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What can fill my empty heart?
What can make the flowers bloom once more?
When the birds have stopped singing,
There is no music everywhere I go.
My journey has become endless,
And my wings have been broken.
It’s in misery my feelings lie
It’s in misery that I take pride
It’s in misery I come alive
For only then can I convey what’s mine
Have you felt a feeling so resounding as if your worries dissovle into dust and you exhale and allow yourself to become part of the wind?
Short but long
life's journey
Fast but slow is a steady race
Stars shine not with-standing legitimacy
they shine to capacity
Humans are limited by the level of knowledge they've got...
In God’s hands I am a voice to speak
of all the wondrous things
that he has put here for the joy
that life occasionally brings.
And as I write he guides my hand
to make his presence known
When daybreak comes and I no longer care
to listen for the mourning doves first cry,
anticipate the sunrise in the sky
or smell the apple blossoms in the air
my passion to write poetry will die.
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Nobody really knows know much that specific person mattered to me
They all say "I loved her too"
But they don't understand how I loved her.
She understood me
She listened to me
because of my age, people call me an adult the meaning of which doth mystify
for it is children who so often not only show us but teach us God’s truth
because of my age, people call me an adult the meaning of which doth mystify
for it is children who so often not only show us but teach us God’s truth
i wish i could feel
so that i can cry
or laugh
or smile for real
cause right now it feels fake
with walls too thick
and arches too high
soon it should be bound to break
Be brave enough to walk awayAnd don't look backBe brave to say goodbyeBe brave enough to go your wayBe brave not to tell a lie.
A lot of people had come and gone. Even those we confined on. Regardless betrayal.
It's absolutely true that, even a family can never be together forever,
Vice versa, its we verses our own vices, immersed in internal conflict that eventually attracts external crisis, despite the advice of Christ to recite the Hebrew words of the righteous, we go versa to a vice that distances us from enlightenment o
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,and sleeps with us through the night,Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,silent screams that no one can hear,feeling of relentless distress,
Ludwig II of Bavaria looks at all
the government offices and sees
the lack of inspiration they give
They have the bells of the jester
rusted out by too many years
of filing and phone calls
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,And the God-given rights to choose and pick.Girls must have the rights to be educated,To be respected and to be protected.Girls are human beings too;
Days are booked for awe where deepest desires spoon and fork
One hurts your peace sweet racing heart glacing moan of yearning
The other hurts what you love from films of thrilling affairs
El amor es un sueño que comienza
El amor es una quimera que comienza
Es una bailarina que baila
Es un poeta que piensa
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Ms. Ms. Hailey.
Come Ms.
Ms. I need your help
Ms. why didn’t I get full marks?
Ms. turn on the AC.
I like your shirt.
Listen, dear readers. My name is Hébert.Brierre, Vilaire, Césaire, Baudelaire,And I write sweetly inspiriting words,And about umpteen beautiful things.We find Lociano Benjamin and Victor Hugo
Imagine yourself inside the most beautiful building you have ever seen, within this building are memories that are irreplaceable, secrets that remain untold, feelings that have never been discovered by another, and your whole entire soul.
To be circumcised, can't give self control,
Are mot true bellieves, they play in secret,
Lost alot of blood, and become affected,
Without doing it, YOU can be respected.
Work with alot of money,
Keep someone to become crazy,
Sand someone to become crazy.
It needs time and harry,
Stolen when not become arefully,
No time for a familly.
I am meant to be a voice, not an echo. But to create echos, I first need to be a voice. Echo the passion, the message, the freedom, to anyone and everyone all around world.
Be a faster than fuel,
Let’s the works become diesel.
Let’s the mistake be gone,
Let’s the good things to come.
Stop pointing out the sins,
Let’s gain the good deeds.
If the world never turnedand the tide never roseand all of the clocks had stopped,where would we bewhat would we doif bottoms all turned topped?
i saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,didn't want to fall from the treebut the leaf keeps falling over,i prop it up, it falls again .At the end, the heartbroken leafleaves a tear when it falls
Fallen angel! Why are you scared?Why you dwelt alone in shadow? Why you tighten your fists?why threaten the whole life?i know, afraid to .love,let tenderness pour from your eyes
We know so little,so little, almost nothingand this is only truth,when and from where?from the fissure of infinityand the unreel of time,lonely splinterswe wander on dreamy travels,
Dawn meet the light, and the twillight the moonall are mirageson labyrinth of mind,ever since time waking.Do you think that our existencemakes any differenceto this vast universe?
Listen,if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.It means someone wants to love,Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
A journey of life
A painful endeavor
A confusing time
An inner turmoil
A questioning mind
A cloudy mess
A day by day
Dancing in a field of golden dandelions.
Prancing through the grass
under the moonlight.
Children laughing as they play,
singing voices on the breeze.
Dancing in a field of golden dandelions.
Prancing through the grass
under the moonlight.
Children laughing as they play,
singing voices on the breeze.
Inquisitive when caged
And indifferent outside a debt
Why haven't I taken over the world yet?
Thrashing madly on a stage
Without an audience, a band, or set
Why havent I taken over the world yet?
To Inspire A Soul
What can it take to inspire a soul
But a grouping of certain words.
It is simple and complex
How a sentence can reflect
Can't see.
Can't breathe.
Drowning...
Wait-
To reach out.
Is it hopeless?
All is lost.
I deny this.
I have not failed.
Take Their hand.
Go to the Light.
Accept Them.
Everyone, makes me wanna holler
How come, you asking others for a dollar?
Why beg for a crumb?
A very good music source inspiration, motivation,
meditation
and
medi-
cation all in all. Awwwwww Cloudnine 😊 music is life!
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Puffing
Marijuana
doesn't
make
misbehaving,
neither
does it mean
thuggery.
Using cannabis
makes:
think,
rethink and
reasoning. It's
the true
source of
If you were a book, you would be a limited edition, original, leather-bound manuscript.
The kind solely found in the back of an antique bookstore.
Your elegant jewelleries and bold outfits,Your powerful voice and ear-pleasing hits,Your luminous eyes and heart-melting smile,So much about you makes me inspired.
I'm Interested In This Thing... " Writers' Block "...
But Let Me Just STRESS This Thing I AIN'T Got... !!!
I'm intrigued By This View If You're In Writers Shoes...
Ya Know I Try To STICK To Movements...
That Make Me MAKE IMPROVEMENTS To Things That I Be Doing... !!!
Ya Know... Yesterday A Young Lady said...
"Big Virge, you really have a way with words !"
It Was A Web Comment That She Had Left...
About A Couple of Lines In A Poem of Mine...
Called... " The Test of Stress "...
You are the greatest secret
kept from yourself.
It is in hiding your Light
that you become lost.
It is in resisting the moment,
ELEVATION of ... " Skill " ...
Like Elevation of ... " Will " ...
Can Be Defined ...
As ELEVATION of The Mind ...
Or In OTHER Words The Ability To RISE ...
Where You ELEVATE ABOVE The Absurd ... !!!
I Think The HARDEST Was.... " Marcus ".... !!!!
When It Came To The Targets...
That SUPPORTED... SMARTNESS...
Being IMPARTED... INTO Black Markets...
And The Minds of Our CHARGES...
I'm A Man Who Gets... " HIGH "...
WITHOUT Coc' Lines Like Stephen Fry... !!!!!!!
Cos' My HIGHS Come ALIVE...
When I... Sit and Write... !!!
I Get HIGH OFF The Herbs...
That INSPIRE My Words And Use of Verse...
When I look into your eye’s
I see what you try to disguise
To surmise Your pain
Not in vane
We are all the same
Humane
What defines a life is how you create it
I take a look at my life
And realize
The times I spent
Dreaming
I should have been
Believing in my self
Not drowning
Over whelmed asking for help
So, he said
" They Are " … My Best Friends … !!!!!
They Blend and Transcend ...
Beyond The Nonsense That Inspires Them … !!!
They DO NOT Defend Acts of Ignorance … !!!
But Are My Defence When Facing Problems … !!!!!
