comes to change,it's intimidating and scarybut ultimately necessary. Without change, we do not grow and prosper.We don't see placesor meet new people. Without change,we are unable to look back and see firsthand,the progress that has been m
What has this world come to? People too involved with themselves or should I say vain ... over consumed Using others just to get by or too pretentious to just be themselves, flaws and all ... and not hide
This paper understands me. It catches the words that bleed from my mouth. Cushions the blow as they fall to my desk. This page is the place where I don't have to hide. My pen is the bike for an open mind ride.
She let her heavy eyes sink closed as the salty ocean air washed over her, enveloping her in it's cool embrace.With each breath, the darkness inside of her melted away. But just as quickly as it left, it returned, crawling it's
When you feel like giving up,  And you just want to die. Remember all the people you love, And who would want you to try. When everything is going wrong, And life seems like a sad song.
Bleeding Pen My pen bleeds with passion passion of ones heart it bleeds my pain and  my happiness drips tears of sadness my mind speaks through my hand I may fade like writing in the sand
Once upon a time, Always promising words, They hold adventure and mystery, Excitement and history, And a chance for us all, To escape our realities.   Once upon a time,
Habitually Speechless, attacked by my violent mind, my mouth is a blocked exit. Slammed against the glass of revolving doors, turning with no direction,
Standing, At the threshold of the rest of our lives.
As tears fall, we let our emotions hold is captive. This is massive! We must allow His spirit to become ACTIVE, in our lives. We are down and we wonder who will be there I'm here,
One’s mind, One’s Voice One’s dream One’s choice. Words can hurt, Words can heal. Words are everything, it’s a big deal. Taking control, is a true blessing That has this little world still guessing. You can think colors, you can think trees.
  I brighten the eyes of all Make your mouth water Scream for me at the doctor Take me out They shout Save me They say “yumm” Put me away and take me out again
No movement; a life switched to pause Because of you A shore with no waves   No sleep It's been days 
I wake up every day and look out of my window at the world.  It may be a little piece of the world, but its mine.  I know that one day, i will die and the world will disappear 
I write to express what my mouth can't say, To let go of what I lived each and every day, To show the world that this me is here to stay. This is Me.
im living in a world full of hate and i cant find a way to escape i have a mind full of evil thoughts that i can never seem to shake vengence was always on my mind when i was back in my prime
The world would be a much better place if we were all color blind If people thought with their hearts instead of their eyes If just because of who we are didn't make us an "other"
(poems go here)Why do I right? Why does anyone? Why do we write what we write? Why do we mark up the precious white?   I can’t speak for you,but… I can write for me   I write for peace
With a heart of gold  You'd think I'd be able to buy a king What happened to a world where lose was a real thing? I should never shed tears because my man wasn't faithful
Pondering with my eyes closed, As The raindrops tap against my window. These droplets coming faster, Its coming down hard. These droplets must be the tears of God.
When a thought is born, A transformation happens. It flows through my hands And onto paper.
Trying to get by in this day and time Everyone wants to be accepted But no one can hear you at night when you cry Your emotions have now begun to be tested  
Change is what I can see What I can hear And what I feel everywhere. By my well-dressed organs, Dressed in customised compulsion of slumber confusing which with perfection But not my soul
Lies, lies, lies, life comes as a surprise. So Many things come repeated like a musical passage, reprise. Love me or love  me not, my heart is not a toy. Simple Future,every child, just us, girl and boy. Let's grow together.
I live my life trying to create such precious memories. Living with all these people I thought were a friend to me.
To fall and crash, to climb back up Is what my sister did. All throughout her high school years, She was a faulty kid.   To sneak and lie and just mess up Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely-- As her smile broadens, Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers. She reaches down, Plucks a handful of daisies,
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Who am I? Where does my path lead? Will I achieve what I'm expected to be? Who will help me? Am I now on my own? How do I stop from feeling so utterly alone?
mere words would minimize the demise i devise  the fire the passion the silent corruption bounded surrounded  repressed opressed in a realm of imperfections
Why I write That is the question isn’t it? Why do rhymes and songs of verbs and the paintings of words consume my spirit? To be the sustenance of my soul and the beatings of my heart? As my tears cry in poetry
Thing is,   The days she wakes up With dread for the mirror And nights crumble away With never-ending tears. Because she isn’t- Because she can’t be- Because she’ll never be-  
(poems go here) I write because I don't know how not to, how not to express the pains and gains from the claims and vanity of this life.