In these days of living
I spend most of my time reminiscing
Wishing I was a kid again
When I had my innocence
Back when the pain of the world
Was still a blur
Things didn’t me hit me then
I walk into the winter night
And the fragrance of the Queen of the Night embraces me
It is sweet
I gulp in lungfulls of it
As if it is a draught
I am greedy
I want to breathe it all in
As the seconds pass, so does my mood change
I turn to all directions but everything is strange
I live in a past that is no longer true
What should I do,give me clue
I keep losing control every day
Sometimes I wake up and wonder what keeps me motivated
I keep my foot on the brake while some others accelerated
I've elevated but still hated what I was saying
I was just moving quickly still testing my own patience...
i am no stranger to controversy and autumn.
i find peace in changing colors and falling into the arms of
women still learning to hold newborns correctly.
So What IGNITES The SPARK That FUELS Creative Art ... ???
Sometimes It's Simply Chat That Brings Creations Back ... !!!
To The Mind of a Man Who Has ... Creative Plans ...
Life becomes mere existence
when you're mercilessly deprived
of everything for which you've hoped
and dreamed and worked and strived.
When all your dreams are shattered
like shards of daggered glass
Appreciate the front row parking spots,
inhale the smells of each plant.
Run your fingers along a smooth sheet of paper,
feel the soap foam between your hands.
Listen to the FM radio,
A heaviness surrounds a once vibrant soul
Its back now turned from old passions
Glued to the bed, a foggy mind reaches for the fan
Falling off the bed, the wind points its fingers towards the window
My drive...what ignites the part of me to be the best me
My fear of disappointment…
I wouldn't wanna spread it to anyone else,
Like a disease.
twinkling silver moon earrings, my planet fitness membership, three advil tablets, a pink and orange velvet dress (to twirl in), a purple ribbon from Philly, an expired target gift card, my octopus blanket, a book about womxn, old spice
“Make us Proud,” my family requested
“Study Hard,” my teachers commanded
“Obey the Rules,” the society admonished
“Be great,” inspirational speakers said
The trail I walk is
Well-traveled, yet familiar to none.
Clouds can creep in, inviting
Unwelcome storms
From every direction, heard
And felt
Deep inside me.
I have many-a successes in my life
Although I have not always lived in the light
In the light of what is doing what is right
It has always been a fight
I try to do what makes my parents proud
Gentle breezes calling out to me like Sirens,
Intimidating storms shouting its melody at me, too,
The cyclone of words are flying,
Coming together where the hurricane's eye is due.
Darkness has fallen
All the hues of the earth have dripped off into the universe
And the last ray of light has hid itself long ago from dependent eyes.
As I sit upon my window seal, the distorted images I make of creation,
he looked at her
like she was the sun. that is,
he squinted and cowered in the face of her
absolute radiance.
Years later, someone else looked at her
like she was the moon. that is,
I trip into an endless empty.
The darkness’ welcoming hug gets a little tight,
Squeeze out my last breath.
You were driven from my mind for a time
by attractive covers and synopses...
Then happiness faded into the lull of boredom.
My mind was filled only with tiring thoughts
Soft lyrics, a simple beat --
vibrations within the air --
lo-fi music to soothe me;
bouyant sounds to inspire.
Musical inspiration
allows me to write stories.
Who knew that sounds and voices
I heard once that when the timing’s just right,
there’s this green flash that flares up on the horizon
in the exact second the sun settles on the Pacific.
Oh how you come in many forms
Coming in and out like phases
Not knowing
what I’ll settle on next
Now knowing
how long you’ll stay or be gone
I'm a voice for those who have no choice
they surrounded hounded by demons
when I found them
I called out their name
I released their inner pain
by speaking about mine
with no shame
A stir in a crowd,
a rumble of hundreds
all together for a different reason.
they stumble and fret, moan and groan,
until that one person, decides to go up alone.
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To get myself motivated
And psyched to work
The best thing for me
Is the Hamilton soundtrack.
Songs about a man
Working hard and non-stop,
RARE isn’t just another adjective,
So let me tell you now.
He writes his pain into beautiful melodies
And the way every word falls out of his mouth
Painted white on a canvas of skin,
Just noticeable through the sleeve,
A single tear in the human flesh,
With which I want to grieve.
It tells a story of bloodshed and tears,
Inspiration is found in a mother of two
Who finds herself with bills that are overdue
Voices in her head wishing that he chose to stay
Here’s to the mavericks!
What a bunch of assholes.
To imagine a better world,
They have the gall to challenge the status quo,
By spinning thin air into gold!
Coffee pots and long talks wake the mind
Slow day take my soul
But with you its not hard to find
When you are here I feel whole
Coffee pots and long talks are our escape
The world ways me down
You came to Iowa, married, divorced.
He wanted you to be small.
You wouldn’t have it. No one
can contain you,
Extraordinary woman.
The first breath of a babe, damp with life
Cries out for the sustaining nectar of oxygen.
Arms and legs lash out sparatically
Unable to percieve it's holy human fortune.
Though it's skin is fragile as linen
Trees, thousands of years old
Monoliths of perseverance and life
Great behemoths standing tall
Never giving in to all that assails them
Nor overtaking all that surrounds them
Me, only decades old
A hand ruffled through hair,
a kiss on the cheek,
hearing humming sweeping
from the warm kitchen.
A pat on the back,
hand clasped in hand,
a foot against a foot
The grasping touch.
his gentle hands held me,
raised me.
with my fathers might.
the pain I encounter,
the accidents I make,
the pride in my ethnicity,
my favorite songs,
he invented me.
Daddy,
Permanent creases make a home beside your eyes
And distract from what was once an icy blue gaze
You promised yourself any wrinkles would be temporary,
But your stress seeps in, a stealthy move,
The MoonA light to the lostA hope to the brokenA lover to the romanticsA muse for the artists
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
Inspiration is to me;
the air we breathe,
and views we see.
The food we taste,
music we hear.
All the things that we can feel,
deep, deep inside,
or with our exterior.
The good,
I stand upon this stage today,
A different man than yesterday.
Under these lights which shine my face,
I take part in life's daily race.
But I do not quiver, I do not fear,
Like all the times of yester-year
When flying,
One should be careful.
So
many
things
could go wrong.
You could be like Icarus--
so enamored
by the light
by the wind
and the great,
A bubbling, welling surge of words
A trickling creek of sounds
A soft drip of movement
A new hope,
The first floating note of an unknown song
For as long as I can remember,
from January to December,
my determination hasn't come loose
because I'm inspired by Coach Barousse.
Track and Field may be my first love,
It took me 17 years
and a miserable day where I was told I was useless to learn that
We've been taught happiness
is success
Her mother, the symbol of absolute perfection
won’t be seen until the resurrection
her father, the symbol of wisdom and power
is gone in his darkest hour
A fancy sign and open door,
Is the entry where I found you.
Leaving me wanting more,
Eyes fixed to you like glue.
See, I dabble in the arts myself,
Though I haven’t had the time.
My path laid hidden before me,
too tangled by thorned vines
to spark within me a desire to discover
what waited beyond the masked trail.
Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Inspiration.
The connotation?
A strong figure,
That in the back of your mind, always lingers.
It’s your rock.
Whether they know or not.
I miss you.
I know that I shouldn't,
God knows that you’ve caused me enough pain
But that doesn’t stop my heart from reaching out to you in the night,
What titan war
Erected such peaceful giants?
What earthly force pushed forth
The jagged piers that pierce my heart?
Without motive nor vision nor chisel,
Inspiration is found in many places.Even me,Just one person,Can see it in multiple ways,In multiple places.
I see the grin, a gift to me.
It quiets my inner demons.
Shattering battle of light and dark.
The simple gift is all I need to take another breath.
I look to the left
I see my man
He holds
Our feline tricksters,
To the right
My family
Smiling brightly,
In front of me
My hopes and dreams
Inspiration has no particular source.
It appears in everything that surrounds us,
the little things that make us stop for a moment because
there it is again.
That feeling.
No one is coming to rescue us.
It’s a hard truth to trust.
Surely there must be a hero?
But there is none.
It is only us versus them.
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.
From far away you see pots and green
Surely not much, what could it mean?
Just some plants, some leaves merely a twig
But come a little closer and then you will see
The Traveling Suitcase
The wooden boat encircled with echoes of thunderous silence
Reminiscing the rowdy sailors once on board
Inspiration—what makes us be our best selves;
you ask me what Inspires me
what gets me on my feet;
What gets me on my feet, I tell you, is hope—
hope for a brighter future—
Confidence inspires me.
People so confident in their God-given talents
In their God-given personality
The first thing I notice about people I meet
Not their looks
It’s when I see someone else- with a guitar in their hand
It’s when I see the bassist- in a two-person band
It’s when a single drops- ‘cause the album got canned
In all your endeavors,
in all that you do
always remember-
God's love for you.
Though situations may be painful
and cause you to grieve,
simply stand firm
and always believe.
Dreams and aspirations
Constant meditation
My future is my inspiration
I say this with no hesitation
<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
“Work, work, work. Work to achieve what I didn’t.
You can be great. Work, work, work”.
All of my life my mom has told me to work.
Don’t settle like she did.
The unkown mysteries of the Future.
Not one soul is aware of what is to come,
not one soul is prepared for the change.
Yet we all will reach the Future in the end.
These scary secrets infront of us
Sunrise, sunset,
every day we begin again,
every day we rest.
Every day we are waken up and motivated.
Motivated to do good,
motivated to make an impact.
I step into the sun,
Inspiration, for me
comes from the ink carved squiggles
of the written word.
Never before has anything
been more beautiful
These constant strivings
for equilibrium
though your stability
is assaulted.
This battle to retain
equanimity
to not veer blindly
from a lifetime of
vicissitudes-
Who will I be
when the world claims me as its own,
Anxiety of future life fills the void I fail to feel,
The bittersweet words lay like a blanket on my head.
All the letters swarm, and I feed off it as I go to bed.
And then, a feeling like huge waves crash against my soul.
Humanity, I love you
for you bring me
to my knees.
You've taught me to
be patient, kind,
but also
how to breath.
When I started
working with
people who
have nothing and
Education is key to maturing the mind.
Without it, all of mankind
Would be hopelessly blind,
Have you ever taken a moment
To look at that bright planet
Hanging in the night sky that they
Tell you was once a place
We called home?
My foot sinks in the moist,
Freshly dewed grass.
I feel my systems rejoice
As my feelings rush en masse.
Nature is inspiration.
The ignorant,
the critics say,
that I worship poetry
as if were
religion- my god,
I say, not God
but a divine gift
certainly, like
nature
friendship
good health.
It's a nagging feeling in the back
of my mind.
An itch I cannot reach.
Inspiration is a spark that lights
a fire and dies out quickly. Today mine fizzled and popped;
It is not a person,
it is not an object.
It is not a place,
nor is it just myself.
It is good people
and their good work,
as well as the places I want to go to.
Sometimes it is myself
Sometimes, when I am lucky,
I can get away long enough to see the stars.
Far from the noise, from
broken memories and fear of "never enough."
To a wide open space where the news cannot reach.
Sometimes, when I am lucky,
I can get away long enough to see the stars.
Far from the noise, from
broken memories and fear of "never enough."
To a wide open space where the news cannot reach.
I'd like to be like Selena,
red lips, confidence, heart of gold
But it's hard, since I'm shy
and I know that
I never could be quite as bold
I'd like to be like Diana
Oh hello old friend,
Long time no see.
Are you here to inspire me?
You left me locked in an empty cage
You didn’t listen to a single plea.
It’s almost underrated,
the ability to find inspiration.
It’s something I’ve strived for, all my life.
Inspiration can come from any where you see
It doesn't have to come from family.
It can be just be where you want to be
and I want to be with the trees.
The trees itself can't inspire me.
Everywhere I look around craving inspiration wanting to make good use of myself
Left
Right
Up
Down
Where can it be found ?
The smaller elements in this extravagant life makes a difference
I’m letting go of all my regrets
One by one dropping them
Into the infinite stillness
Of a lake i find much more green than blue
plop plop plop
I get inspiration from these walls.
They speak, almost talk.
These magical walls are mauve.
How do you think I get inspiration from
Get up,
You aren’t finished yet.
Use those two feet;
Rise and show them.
You are what you make of yourself,
Or have you forgotten,
All those heart felt things that make a passion your passion?
I am inspired by the blue skies.
I am inspired by the singing birds.
I am inspired by the blooming flowers.
I am inspired by the ocean breeze.
I am inspired by you.
I am inspired by your confidence.
Kids dive into their imagination
To look and seek for inspiration
They find ideas for games, stories and art
But that kind of inspiration doesn’t come from the heart
So beautiful
So many sounds passing through my ears
Listening to every bird chirping
Every rustle of the twigs
Seeing so many animals
Deer, porcupines, bears, bunnies
So tranquil
So relaxing
You taste the salt laced in the air,
The waves sweep in and snatch your cares.
They’re tossed with the surf and drift out to sea,
And leave you happy simply to be.
The surf is my home, the coral my bed,
The soft creak of a bed
And the give of a mattress—
A time and place where the day learned to die
And we are left alone
Our sanctuary, our haven,
I want summer by a blue lake and a small, dusty bookstore to work at.
I want an apartment with a corner devoted to all my books, and I want new friends I won’t understand how I lived without.
I was sitting on a rock. I was sitting all alone.
I could hear the crashing waves beating on the shore,
It reminded me of home
And why I came here, what I had done,
inspiration doesn't have one source
from everywhere it takes its course
lives in places, different faces
graces nature with it's force
if you can't see it all around us, start looking
People can be the ones who inspire
Others, but that would, of course, require
A certain, overwhelming, perfect desire
To put helping others above yourself.
That would be the simple reason
I lay back,
splash,
and the sheets consume me.
I fall with my feet planted to the floor,
backwards I fall through the mattress
through the floor
Inspirations comes in many forms
Whether it’s a unexpected quote
Or a small little anecdote
Whether it’s from someone that inspires
Or sadly conspires
I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
What does it mean to be inspired?
Inpiration can be found in a place you feel safe, a person you look up to, an item with a lot of meaning.
The cold side of a pillow
is magic, waiting to happen
The condensation of a coke can
is disturbing in drips
The salt of the air
In Abuela's arms
I am safe and home.
My nose is burried
in her black silk hair
With the smell of lavender
And vanilla near.
Her arms will wrap me
In an embrace cloth with memories.
Cinderella and her shoe,
Rapunzel and her hair that always grew.
Beauty and strength I held so dear,
when I saw Belle I gave out a cheer.
My Disney dreams surrounded me,
the princesses: who I wanted to be.
Author: Ruby Mejia-Perez
Acrostic Poem:
Enedina is an exceptional hardworking woman
Never gives up always looking for improvement
Excelling in life even while adulting
Nature is my home,
it inspires me to be who I am
the outdoors is a stress reliever, a safe place.
No drama. No gossip. Just peace
Nature is a place where you are persuaded by your own thought
She inspires me
in the way she walks
how gracious her voice is as she talks
the magic she carries and shares wherever she goes
She inspires me
in the way she walks
how gracious her voice is as she talks
the magic she carries and shares wherever she goes
No
where
road trip
with you, Mind.
You’ve been one to blame
for the crinkled maple leaves
lining the inside
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
Inspiration can come in many ways,
The feel of a skateboard on gravel, or the sun as winter breaks.
It can come in the way of friends who encourage and uplift,
or parents and siblings who believe in you.
Writing.
Books.
Poetry.
These classes I take
Once each week
On Thursday Eve
Make me want
to yell an
"Eek!"
I look forward
and in the past,
but it seems as if
Those golden pools
searching, learning, wanting
I looked into your eyes
And surprisingly I found it
People can see the world however they choose,
Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes
Or walk their own way instead.
People are born with potential,
not just pacific air but mountain and desert too
People’s air that fills the mountain valley
The desires that permeate the desert’s cracked soil
The blue haze of a day dripping with
shine
there is a Man
unlike any other
who sees the highs and the lows
of every situation
His love reaches farther than the seas
there is a Man
sitting next to mein almost every classthe girl with the blonde hair.
although our friendship beganat the end of junior yearshe always influenced me,ever since the first day of school.
The idea came like a whisper in the back of my mind.
Hello, it said warmly.
I had never felt anything like this tickle in my head before.
Please don’t overthink this, Dad,but this morning when you walked into my room,murmured, “It’s time to wake up, Mr. President”and checked my vents for warm air,I painted a portrait of you in the low light.