WrongI wanna press the rewind button and bring you to a time of peace,I want you to see a time of joy and happiness and brotherhood,
I bleed my voice out trying to get out of my cage, these bars feel so cold but I'm heated with rage, I feel so let down every flip and turn of the page, time is never ending filled with promise of change,
Hartford is a storm. Hartford is a rainbow.   Hartford is a concrete rose garden That when the sun washes over the streets They grow.
Look out your window right now, what do you see? Only one type of tree reaching high? Only one shape of cloud in the sky? Only one flower blooming bright?
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep And found under the surface of the water
Noiseless voices in my head  Asking, begging to be let free.  Harshing breathing,  Trembling hands,  A small cry seeking help.  Angry shouts,  Loud words,  Rumbling floors.  Dark clouds blur my sight,  Fear searches for the light.   Years go by,  
Making Changes   It’s hard being woman in today’s times or to these niggas should I say “bitch”, who they all want to get in bed their whole clique and suck his limp piece,
Through life of worry and uneasiness, Delightful dealings divulge disarming doubts. But writing poems melts my life's mess, And slows down the mental fast-moving train.  
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When you get the answer to your problem; then you think it is over,Then get a little feeling of peace and happiness, but still, you’re not going anywhere.Then you feel that special guy really likes you and adore you,
Love joy peace to these we wish to comply The morals of which our ancestors applied We try to reach humanity with our peace talks and love speeches
Army strong isn’t the correct term to define yourself. Teddy bear type of guy. Shy, sweet, funny was what you were before you became army strong.  I guess the guard told you to guard up your feelings in the
Everyone is tangible/ Lacerations cut deep within one's pride/ Castigations fly freely from lips of an octogenarian idol/ Sorid, vile words were bladed sharp/ Everyone is tangilbe/ Aspirant to move forward/ Pushing through the cracks of the dark,
She cried black tears , she can feel the blood in her heart freeze over As her breathing gets slower the cuts get deeper, scared with memories Of his hands striking her face, helpless no escape , even though shes a
I can see the light the light at the end of this crazy maze the maze that  put me through the endangering hell. I am starting to think it'll happen,  the tears staying away,  smiles and energy, just being
  It starts out very little, But can turn into something big. A simple change can make a difference, Small or sometimes big.   Change needs to happen now, And I have brought change here.
When you're young you develop dreams, but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy. In reality those dreams become the little things, and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.  
  He wasn’t the first, and wouldn’t be the last. Once again I put my heart on the line. I didn’t think about what you would go through, I wanted him, I needed him.   Within two weeks I was alone again,
Sometimes, you open your heart, just so it can be broken, Sometimes, you cry for it to be healed. Somerimes, you fight not knowing that Sometimes, this helps you change Sometimes,
I am living poetry. Each beat of my heart is a word and the verses of a thousand unwritten poems flow through my veins. I write out of fear, a fear of leaving the world in the same sorry state
Skies lie down in patches of blue while the clouds keep us wishing too   A piebald façade is the perfect disguise to cover up all these denim faded lies   Sunshine fades into a subtle dose of gray
What’s hard enough to chip a diamond? I don’t know, but I’m pretty cracked. Yet I have learned to refract trials and tribulations into ROY-G-BIV’s of hope and celebration.
The rain coated asphalt Black and sparkling I fell to the rock bottom We use for parking. Suddenly I'm Hyperventilating No thoughts of vindicating Nothing was indicating
The world I live in is changing I can see that It’s like we pulled terror right out of a hat Our government is now more corrupt more than ever Promising us that it’ll all get better and being all clever.
The world around me is like a prison Capturing the demons that live within it Torturing their bodies, invading their souls Held captive, waiting to be freed Confined to their life  
I walked inside the shadows Hiding my face and who I was I had no voice I could not speak Choking on the breaths I could not breathe I wandered quickly Anxiously I fell deeper into the dark
Dreams come in different forms It can be just wishes Or it can be a life-changing norm Whether or not you live through your accomplishments   You can decide to ride the storm
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
You're my big brother,                                                                                                                                 I love you with all of my  heart.;                                                              
To live forever is a hopeless dream, Humans are meant to come and go from here, Life is not something that you can redeem,
There was once a time of innocence here Do you remember? 'Twas not so far back Back when the children had little to fear Now everything’s changed; it’s all turning black  
Flag of blue, white, yellow, and green Outside of the country, that is all that is seen  But, I flew, to the other side of the world  For 9 months, an unexpected land unfurled   
  He is slow moving smog poisoning everyone around him constricts their breathing A willow canvasing the ground below creating a barren desert beneath its branches blocking all sunlight in its path
The Invisible Lady   This lady paintsHer face without makeupAnd she wears no skirtsOr dressesShe is the eye of manyEven though she publiclyIs the face of distain
Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
I write to show the world, there is hope for the youth, I write to show the world that we don't speak lies, but the truth. I write to be heard from people who do not want to hear,
I walk, I sit my, back against this grain These words speaking bliss, penetrating every inkling of thought that is bound in my brain As the climatical moment fills my soul, I come upon recollection
  I am I am the child wearing Church dresses to school  I am the girl  you should have helped
  She woke up on the carousel Colors faded, face shaded The wind bladed across her cheek As sun gave way to dark.   Night came, she dreamt With eyes open, took in the sun
Whispers in my head  The stranger voice that pulled my ebb, my flow  I look around me  These whispers became visible, ribbons of mist    Influences pulling, gnawing 
You made me feel like there was nothing wrong Like I was the only one you wanted And we would always be together like two lovebirds in song, That we were made for each other, But we’re not, like a cat and a dog.
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
Pencil marks bleed through the paper and litter the kitchen table;Long lines of illustration and the brisk patterns of written language.Rudimentary chronicles leave their legacy on that old
Day was fading. Patterns of clay terracotta and stone merged with a mud-laced Arno. They say   Dante's grave should rest in this place engraved in the marble of a church among frozen faces  
I have a dream And as I say these words, I feel the word dream fade away The nightmare takes its place and the only thing we dream of is a new dawn And I’m not talking about it breaking in two parts—Twilight
The city of “Brotherly Love” By: Laura Hernandez   As our founder father had dreamt The city of “Brotherly Love”
I let you go a little more each dayI guess it's better that way.Losing you all at once bewilders my soulRipping away a part from a whole.Hey, best friendThought I knew you so well
Most of us say we need it, but do we truly believe it? We are in constant competition to win the prize: job positions, checks written; Don't look surprised.
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
Happy moments I tend to despise because life isn't so easy and these are the tears I cry. They say nothing lasts forever so why should my happiness, it'll just die.
If you could change the world, Would you really do it? Would you risk your life, Your dreams, your hopes, your joys? If you could change the world, Would you really do it?
What is race? Does it tell us what to like? Does it determine our future actions? Or is it simply just something that pigeonholes us to carry the weight of the actions of our ancestors?
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.
Someone once asked me the question, “What are your fears and your dreams?”
Clock As the tail drops, I listen quietly yet sadly. How well it flows. What makes the time go? The sound of footsteps tells me people are coming. What does time hint? What is it that comes?
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
i keep changing, yet i remain the same 
and i tell myself that i’m winning this game, but i don’t really know what it is i’m doing here i’m just sliding on by, trying to get through the year
The world is SPINNING OUT I have no utter doubt That history repeats itself And its happening now. Do you think for a moment That this would not happen? Warfare in the world
It's too hot, It's too cold, I'm tired, I don't want to go. All excuses to escape and hide from your fears and failures but what is really the thing
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
I don't keep the worlds histories I don't solve the worlds mysteries And I am not their story keeper I am no mans scribe. That is not my life.
I woke up today Then woke up Then woke up and saw a light so bright it blinded A light So bright it burned So bright it melted my eyes a little So that their essence pooled and fell
As long as a need exists, I will write; The innocent must have voice, I will fight. For babies in the womb, They must see light. For a beaten woman, They must not fear the night.
What has changed them? We were always the same, Yet somehow we were parted, And for some reason, I take the blame.
My first day of School! I write because Mommy said so. My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me. I write because my cursive needs practice. I need an A in English for my allowance.
They lay the books in front of us, Tell us to open the books to a certain page and then ask us to read. I love books, i find them a gift even at this young age.
Sink holes are grabbing them fires are ravaging them time is unwinding them society is bowdlerizing them all that I know all that I love has seemed to decide
Hark unto me oh ye man!!!! For it is not the struggle of one that overcomes all, but rather the struggle of all that overcomes one. We are not definite through human shape and form, rather infinite through UNIFYING energy.
Here I stand with a poster board in hand. I look at you as you try to avoid me. In your A/C, as you turn the radio up. I'm struggling. I am dying on my knees, when I want to stand on my feet.
Congratulations, they said. I’m finally finished, is the thought running through your head. What a journey this has been. I thought I’d be excited, but I’m sad to see it end. Meeting new people, learning new things.
The sands of time continue to fall. Hopelessness binds. Constricts hands, feet and heart. Desire for the should haves. As lost in the past miseries. Mistakes made. Lessons learned?