We talk about the time before and we live in the time after
but there is not much that grows there anymore
Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
We talk about the time before and we live in the time after
but there is not much that grows there anymore
Because nothing ever grew, but sometimes
“Drum Major, is your band ready?”
A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium,
I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the judges and the crowd, and out of me shouts the words,
All the world is my stage, but I am not acting.
Standing up for what's right and just.
Sharing my passions and knowledge,
about so many things...
astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
When the sun lifts, I think about tomorrow
and the earth bringing foreign land,
making rosemary and lavender
that grows from three month rain.
Look around at the world you see
The waters so deep
The sky so clean
The mountains so high
The trees so green
What inspires me, you may ask
Well, it starts with laughing babies
They not know what laughing is
But they still find joy in the simplest things
It is animals looking up at their companions with such love
In which a person holds another,
in a time of need, or any time at all.
In which a spider weaves its web,
small, elegant, graceful.
In which a baby laughs for the first time,
her mother smiles in return...
You are the best..I wanted you to know..
I wrote this letter..as a message to you..
There is no limit to who you can be..
No limit to the best you can do..
This time is a present..this moment..your gift..
Little do they know,
As they march along the streets, bearing flags upon their shoulders—
As they raise their banners high with faces strong and filled with purpose—
Inspiration can be found in the smallest of things
From a butterfly’s wing to the sparkle of a ring
From the air we breathe to floating fall leaves
It’s in moments to despair and when things seem beyond repair
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
Nodding off or bopping
either or is enlightening
to a situation
I am made aware.
Distracted by a melody
These smooth beats move,
but cause me to
stop and listen.
I want to be the Energizer Bunny;
I don't want to stop.
I want to be pink, wear sunglasses,
And do whatever I want.
I want to be the Energizer Bunny
So I'd never have to sleep.
Counting your days is a risky behavior.
You're depressed by your impending doom,
But you're also motivated to see as many movies and kiss as many girls as you can,
To live in every way you know how before your days are up.
That morning brought sight
There was color
And there was light
It would show me places I had never known
So I kept it safe for later
Clouds, the molecules within them
like crystal beads of regret.
They left one another alone for too long
and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.
Paragraphs from my favorite books dance off the page
They dance up my arm and into my head
Right into my brain waves
There they become the images and inspiration I crave
Love inspires me to Adore,
Pain gave me a reason to work for more.
Love inspires me to be Active,
Pain gave me a reason to break from being held captive.
Love motivates me to do right by others,
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
Into the night from dark to light, working long hours, I watched her
She kisses her kids heads, as she puts them to bed, I watched her
She is a mother, someone who looks after others, I watched her
In your eyes I see pure and youthful joy
In your voice I hear the rawest emotions
Even when we're hundreds of miles apart, the mere though of you gives me strength
It's because of you that I know where I want to go in life
The quiet of dusk in the after light
The sound of rain when it first begins
The warmth of a hug long needed
The peaks of mountains I have never reached
The sound of gravel crunching under my shoes
Thoughts tend to ebb and flow
as fleeting as
a springtime snow.
To catch one flake
may take a year
and make some fear
to ever think to grasp again.
So,
Here I'll tell a secret task
Inspiration comes within thee
When one takes time for thyself they get to really see
The world is a magnificient place filled with love
Little does anyone relax and rise above
Inspiration comes within thee
Inspiration is ignited by imagination
and interest in introspection.
Something that simply surpasses surprise
and seems to soothe you.
Resonating if you choose to
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-
Watching reflections chased down walkways
As it’s cold and rainy on a day like today
When normally the mood would be ruined
But somehow - the reflection turns up the spirit
The morning's dawn is rising
Upon the gray-blue sea
That seems to be a shadow
To the eyes of you and me
But slowly the sun overcomes the horizon
And the brightness starts to grow
it is limitless.
a daunting white that bleeds through my vision
like a veil casted over my eyes,
not so much translucent but opaque.
and like the images i catch a glimpse of in this world,
My cart stopped.
I loosened my grip on the handle.
There before me was the most beautiful blue sweater hanging on the rack.
Then it wasn't.
Who was this random woman stealing my joy?
Waiting.
I find when my head is filled with impenetrable dread,
And clouds of grey and deep blues hover above my head,
That what floats within my mind’s eye and what is seen ahead,
I find when my head is filled with impenetrable dread,
And clouds of grey and deep blues hover above my head,
That what floats within my mind’s eye and what is seen ahead,
From the moment I wake,
Brrrr Brrrr-- snooze again
Soft carpet under foot
Ice cold water drops kiss my face good morning
Breakfast smells waft towards my nose
They tantalize my feet down
each
Inspiration has to be courted,
But, like a person infatuated,
I lack patience.
I am easily frustrated
By the lack of her favor, but
The monster lives inside me,He slithers through my veins,
He hisses his cruel thoughts,
and influences my own.
He wraps himself around my lungs,
Close your eyes
Feel the air around you, the clothes against you,
The stars above you
Take a breath
Feel the oxygen fill your lungs, your heart beat
The stars above you
Always chasing you till you're beat.
Doesn't discriminate, just defeats.
It is always there hoping you hide,
But now is not the time to be shy.
Take the fear and pass it on.
I struggle to gain and fight to win
For the sweet relieving reward
Of a new spark of creation
Talking and sharing
Walking and thinking
Reading and feeling
Emotions and broken images flow
My generation
As of right now
We could be called
Children.
And I suppose
That’s what we are
Children of a doomed future.
When the rain falls on to the asphalt
And petrichor smells erupt,
I'll remember the cloudy days spent in my room,
My mind full of inspirations and ambition
To create a beautiful painting.
'Ju Ju'
uttered from your lips, a name for me
so plain to see
Love.
Three months is not enough time
Not enough time to let my love flow through your veins
Not enough time to feel these pains
Who doesn't want a storybook life?
Just write it all in and cut out the strife
Who said that you can't write your own story
Like a Disney hero you can rise to glory
No such thing as fate no such thing as a curse
The fig leaves are drenched in golden light
Waving at the sky to bid good night
To the stars above.
Enigmatic visions fill minds
Official Ball NCAA Championship
with its bright yellow color and
shredded red seams sighs sullenly
from a dusty shelf
while tangled earbuds explain
The sun's fire is fading,
as night's ocean rises.
Cold.
Endless.
Dauting.
I am not afraid,
for the night does not conceal.
It reveals something more,
She smells of hardwork and motherhood
Her scent permeates the room immediatlely after she enters
Her eyes are forced open and the bags beneath droop lower than yesterday
My home is the field
With fear of being shown the red
The crowd fills in, watching
Whether real or inside my head
4 miles away
I felt the oxygen leave your lungs
I heard you beg for oxygen while you laid on the cracked pavement
One shot was all it took for them to shatter my mentality
They shed their blood, sweat, and tears.
Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears.
People who have made something from little nothings
That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
I'm ... " Back On Track " ...
DESPITE The Fact That Some Believe I'm NOT THE MAN ... !?!
THE MAN With Words To FEED The HERDS ...
So I Think It's Time We Looked At THAT ... !!!
my love, that singular beauty, is all mine
touched with golden splendor of the gods
sweet as honey, rich as cherry wine
a lively sprite who frolics in the woods
What’s the point of life?
Why continue through the strife?
I’ll tell you, I almost died:
Fear nearly ate me up inside;
There are times in this life when we feel lost,
And times in life when we are feeling down.
But we should listen for the melodies
That carry us into a place of joy.
Walking into another dimension
A world where I'm not who I should be
Not myself but filling in someone else's shoes
A place where words jump at me
And help me see in a new light
The stars around me, that push me,
Are the ones who burn. Who
Breathe the flames of tongue and language
And laugh to paint skies blue.
Their firy smiles spark
And make me run and leap.
Surrounding me are honeysuckles,
and a tall orange tree.
Skipping to the pool,
and the way life used to be.
Gentle days in summer haze,
felt like everyday no matter what.
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
My inspiration comes from an old book
Tattered and worn
But filled with the knowledge of life.
My inspiration comes from the people
I find it in a state of half-waking.
A slumber in a college dorm with the fairy lights left on,
Twinkling like stars in my dreams.
What inspired me during this Fall Semester of 2019,
I learned a lot from the professors, each have their doctornal degrees. But every
professor had thieir own style of teaching.
one woman going back to school
plus a dream to study numbers
one degree to teach the masses
is all she needs to lecture classes
two people inspired to teach, one is her, one is me.