Freshman year, We tried our best, Avoided Seniors, Passed our tests. Hazing came, In various ways, A book check here and there, But we were safe most days.
(poems go here) Liberal, conservative Left-Wing, Right-Wing Democrat, Republican
Politicians have made their career of public service into an unjustified disservice through decisions that have been delayed or have still to be made for we are the center of a joke that has made us broke
The inseparable bond just disappeared into thin air, As if it never existed to begin with. But wait, flashback: weekend after weekend , we'd ride the metro to D.C. or go see a movie. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd have a good time.
My best friend was the bottle. My brother was the smoke. I lived it up real good Before life caught up and choked Me out of my mind. And now I see That I was killin' myself. Now all that I need
College is equivalent to change. College is about adaption and the ability to thrive in a new environment. Change is about strength, it's about letting go but holding on.
Women. The evolution has changed drastically. First there were role models, then there were icons But now a red sole defines one as her majesty. From the likes of Sojourner to Rosa
Change The World What is the World? The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US. What is Us? Us are the people, We are Us? No! We are the people. What are the People?
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.  I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.   I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own. I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
College is coming oh me oh my I have no idea what I'll do tonight Applications, Dead Lines and Work When in doubt I should just twerk No that won't help me get in college Maybe I should just quote hamlet
Passion is so familiar I breathe it. It underlines every aspect of my expression now suddenly, I find it pushed off I suppose it was lost among shadows cast by my strained thoughts
forward roll-the promise of more cartwheel clumsy around hope to never fall down! cause life is a backbend round off now, warmer, stronger. independence on beams- seems life is a backbend
Its been said the craziest things happen when the sun shuts his eyes, when the moon lifts her head is when the freaks rise
At times when things are hopeless; Ones you love are far away; Remember the cheer and laughter From a long-gone day.
As a military child, I get to see the world. But when it's moving time again, I feel like I could hurl. I've been to England, France, Japan - I love to travel around.
What is your favorite season? The weather of fall is beautiful, Glorious and bright but Chilling and crisp. The colors of fall are brilliant, Red and orange and Brown and purple.
This world around me is shattering. Ever so slowly Piece by piece They crack and fall. To reveal something ugly Something broken.
I know it started with a cry. Bright light in my eyes—a breath, my parent’s sighs. They said “welcome to the world,” Our world. I’d come to know it, soon enough. To me the world began small.
Has changed. The teen’s furnishes carried away. All the contents from the loft, closet, and dresser are dumped all over the floors.
when you look in the mirror, you see 3 individuals living behind that glass reflector. you see the past of you, the present presentation of you, and furthermore, the "you" of the future.
I saw grass growing out of the ground I saw a puddle of water in the grass I saw a dead leaf in the water I never saw a more beautiful example of change
Looking down: Ten tilting toes And two stories. Trimmed lawn. Looking up: Some blue solid sheet above the roofs, Cut by a white flash, And I slight my eyes. My hands stick to the wooden strips
There is a man whose tongue is always aflutter, Off his lips, his words drip like warm melted butter, The masses cannot resist, Such awesome, wonderful things he does insist, Today the man takes the stage,
Violent twirls; forceful twists; the world is spinning. The wind tugs at our clothing; shoves us; spins us around. It whips our fear in our faces. It hurls the sand into our eyes.
That look is a look that can be seen a thousand miles. That look changes lives and create smiles. That look flows from a mother's approval to a daughter's heart. That look shows that the girl is smart.
I've seen worst than most, but I'm not here to complain. I'm writing to get rid of all the pain. Because living this liffe is a lesson- a lesson to not let people drown you. Full of their drama,
My world is damaged, my world it bleeds, It’s been infected, corrupted, and battered to a “tee”. It cries, it begs, it screams out of pain, And unless something changes, it will die in vain.
The end of school is soon, But yet I don't want to say goodbye. When the clock strikes noon, I feel as if a part of me will die.
The longer I sit here The more unclear everything becomes. Like fog on a windshield Steam in a bathroom I fail to see What lies ahead.
One sweltering Saturday morning, I knew I grew up. It was not because I pressed my back against the wall and marked a new line. Two inches taller. It was not because I made my own breakfast.
Learning what I can and what I cannot change Learning who to love and who I cannot love Mending the broken, protecting the whole, savoring this moment,
I love you so much that I hate you, get it? I hate you because I loved you to the point where it broke my heart I love you because your smile made me smile I hate you because you drained me of my happiness
Mind in pieces; never in peace She can only breathe Silence is a virtue Since inside her mind There are screams Avalanches fall like dominoes She is the only one who knows
Blindly, we follow and nod our heads to the beat. Lyrics are nonsense when music is an industry. Nobody wants to think. Nobody wants to learn. We defer to the media to dictate our concerns.
I've been...more places than I thought I would be. Shared many opinions with people that see, eye to eye, lie to lie. Why do we cry? Because people keep dying. Life is change, but it's much more deranged to remain the same.
The emotions inside are astounding My heart is racing, beating, pounding... The words to say, things to do Are right in front of you What almost was, what could have been
Storm of Ignorance By Lynisha Arceus
"Pretend" By Lynisha Arceus I lay on his chest He holds me throughout the night Husband and wife you can say But empty ring fingers We still haven't set the date I cook and clean for him
A mindset, a wrong turn, a blink of an eye, a change in the scenery, then a blast from the past, mind confused, A strange situation Hurtful emotions Motive change mindset lost
Flesh and bone A purpose, if you’re lucky Suppression if you’re not. Why are some men carved in the enduring stone of history While others wither without a beat?
Change. It’s useless to those that don’t want it But it’s there for those that need it but don’t have it.
The season of Autumn was about in the air, in your soul, under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind, swirling the fire leaves everywhere. Like fireworks in the sky.
Black and white pictures of the past. Time was moving so fast. I learned how to cope.How to be happy in the little time i had left. I know i cant go back to when i was small.
To hear words as music To see words as a life To know words as your own, It becomes more than spoken. But as emotions with lungs; The beauty in which moves our hearts. To comprehend words with emotions
Upscale or upstage Peaceful fight or calm rage Black and white or a melodic gray Take hold of the wind or the gravity and stay
We’re the class of getting what we want, when we want it, no questions asked. We claim to live on the edge, hey don’t you remember, You Only Live Once.
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People want to make you feel down. They want to cause an embarrassment for yourself. Lookin' like trash. Make a pose. A flash with confidence. Don't get ahead of yourself Where pride comes into play.
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential. And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain. There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
Think back…. Can you remember houses made of cardboard boxes Out of which came your parents’ new furniture from ikea Do you remember changing your names
The idea of being awake... Truly and spiritually awakened from the earthly slumber life puts us in. The dim and dreary box that society puts us in. While in reality we can change the world if only we could awaken.
Women. The creature that used to make a man fall in awe The Creature that made men drop their jaws We used to inspire ballads and poetry Now it is solely pornography We even once held surprises
I’m lost A simple fact but true They tell me where to go But it just won’t do I want freedom, I want power But I feel like an ant Standing next to a tower I had big dreams
HOME Home is where the heart is. It‘s where I hang my hat. The comfort of my Dad’s chair Is usually where I sat.
Change, A word I hate to bear When it pounces on my life And runs me to despair Relocation, An identity of mine An overbearing type of life When we won’t make up our mind We can’t come to a conclusion
Feel the tongue tingling words oozing from my overly active brain. The sensation of bottle popping knowledge residing in your heart. His words will never hurt you again The hammer in your chest will pound no more
When you became a man you knew what you had to do. However it was a choice, I had no say. The day you left sure was a hard one. I remember waking up before the sun
Welcome to this world, this cold, cruel place, Where violence and hurt are quick to replace. Here are some things to which to pay mind If, and only if, you wish to survive.
Forgive me if this poem seems a bit hackneyed but this catharsis is what I need. I wish I could wake from this sleeping spell but I'm stuck, trapped in conventional shell.
Most girls dream of being prom queen I dream of being asked to prom Most girls dream of true love I dream of a simple happiness Most girls dream of living in a mansion I dream of living in house without wheels
Who are you reading curiously this poem of mine? A hundred years from now? Shall I be able to explore the websites? -Warped through the soul of my cellular device- The faintest touch of a screen bringing happiness
By: Elena Canelli
I do not understand. No hello to people on the street. Keep walking, keep walking Don’t make eye contact Shit, are they talking to me? Keep walking, keep walking. We are cold individuals.
Born in Idaho in the middle of December, but I was so little that I couldn't remember. To Texas we moved when I was but one, little did I know that it had only begun. I thought that I would stay there the rest of my life.
I feel no pity. Not even a little bit To leave the city In which I With my existence Didn't bring the light, Didn't love the stranger, therefore, this place has nothing I would consider mine.
The once was a time when everything was right, right?