Every day, the best day ever
Is what she says with that sharp smile
Her eyes glow like nothing I’ve seen
In my room, in the car, in the backyard
Music inspires me.
The beat, thouch of the strings,
soothing chords balancing,
harmony, I feel free.
Filling my lungs with-
Song, connecting to my soul.
Practicing towards my goal.
Do You Ever Find That Words Sometimes …
KEEP On RUNNIN' Through Your Mind … ?!?
Sometimes My Rhymes And Words Are …
...... STUNNING ….. !!!!!
Terms and Conditions.
Most people skip over this.
The words, black against white, blur by in the rush of tapping fingers
Rushing to get to something bigger
Ya Know I Use It Like A ...
..... " Nine To Five " .....
But That's NOT My Line ... !!!
I Don't Plagiarise ... !!!
These Words Were Inspired ...
By .... Inity Fire ....
When darkness surrounds you
And light doesn't find you
Just find it on another side
When disappointment follows you
And happiness doesn't come to you
Just find it on another side
A poet and her paper
Sitting here beneath the stars
And city lights shining
Writing what is on her mind.
She's the author of
The story being told
A story unfolding before your eyes
You see.
When I sit down and look around,
The world around me seems to dance
It dazzles and gleams, shinging and profound
And when I need inspiration, I take that golden chance.
I sieze the beauty by the hand
You were happy when I climbed on your lap.
All soft sounds and soft hands and a cheerful, bubbly voice
Nudging my toddling figure away from the patio’s edge.
inspire [in spīr’] originally, to breathe or blow upon or into
i.e. plants inspire us
i.e. we inspire plants
i.e. I breathe because of what has been planted before me
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
Let’s raise a glass
To a time where my thoughts ran wild
Carefree with the wind
A time where decisions were made for me
Bobby Petula.
It never happens right away.
You read a poem, a book,
"A beautiful piece of literature,"
they say.
Eh...
Later, you find yourself thinking;
right before you go to bed,
I miss you.
I miss you as much as i miss the first taste of summer wehn winter hits.
Or as much as i miss the first frost at the peak of those dog days.
Six years have gone by without you here.
Here we are
You across from me
You’re back is all that I see
And she’s holding the trophy
The mistakes I have made are my own
It’s warmth from the fire,
Expanding, expanding, and expanding until I struggle to breathe
The color of my palpitating heart as it teethes,
My aspirations were like grand constellations
Plucking one dream after the next
Then came the Big Bang of adolescence
With every burning goal
Came a larger person
To put it out
When the world turns cold...
You must remain bold...
Stay true to your dreams,
Even when rough as it seems...
To your Father should you look -or
in the words of his book,
A breth of fresh air never tasted so sour,
I bear the heaviness of regret on my shoulders,
Again with your games of deciet and lies,
Your words cascading down the mountainside,
A breth of fresh air never tasted so sour,
I bear the heaviness of regret on my shoulders,
Again with your games of deciet and lies,
Your words cascading down the mountainside,
CLICK!Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories.
Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds.
“Just Grow Up,”...
Three little words,
I’ve never heard from my parents.
“Just Grow Up,”
three little words,
I had to tell myself.
How to get through The Bad Year
Come home from school every day and cover yourself with blankets
Before we started, we were small, not strong
The crowd around us said the world was wrong
Yet we kept our minds in adventure and lore
Standing,
Front of the room,
All eyes on you,
As your sweat pours through your shirt,
Shivering under the searing lights,
Adapt to surroundings
overcome your fear
no matter the fear
the only thing to fear
is fear itself
fear is natural
overcoming sepaerates you from average
overcome you fear
Oh if my words could build a bridge,
From here to unknown planes.
Oh if my words could linger on,
And peoples' hearts would change.
My swords are sharp but duller still,
STRONG BLACK WOMENTHE STRUGGLES YOU HAVE FACED,THE CONCERN IN YOUR EYES.THE PAIN YOU HAVE ENDEARED.YOU ONE AGAIN PULLED THRUAND SHOWED HOW STRONG YOUREALLY ARE.THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN, PRAYERS YOUHAVE RECEIVED.EACH ONE OF US KNEW THAT WITH YOURSTR
THE STORM IS COMINGLISTEN TO THE QUIET,THE STORM IS ABOUT TO COMELOOKING OUT THE WINDOW UP INTO THE SKYTHE DARKNESS HYPNOTIZES ME, WHILE WONDERINGWHY THE CLOUDS ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND LET OUT AHORRIFYING CRY.THE WIND BLOWING HARD, THE STREET SEEMS
WHAT I STAND 4I STAND FOR MANY THINGSLIKE MY CREATIVITY PERSONALITYTHE INDEPENDENCE THE STRENGTHTHAT I RECEIVEI STAND FOR THE BELIEF OF MY COUNTRYAND MUCH SELF ESTEEMHONESTY TRUST & RESPECT U CTHE BEAUTY OF THE INNER MEI STAND FOR MANY DIFFERE
Two men stand along a ring.
The champion steps out first.
Next, comes the challenger.
The underdog.
The believer.
Faith is that uncomfortable invisible force I push into when I truly want to walk away instead.
Faith is that light I see when my mind and heart are clouded and obscured.
Love can be very expensive,
so save your money up.
A bitter sweet combination
like lemon and honey stuff
Never ever forget about the prize
Focus from the moment you begin
Why is it that most poetry is ignored
Does it come off as bored
Or is the perspective way to broad?
I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation
When it's normal for you to communicate through layers,
digging into the truth becomes basic...
When I was Younger, my mother always told me to stand up tall;
Everyday is a struggle but I fight through it all.
With my head held high, I’ll touch the sky;
When I was Younger, my mother always told me to stand up tall;
Everyday is a struggle but I fight through it all.
With my head held high, I’ll touch the sky;
Teach me, love.
Anger envelops me, I never resist it.
This type of behavior will lead me to felonies.
Please stain my memories. Teach me forgiveness.
I love football a whole lot!
Especially on days that are really hot.
On the feild I ease my mind,
Football is a major passion of mine!
I hear the crowd roar and chant on the sideline.
My eyes move across the page,
Soaking in each colorful word.
Carefully crafted living poetry
Enters my mind in a torrent.
In a decade past, in a distant land,
in a book in the hands of starstruck child,
six canisters washed ashore on the golden sand.
And, to fight against the vicious wilds,
strode six heroes from those silver pods.
“It gets better”
A phrase i heard a lot
From people who didn’t know what else to say
Or who haven’t the experience for advice.
A phrase that felt like an excuse
tran is cool
he is huggable
he is inspirational
he made me who i am
he talked to me first
he had great thirst for volunteering
he kept me running
You shine in the abyss,
A beckoning brightness beaming
Forth with advice and encouragement.
You pull me aside after class
And softly, subtly, smilingly
Lyrics flowing through like the very air I breathe
Ryhthm pulsating in my veins and coursing though my body
My heart, light and bursting forth from its cavity on glided angel wings,
Life has a way of tearing people down.
Whether it be physically, mentally, emotionally.
Sometimes we get so used to things tearing us down we don’t recognize when we do it to ourselves, or to other.
Because you were friends with a couple of Britons,
Because you wanted to help girls help their country and others,
Because you founded Girl Scouts.
Fourth grade is when I met him
Mr. Smith, my ELAR teacher
He didn't make words dim
He made them a fine feature
Incouraging me to write stories
To use my words to send a message
She was the initial experience
A fright, or perhaps a hope
And although wrapped in her benevolence
Struggled in heading up the slope
A cliche appears more as a provocation
My Buddy. He's gone.
My Pal. He's gone.
My Coach. He's gone.
My Example. He's gone.
My Support. He's gone.
Cancer, I hate you.
His Pain. It's gone.
His Suffering. It's gone.
I was told being an extrovert was better.
But what they didn't know,
Was that the words were a heavy blow.
I didn't want to be "better"
My life, my soul, my heart, my whole is claimed.
As long as day precedes the night it's here.
It plagues me, saves me from a worser fate.
As long as night precedes the day it's near.
I have a blurry memory when it comes to my childhood years, but I vividly remember the first time I picked up a paintbrush.