Chicago shall rise again. This phrase, from ashes rose But I see a city again with flames rising high Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime. A Chicago whose politicians are varied
We’re waiting for Armageddon We don’t make an effort anymore To see lives wasting away People of great potential Lost in doubt of a future Who think they know “the way”
In some parts of me I hate it; In some parts of me it feels right. But nothing in life is peachy, Nothing in life is gray. Tough decisions and Hard changes. Easy miles, then cruel sprints;
I know you...but how ? Ive seen you... wondering if things will get better. You heard that for every dark night there are brighter days and you want to give up but they say hard work pays.
I would like to be something different. Maybe if I change my habits again. Through hard work and dedication I can. Become something not as myself.
Stop just a second and let me hear you straight, I’m hearing something dangerous, and can’t afford to wait.
Why did your self-esteem hit the floor? Was it because of the bullies who beat you to the core?
Do a lot of things first, and put God last And I know it isn't right, I do so wrong And I'm addicted, because I've been doing it for so long Sometimes my mind be so far gone
Black men of today lets start being fathers And setting examples for our sons and daughters Lets treat not only yourselves but women with respect So the youth can grow up, think, and reflect
A dream, A desire, Is a prayer, Prayer to give Give to others, from a person to bring sanguine thoughts, into a beast, What flawless man, can repent all of our sins like a snap
I want only to touch upon what I'm missing, to poke a pin through my darkness, so I can see fiery reds, and envious greens, and pastel periwinkles, and the gleaming sun.
One brain for admission Two to commence the submission Three for a laugh track Four the media is out of whack Bashing is on my resume You want my soul, how much will you pay
This is my falling down story, the one where no one caught me There’s no happily ever after, ‘cause they couldn't put us back together I’m just a damsel in distress, turns out you’re just as helpless
People who scream and shout, What the fuck is that shit all about Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout, What the fuck is that shit all about Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
I know it hurts, The pain deep inside, I know how you feel But time will heal, Please don’t let go, Keep fighting, Please don’t give up, Keep fighting, You’ve come too far to just let it go,
We can teach how to attain power Knowledge is the key Power that can alter the world The kind that admires change Accepts it and soon wishes To free the thought of tradition Habits someday will shift
Two blackened eyes, Too swelled to see. A hopeless girl, Afraid to be.
Day to night we all do change. Some may find this very strange. As a child wakes in bed, her long blonde hair atop her head. She dreamed of yesterdays played games and now she has brand new claims, to be a queen of many names.
Change the Setting, The environment I am in now is just a plain turn style sequence of scenes. Memories I have are only forming drab chains around my wrists trying to restrain me.
You have the right to remain silent. More like the reason to stay silent actually. Anything you say or are can be and will be used in not only a court of law, but throughout your entire life.
Since we were learning how to talk, we were taught what is and isn't appropriate, have to follow a template to do anything, and even demanded to change what we wrote in it,
The Blue Door shut Keeping me from the one thing I wanted behind it I raise my hand intending to pull back the heavy doorknocker once more I stopped, turned my back to the door and began to walk away
I A group of artists have arrived into this city– an Unreal City. Since ages we had dreamt of a Real City. And now these artists have promised it for us.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left. To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why. Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
I don't care you're not the same as me You don't care I'm not the same as you Why is that so hard for them to see? They always talk but never do
I take a sip From a finally empty cup With coffee stains A mark of me Holding onto the rim What comes next? A new cup. A new drink. A new taste, flavor, experience.
Stop Listen to the words that I say Realize the stress of today Dream for the peace of the world and live for the youth of boys and girls The streets often take hold ad have their way
I hold on to pain From which nothing is gained Remembering times When I was trampled down Down into the ground Beneath the soil where the bugs lay Instead of rot, I sought reality
Who are you? Why do you follow me? I dont understand why you wont let me feel free. Your voice echos in my head and I cant shake you out. All you do is insult and shout. But who are you? Your not who you should be.
If you look into the mirror and open your eyes,
 You'll see each day your smile dies.
 'Cause with each day you begin to see 
That life isn't what its meant to be.


Why do we label? Why do we see people in groups? Why is being different, different? Why do people say they don't see me....don't see my color? Celebrate individuals. Celebrate difference.
You are hurting her, more than you know. Cuz she won't admit it Her feelings won't show. You lacerate her, stroke after stroke then you kiss that bitch she's been broken.
The time passes by unnoticed is it leaving so fly it happens so quickly like the change that happens in or world from friends to enemies Is it because we are not alike why?the media changes who we are
i told myself i’d fix him show him that killing isn’t his path but he’s psychotic and poetic i guess i didn’t do the math.
Since the founding of this country, we talk about equality But really it’s hard for me to see it There’s still racism, sexism, fights against sexuality So where’s all that spoken of equality?
Change if you want to, While things change around you. With backs bent to break They stray and they toil. While you resolve with dark shades. As if the churning time Did dissolve into the sun,
(poems go here) Do you ever think how There are so many voices out there, And how so many of them Go through life singing under their breath-- Waitng, hoping somebody will hear them
The walls pink like roses painted with a garden full of daisies and tulips The carpet soft as cotton Barbie dolls and bouncy balls. The closet, huge as a house, stuffed with toys that her Mom said to put away
When Black clouds darken your sky, They Steal your Hope inside, And you just feel like crying, Search for the Silver Lining,
What happens to the dream When it becomes reality? Where does the dream go? Will I just come up with another dream To replace the old dream's empty spot Like a shark replaces its teeth?
I just want to change someones state of mind. Everyday brings me one step closer to being outta time. I'm sick and tired of everyone acting like this is such a crime. Maybe if you weren't your own enemy and had a open mind,
We break everyday Every day,we make mistakes Ask for forgiveness Or hide the mistakes away. But hide them away, And what do we gain? You lose. But be better, We are not old dogs
America is known as the land of the “free” But are you truly free if you can’t even be Who you are, with who you want? “Free,” they say? That word is just a taunt.
I sit. I wait. I can hear nothing, but there is something in the silence. Cries. Not in pain, but in longing. They long for the time when they could smile without wondering how soon it would end.
I once wrote poetry. The endless possibilities of human emotion at my disposal I could pour it onto these blank pages, spiraling out from the mouth,
Driving’ in his car, its amazing how the wind flows through the room. I couldn’t stop getting butterflies touching him. Why couldn’t it last for so long? I couldn’t help but to say goodbye.
One by two thumbnails, slicing the slatted shadows with smiles, consciously exuberant. Recalling the heavy dark scent in apartment laundry rooms and the pressing desire
To whom it may concern: What is it about me that frightens you? Is it the way I talk? The way I walk? The way I’m shy? If you really get to know me I am a nice and sweet guy.
Two happy people, or so it seemed She soon woke up Wishing it was just a dream.
(poems go here) CHANGE
In the pictures I see me I don’t see who I use to be Laughing, playing, and full of joy always eating Chips Ahoy Giggling and smiling everyday without an obstacle in my way
What if everything was different? What if I wasn't gifted? What if I just gave up on my dream and never tried to live it? What if I'd paid attention? What if there was no addiction?
I was a pumpkin …once Grown and harvested in the richest soil My flesh could have fed My seeds could have rooted My life could have been meaningful But instead of enriching the potential I had,
I praise every Black mother who raises her son, Having to warn him of the dangers his beautiful skin has won. Teaching him to be sensitive and ensuring he grows strong.
Let me break into your thoughts, I’m a mindbomb, ticking time bomb. Seven years I wore the the veil shielded myself and kept pale news shunned like yesterday’s mail happier than my previous trail
I am aging gracefully as is my faith like the gray replacing the brown in my beard pesky questions have been quietly replaced not with answers
accusations against innocents crime against the colored fear, disgust, seclusion we take one step forward little by little were pushed two steps back continue to push continue to fight
I listen to You speak, And I know You’re with me. I’ve been rescued from the peak And from the unending sea.
Free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last! That’s what I want to say But it’s not the truth I mean the whole truth Civil Rights More than Dr. King Rosa Parks Malcolm X
Hey there, pretty lady. That’s who I am tonight, Pretty Lady. Pretty Lady this morning Pretty Lady after this crap job Pretty Lady now
I am not afraid of the crossroads anymore, I’m not afraid of the cliff, I’m not letting fear run my life, Because I am not living based on what ifs. Change has become something I have t o accept
Why you so surprised? You thought change was gonna come But let me explain something to you History repeats itself And it’s just a matter of time Before you’re back in the fields.
Why you so surprised? You thought change was gonna come But let me explain something to you History repeats itself And it’s just a matter of time Before you’re back in the fields.
Barack Obama is all about protecting our freedom In 2008, people thought Mccain was going to beat him They said he can’t be president because he’s black But he proved them all wrong and changed history
You make think I’m crazy but I think you’re so amazing You’ve given me inspiration to soar to a higher elevation Knowledge is stimulation to the mind hope is the fire that burns inside
The plight of the workers has not gone in vain. No, their everlasting effect is present still today,
sudden realization of the sin wondering where to begin i open my eyes and see the difference yet closed eyes, in my mind, knows no resistance thats what’s important, right?