Those black and white keys
That every person sees
Is significant to me
One woman changed my life
When lessons began one night
When life became depressing
She was my biggest blessing
I am young and I have an interest.
You said, that’s exciting!
I am young and I say, I still have an interest.
You said, research it.
I am young, I researched it and I still have an interest.
relentless searching
eye wide, hoping
who am i?
i'm searching for the undiscovered
eyes covered by blind
blinds filled with lies
my cries,
can no longer be heard.
I remember you.You’re foggy but I do. I remember you being bossyand I remember loving it, needing it,Guiding me barefootthrough our woods, always so mossy. I remember stealing Kool-Aid in dry measuring cups-mine a quarter, yours a half and hiding
The Encyclopedia
The books of all books
The mind of all minds
Not always politically correct
And the values sometimes questionable
I hear them cry.
O Captain my Captain,
Self doubt screams.
My internal storm
Still terrorizes them.
Overthinking weeps
And Self esteem sobs
While my Concentration and Patience
She does not sit on a throne
But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one
She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair
is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
Grazie*, Gracias*, Spasiba*, Merci* and Thank You
There a ton of ways to express one’s gratitude.
There will never be enough words to say dank u*,
Your warm embrace,
your kind smile, your voice saying
I love your face
and that you're proud of me.
Your unified presence made me strong
and determined.
The days are long
and I miss you.
To whom it concerns:
To everyone who has taunted and teased me:
For the color of my skin.
For the texture of my hair.
Nana Abu, I miss you
My loving grandfather
Such a great honor,
for you to be my everything,
in the times I felt like puking.
You taugh me everything I know,
You impacted my life and let me get ahead
How you can be so simple, yet so complex
Words, you were my first love
for you have taught me a lot.
Never succumb to defeat and keep thriving to become better not the best
Admire someone that will keep you motivated to achieve your goal
I want to scream
You trick me
Push and pull me
Then move the finish line.
Each and every day
When I realize the time
I’m reminded, that the goal is near
But you smile at me and I fear.
He had to save her
That was all
Plain and simple
Stumbling across a dark landscape
Pitch black water on either side
Begging to swallow him whole
This goes out to the people who need inspiration.
People who need this rap to get something done for the day.
Anything. Just know that all you need is inspiration.
The spider had crawled in from the depths of the unknown
The girl, seeing the creepy crawler, screamed to her bones
Oh, wait a minute! Amongst the shadows in the dark
Lies a man as strong as a shark
I was lost and alone,
Hopeless and afraid,
Storms raging, endlessly...
But I lit my own torch!
I Braved my own storm!
The mentor I had.....
Was ME.
Opened the doors,
and sounds surounded me.
My soul ached for more of this chaotic tranquility.
Oh, and the love of song,
it was effervescently amusing.
I effortlessly adored the unstable stability.
Quilted reflections patch their way onto the page as if outlined with silken threads, scrolled - more often typed. Sometimes the fabric is fragile, like a baby bird in my hand, fallen from its nest.
Mr. Sean,
you are the coolest person I know.
When I met you, your hair had a streak of electric blue
and it was the most badass thing I’d ever seen,
a grandma, a lover, an idol, a savior a women with admirable behavior for someone with nothing she has it allwhen she is needed she always stands tall you empower me to be the best to persevere through any test when i see the way you laugh and s
It only takes one person to influence another.
A teacher is a great example.
A teacher's words can guide and inspire.
A teacher can come into one's life at the right time.
A teacher uses experience to influence.
you've left this world, twelve years have gone by now.i've forgotten the sound of words as they left your mouth.i've forgotten how your arms squeezed tightly about me,and i've forgotten what it was like when you were here.
My mother has always been there
No matter the situation she'll care.
She's been my role model
Since I drank from a bottle
And we'll always be a pair.
I watch the birds fly above me,
Feeling left out and alone.
So when you choose to fly around me,
I suddenly feel I belong.
You float by gently capturing my attention,
Beautiful as my favorite song,
Only one to shed fear,
Only one to grasp hope,
A ripple for a smile,
A minute to cope,
Seconds to forget,
Hours to remember,
To bury the deepest of depression,
To reveal ones true expression,
She is a cycle she doesn't understand.
A whirlwind that sweeps you away without asking, a vacuum you never want to be free from.
She engulfs you in her light when she's laughing, yet she's blind to her own brilliance.
Mentor was what refered to you
First thing on my mind was always you
Yet what exactly have you done?
You've always risen higher than I had ever hoped
You were a beacon of light with no such awareness
The competitive season is over,
But the training is not.
I think there’s so much value
In becoming involved in a sport
Where you are involved throughout
I wish
you were not here
but since you are
be my fuel
It's hard to breathe
and it's hard to focus
but you are here
be my fuel
It takes so much
to do so little
I wanna float on Lighter fluid,
I want to watch the fire dance around me,
I want to be lighter fluid,
Cause the mess I'm in is heavy.
Life doesn't slow down,
Won't slow down for anyone.
In this world I do not understand
I have found there are many things to love
The earth, the wind, the sky, the beauty
and everything that exists above
There are many things to love
I remember the smell of nicotine and tobacco,
of yellowed tar-filled teeth, that
always wafted from your face,
whenever you came to visit me
Choose your fights wisely
Choose your fights kindly
Kindle a fire to see
Burn it out with peace
Shallow seas
Hollow trees
Death inside
Darkness hides
I faked a heart attack Just so that I could feel your loveOne more time.For some reason my mind Wouldn't align with these linesOn this paperUntil I felt safer When pain, hurt, and anger
The King of Ash
I am the King of Ash,
And the King of Ash is me.
All around,
The scorched ground,
Tells of awful travesty.
Embers crackle underfoot,
I’ve heard the times are bound to bring forth changeThat our endings defeat mending to achieve great gainsAnd the newest always wins every raceEven when there’s nothing worthy left to chase
Thoughts bleeding
in my head.
Idea's screaming,
in my mind.
A single pen,
in my hand.
The only paper,
I could find.
Unused ink,
written words unsaid.
Inspiration,
my lips are like a wall
but the words keep rising in my throat
sometimes they are hot, angry
burning my tongue, setting my soul
ablaze.
often, the words choke me.
they are dripping with regret, and
Dear Poetry:
Thank you for teaching me
how to express myself in a melody
because it is thanks to you
that I can write do descriptively
Caterpillar oh so slow. Moving at a pace so as not to show. Your mind slowly growing and growing. Learning and being twisted as you go. Caterpillar that moves so slow.Caterpillar wise in your ways
it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide
Your mind, works in a
Peculiar way.
Filled with many
Gears and Parts,
That work in harmony.
To produce such
Beautiful Inspiration.
There's a break--a bright day near
Remain open, don't shut your eyes
It seems far; the light tries to run
One day we'll catch
This journey is far from over\
To my lover and only hope,
You have given unconditional love, and you have given me life.
You have given me hope, and you have given me strife.
She is a song,
On an out-of-tune piano,
And though I know,
That she is worng,
All she needs,
Is a bit of tuning,
And a bit of refining,
And then she can sound,
Exactly how,
I don't know what's wrong again.
Everytime it's something new.
I try and try to be perfect.
Nothing is good enough for you.
Each time, I think we're good.
Then you block me out.
Waves crashing, the smell of salt in the air, and the grit of sand beneath my feet, I feel it. Y’all, when asked a year ago, what one thing I would bring if I was going to a deserted island, I threw up the word brother as if it were word vomit. Lo
Beauty… The beauty of words
Connected without an arrangement to accompany.
This, I’ve learned, can shake the world with just a step.
Beauty… The beauty of words
Connected without an arrangement to accompany.
This, I’ve learned, can shake the world with just a step.
When I began my journey, I wore a dress of white.
It dazzled and became me well,
It sparkled in the sunlight.
You hurt me!
Surely you can imagine
That ghastly, glorious surprise --
Occam's razor sliced through faith's abdomen,
And ushered in its final demise.
Should I curse or thank you?
frequently
you ask me what
i’m thinking about
you didn’t ask when
i was with you
if you did i would ask
how about you?