The darkness closes in. The bag is tight around my face. Breathing is difficult. Fear is choking. The light floods in "We're free," they say. Votes, buses, bathrooms, parks; We can all share.
Sky's of blue and white Change from day to night Story's of above The whispers never leave Thus it's up to them Changing and changing and changing It's all well ever know As the day flys by
The world is on fire Amongst all the lies should we give into desire? For what do they yearn leaders so greedy can they not see us burn?
If it was up to humanity we'd be the same person we were born as Young innocent creatures that only know love But the world around us the world that bleeds itself into our minds Causes an aneurysm of change
Knocked down We were the forgotten sons We fought against Jim Crow and the KKK We took their hate Transformed it Into a different state Refelected it And we were able to liberate
How could individuals that look SO different coincide with one another? They said the brown animal could never be called a brother. On August 28, 1968, two sides making up a quarter million marched as one number.
"And Justice for all" We say it everyday. They say it too They must, They do. But do they think of us of me, of you? No I dare say they do not. They only think of conserving
Welcome to this place Where judgment is our game We'll chew you up and spit you out You'll never be the same.
Before a mirror I try to relate this face to the one of the little girl I have replaced. That little child who giggled and grinned, so filled with joy and love and the quality of innocence I wish she'd kept.
You think you’re the only one going through this shit Well there’s one to many others Look at me Look in my eyes I’ve seen your pain I’ve felt the same disgrace I watched my mother suffer And cave
Thoughts are feelings in your mind, conjured by emotions and reactions you feel inside. No wait. Thoughts are voices in your head that you keep from having a sound from your mouth No wait
Sometimes I let my soul become like a desert land, building up on every side castles made with sand. I try to hide behind these walls of bitterness and shame, selfishness and hurt and pride grow like a hungry flame.
It’s a beautiful world, But sometimes my love uncurls, Like a newborn leaf. I grind my teeth and stand outside the tombstone, Using up all my will Not to call you on the phone.
We are strong And we are together, No matter what We cannot be stopped. We are today's generation, With access to everything, It is just a reach away, We cannot be defeated,
The power to be. The power to see. The power to be who I want to be. I wanna go Far far away and succeed In everything I was meant to be Through school I will.
I'm scared. Mainly of the future and what it holds I have no idea where I'm going or who I want to be Reality seems like such a dark, unwavering place.
Her daddy walks her down To her prince charming Family and friends smile At her in this perfect moment with the sun setting
Strive to do better Wear your dreams like a sweater You can achieve so much more Your future is in store The next step That's what college is for
I just want to go away and never return. Stay free from all concern, But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn. Possibly take a wrong turn, And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
here i am, little ol' me, underneath Your galaxy. there You are, up above, smiling down on me with love. Lord i love you, by and by. You are my love, my firefly. i wish to feel you, next to me. holding hands, silently.
"History repeats itself" a phrase in time that remains unctouched, just as the world of today! Live in life as we do, our past..forgotten we choose. Which apon us brings a uncertain future acompanied with no change.
I want to be the smile that spreads across your face. I want to be the one that no one can replace. I want to be your dreams when your sleeping alone at night. It doesn't matter if they think it's wrong or right.
Hey Life, Can I get a tall glass of success followed by two shots of accomplishments? Can I move forward? Can I reach my destiny? But first I must set free from the confinements of a broken family…
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, who is like a brother to me, Bryce Calta.
A child can break a million hearts, Girl or boy, age doesn’t matter. One look into their innocent eyes, And your heart is all a shatter.
Poetry, official language of the heart, Is the heart’s truth with fluff, The marshmallow stuff. Each thought that took blood and sweat vacate without pain but with a sweet and satisfying taste
To the people of the world that cry, “We know not where our allegiance lies”, and place their heads firmly in the sand. To those now lost deep within the mix, stocking hope in magic tricks
Out of the thousands of words that you say everyday, What do they stand for? Is it the negative? The fighting and the rioting And the fire of hatred igniting
They asked me, why do you write? Is it because you think its cool to throw down some lines, and make a few things rhyme? I then replied, I said I write because my daddy told me so,
What can I do? They say you're just a kid You can't do anything about This sounds like a direct Challenge me and I'll show you what We can do? A lot if we want it, we can Get it? Yes, we can! Kids are
Each fight we have, tears me down, Of your standard, I've fallen short. Barely hanging on with pain, Can't you see that we're the same?
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