Trouble Is An Object, You Don't Really Want It. Pass It To The Next Man, Maybe He Will Want It. Maybe He Will Flaunt It, Attracted To Its Danger. Or Draw Back And Cast It, In The Direction Of His Anger. Trouble Is An Object, That Can Transform
a thought cannot be cultivated.
if, it is not planted first
in the mind - which, unsedated,
remains awake with conscious thirst.
a thought cannot grow or sprout
if, the mind does not quench it
I am a fire
Burning through life
Time
Friends
Family
Potential
I burn them all
It's not like I mean to
But a fire can't control what it burns
Please stay out of my way
Dear Future,
You scare me like the bottomlessness of the sea
But you excite me like the sunshine when is gently touches my face
You show signs of a great jounrey with wild and captivating advneture
Dear Mom,
You always said to fight for what you believe in
Fight like the Sun fights the Moon
Though the Moon may shed dim light upon the night-enveloped Earth
Dear Sylvia Plath,
Let me lift the bell jar from your eyes,
flame-red strands dropping to your shoulders,
oxygen returning to your lips.
I want you to place your fingers on your heart, and listen.
I've gotta free my mind but careful not to lose it
A brain without a soul is incongruent
When I speak you choose to confuse it
You left me with bruises
Like what the truth is
Without the excuses
We live this life despite
Double edged swords being swung at us with all their might
Finding beauty in the pain, staring darkness in the face
'Cause there's only so much light
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
It's easy to paint, they say
It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking
Thinking about nothing
Nothing that turns into, perhaps
Something?
It's not as easy as you think
Do they know they’ll only survive
to be shiny, broken, beautiful
shards of ACDC ground into
the soles of my feet
after we lock eyes
for the fifth time?
Sometimes it only takes one
Dear Refa,
You will not win. There's not much more to say.
The distance from home, the ice and storms - HA! I survived anyway.
You decided to step it up and violate me personally.
Well daughter, I'll tell you...
Your dreams are rivers
Calm, straight forward
Most of the time.
Sometimes you meet rapids,
Falling down hard like waterfalls,
Dreams are tricky things
At times of utter chaos,
the mind sleeps.
Hiding behind a closure,
until vulnerable no more.
And days later,
after closure, comes
a newfound fascination-
in what exactly happened.
Dear Me,
I know that sometimes life can be a big stress.
The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress,
from the path in life that you thought would be best.
I want
To be a lawyer
Helping protect, Flora and Fauna
The natural beauties of the World
Protecting Nature, Rather than the people on the Earth.
I want
To be a Doctor
Long live my Father
Who is the wisdom in life's eye
Who upon his shoulders rest
Who is never willing to die
Long live my Father
Who upon a chariot was born
Music is the key to the soul
Our twisted hearts bound by these shackles
Take this key and remove your chains
You are intelligent
Yet you know nothing
You are full of ideas
Yet you don’t know how to express them well
You are full of wisdom
Is is not better to be rid of a wish than to hold it close.
It is better to rumble with the tides of the time that you lost your footing;
That you lost your way.
'Twas mid-day when I sat
Ready with paint and brush and all that.
Upon the stool I sat brush in hand
But like a bowl of lentils plain, my mind 'twas bland.
Minute after minute, hour after hour
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana
Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
Articles Of faith, confession, then communion.
Luminous, telepatic, and wise, i'm never gonna die.
This intuitive power is rising me higher.
There's crystal clear vision, ain't no such thing as division.
Oh sweet Love of mine there is something you should know.
Before you came here, you were the ebb and flow.
You knew with all your Being the gift of love and grace.
To the roar of applause, I treadFor my inspiration, youFor their memory, them and theyThe ones who push meThey push meTo that place beyond myselfLimits, no moreThat I might reach their hearts
Because I love you
I see you for who you are
I am not only an admirer, but I see you as a star.
A divine reflection
Not my missing piece
Because when I found you, we both had worked to feel complete
I met him on a monday
Lockers slamming, talking in our ears
My mind a messy place
A pallet for an artist
Our first date was at the movies
It's in the warmth of your hands and gentleness of your embrace
that I take my home.
What I've found in you is delicate and sincere, that cannot be found in any other.
Be one with the wind and float/
Soar high/
Burst through the mash potatoes clouds/
Feel the sun beam and rays/
I lungs this because I need it/
It's like food/
Time have taught me this/
Yeah I found the light so now I begin my dream chasingOnce your on this path I promise you that there’s no escaping
I will always love you,
I will love you with an unconditional love.
And because I so deeply love you,
I will always try to give you the world.
As I sit here, I begin to wonder, "How can this world so easily cast me asunder?"
Falling Victim to all of the pressure, and a pain so deep that none could measure.
A path of black stones lay under my feet
and I travel along it wherever it leads,
through forest and canyon, over blue lakes
I wander along, whatever it takes.
And ever so often, an oddity
In times of uncertainty, the world becomes my stage;
Unexplainable moments fueled by involuntary rage;
Striding through life, mind toward the sky;
Ambitions, dreams, and hopes placed high;
Because I love you
I find it hard to breathe
The walls crash down on me
Filling my lungs with screams
Screams that suffocate
They say
Shoot for the moon
Even if you miss,
You’ll land amongst the stars
But I’ve seen the glow of dreams fulfilled
In the crook of your smile
We are freespirited.
Kind.
Compassionate.
Hopeful.
Loving.
But we are hurt.
Tired of hearing about the do's and do not's.
The can's and can not's.
Because I love her,
I can see a clear future for myself.
Because I love her,
I know what steps I need to take
To be with her and make sure
She doesn't want for anything
In life.
Persistence must continue
In order for you to be successful
Just keep at it
That my friends will be helpful
Do not give up hope
Believe that you can
Continue on forward
That should be the plan
I haven't written in so long. I mean truly written. I lost that part of my self somewhere along the way. Why don't I think up crazy crackpot original dream stories? Why do I no longer channel my rage into biting poems?
Lines composed during a walk from Highgate to Hampstead Heath 1991
It has been a day for wandering
beneath this sky of early spring
Thankful,
a short word denying a bond's regression
a soldier fighting the war
between conformity and expression
When I wake I can
Taste the salt in my tears
Acknowledge and embrace
the smell, the feel, and the taste.
Understand:
the power of the flower.
The flavor is sour-
diesel.
On a cloud
It may not always be easy,
it may not always seem right
but the path to higher consciousness is always in plain view, in clear sight
It is of course the path less traveled by,
I am unstoppable, limitless, unbeatable...ME
I can do what I want, and I want to be...ME
Everything inspires me, nothing ever tires me
I am constantly discovering the new that I am, have become, am about to be
It's time to go with the flow and let your heart know that it's okay to express yourself and let yourself go. Get lost in the love that is the totality of your individuality. 'Individual' which means undivided from the 'whole'.
The great I know is the one that tells the thieves' liesPeace and happiness you decide your own lifeBut once lives are taken for reasons of the unknown Concepts such as hatred, as to detest our natural skintoneThey say I might die tonight, I might
I think America is great
But we need to get a few things straight
Unemployment is at a crazy rate
This doesn’t have to be America’s fate
It starts with one word.
A single, simple word that rings well in the mind
Takes it’s time to develop and before I know it
The word has found a soulmate
When I die, remember me not for my prose, but for my poetry
Do not remember me for my plain expressions and monotone speech in daily life
Love is sharing
Of what you have
It maybe be advises
It maybe time
For a person
Who needs it
So badly like me
People needs love
But they don't know how
They search for it
I am not a quitter,
I will not give up.
When the going gets tough,
I get tougher.
My love WILL NOT fade
just because it seems difficult or complicated.
My love is full, true, and unconditional.
I would be lying if I told you
I didn't cry that awkward day.
The day you decided
that I wasn't the one.
I've told you before,
and I won't go back on my word.
My personality is Beyond my years or maybe it's the trend set before me
Remember when we were kids and everyone was our friend?
A year ago
I would have called you a fool.
For telling me that there is hope,
For telling me that there is love,
A year ago
I would have called you a liar.
For telling me that I am smart
Looking back at the year prior
Makes the road ahead seem daunting.
Taking apart the person I was,
The closest I can describe is passion.
A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
Passing seasons never falter
Ink inscribed skin ever after
Heart ache a burning volcano
I hear a bird's song of sorrow
How can I rise from this abyss
When all I want is to remiss
The torturous emotions
One word
should be enough to describe
my feelings – the feels – of this year.
But it can’t. It’s too great and beautiful
Two thousand and seventeen years
Sounds like forever, yet
Is but a drop in the sea of time.
Twenty years
Everything I’ve ever known, yet
I’ve trained to continue running when it hurts the most.
Never giving up on my goals.
Showing others that the impossible can be possible.
People inspired and motivated as they watch.
Jumping into the year with exectations so high
Played football but got out because my school work was too severe
Tried out for the basketball team didn't make it
If I spoke in lines of poetry, it would be broken
Every line seperate from the rest
My words would fall disconnected
You would not be able to make sense of it
changes
friendships grow like dandelions through weed killer
belonging
a feeling never experienced before, now as normal as the sky is blue
black skies
late nights, struggling to pass the test
pain
The future follows behind me with a stern look and a jagged plea
As competition constantly stares back at me.
In the past year I battled the fists of friend crusades
Because of the stabs of pending test grades.
I love it when you smile.
your teeth gleam so white.
do you even notice?
it lights up the night?
your smile so pure.
so straight to the point.
i really do love it.
so smile my lovely roint.
One step forward
Two steps back
Is this ever true
One move closer
Two backtracks
Creates new paths for you
One truth found
Two lies learned
How strange it is
When a bright soul goes dark
A fire put out by the hose of insecurity and depression
Facing this world
While feeling alone
But is there beauty in the struggle?
Beneath this dirt lies
A duct fuller in life than
In its own breath.
The maple's roots
Feed off its depths,
As the sun drains my home
In echoes of a tide lost
The greatest moments of despair and sadness stem from the polar opposite, triumph.
It's the realization that you gave, fought, battled, strove, and despite your final breath,
The hunter's arrow
Sleek and swift
Pointed straight at my foot
What he was aiming for
Could not fly
The clouds were not his friends
Focused too much on the wormy muddle
When do you become me?
Is it when she broke our heart?
Is it when we stayed up for hours with our new friends?
It’s taken you to realize how much I love vanilla ice cream
Sweet enough to send chills through your teeth, and soft enough that it may drip if you’re not careful
Strive to fight,
Then conquer and destroy.
To all who know us,
This is our creed.
When we fall,
We get back up.
We hit a wall,
We leave behind dust.
Standing tall with might,
Sometimes life is like a winter day
Cold and miserable and sad
Icicles hang from the bottom of your heart
The sadness seems infinite
But
I lay my head on my pillow to rest.My eyes gaze at the ceiling,and catch the dancing shadowsamongst the darknessthat encapsulates mealways.
Somehow,I manage to get out of bed each and every day.I get up, get ready, and get to work.
Surprisingly,People look at me with admiration for this feat."How are you so motivated?" they ask.
A call of affirmation
An air of great suppression
Awoken by the stream of light
Which beckons me to my day's plight
A screaming alarm
It means no harm
But morning is dreary
And I am weary
Look at the girl who carries such grace no one can critique.
Look at the boy who falls for her, regardless of how bleak or meek she is.
Now look at the child who kicks the bucket, but then at the one who builds a castle with it.
From pen to paper, ink seeps and spreads out,
corrupting the sweet innocence of white.
A simple line morphs into subtle clouds,
then spreads to form a strong and gallant knight.
I greet the day with gratitude laced with longing.
This hunger animates my entire being,
Sharpening my senses, a new way of seeing.
The pursuit of Light is my soul's calling.
I am a Light Huntress.
Today is the day,
the day to rise.
Rise above all that has been lost, all that has been done.
I have been told that hope is lost.
I believed that all hope was lost in this imperceptible darkness
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
I awake to my alarm clock screaming through the darkness.
The sound pounds unforgivingly on my eardrums, and I feel tired.
~Every Moment~ Sometimes we set ourselves back, Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,Everyday we struggle to find our way back.The pain is buried so deep,That a smile on our face is hard to keep,Yet another battle on our own
Feelin' good is different for everybody,
But one thing is for sure:
It's a positive emotion,
That has you feelin' good.
What has me feelin' good, is inspiration.
Inspirational quotes,
Feelin' good is different for everybody,
But one thing is for sure:
It's a positive emotion,
That has you feelin' good.
What has me feelin' good, is inspiration.
Inspirational quotes,
His picture sits among my books
some of which for me he bought.
Down from the shelf he smiles, looks
with his eyes still full of thought.
The sudden loss of a man of steel
a grandpa so strong, so kind
A juvenile at the age of fourteen,
frail and apprehensive of her surroundings lays concealed,
restless beneath a short portion of vessel fabric.
She lays soundless.
On midday, after school,
a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset;
He tuned it and proceeded it play it,
to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul,
he relieved all his stress.
I long to be your deity,To stroke your entirety With the palette of my choosing As I cover you in colorAnd give you life.Never mind what I useIt is assured I will always have a use.I love the way you grant me competence,Complete control.I love th
"In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth"
I can only imagine the beauty of his voice
Dear Shel,
Oh Shel.
I like to call you a friend.
Because you and I,
Yes you and I,
Know where the sidewalk ends.
It ends for some here,
It ends for some there,
But for you and I,
The way the time may go, The way the water flows
The way the sun shines in my eyes, Today I pray
That though the storm may rage
Who am I?
I still don't know
I've got a lot to learn
And a long way to go
There is so much to do
So much to explore
And one day i'll know
What I came here for
I've been looking
to write?
to right the wrongs?
for the right of way?
today? Is that right?
to be Christened in Christ’s' rite?
right?
I listen deep,
I stand in the sunrise.
I make a leap,
I am a surprise.
The sun beams hit my coffee,
I sip and read in devotion.
This day is meant for me,
To be an inspiration.
You and me
Climbed together on the mountains
To find peace but couldn’t find
You and me
Flew together up above the blue skies
To measure the height of nature
But could not measure
A friendship so beautiful,
The world's eyes are forever searching,
But fail to find, rendered sightless by greed.
The hatred tries to bleed into, incompetent.
A home broken like an ocean floor of glass,
Sometimes when I'm feeling down or blue, all I really need is you. A hug and embrace makes me feel like I have place. Hopeless feelings deep inside, but with you, I'm built back up and restored with pride.
Inspiration for true love, you always remain,
With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts,
Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent,
When two lovers are kissing in garden.
I look up to the stars
Try to reach out
To mars
So i can lose this weight of doubt
The doubt that i can never become
What i want
I don’t want to end up like some
A question rises out of the dark,
Spoken quickly, it darts like a spark
Into the ears of waiting minds
And behind closed eyes the question lies:
"For what purpose each day do you rise?"
Here we are again
Back to the late nights
Struggling to be free
Still going through the same fights
Burden drags us down
But we fight to stay afloat
Finding shreds of hope
I feel electric walking through a park engulfed with happy princes, children skipping, people playing to their laughter. singing strings of guitars in this park the mirth of drooping spilling coins in their cases.
poetry finds me words unhinged in melatonin miracles that reside in a
cracked projector lens and the soft curls of a projected boy who
spits rhymes in shared atmospheres of breath.
Who inspired me to write?
Was it Edgar Allen Poe?
It was a man whose writings have lived on since many years ago
Verse, Prose, Iambic pentameter
Shakespeare was the best poet of his time and after his time
we learn to hate
to slice and maime
to choose our possessions
and keep souls bound and chained
every mortal wants to be immortal
every one wants to be free
what is keeping us so imprisoned
Parents were hard-working
Working with Henry Ford's invention
One in the morning
One in the night
I, however,
Never slept
Hearing voices
Telling me to inspire
Open up
Help
Chest hurting
mind burning
the feeling
the yerning
I cant breathe
I cant think
heart racing
chest aching
mind blanking
hopes fading
I walk up
I step up
Getting that feeling,heart broken can't find no healing.I hear stuff everyday,praying that they go away,but the thing is, they don't.The negativity sits around,and just floats.
His body was a battlefield
With an unconquerable soul
Made of fire that burned
With the same embers that fueled
The flames in his eyes.
His mind were the attackers
Whose wicked deceptions
Feet dangle inches above
Tantalizingly taunting
They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals,
Just as my hands strive to emerge
From the lemon yellow dress
You handed down to me.
It all started when I lost myself.
I wallowed in misery.
I had no self esteem.
I felt unloved, unworthy, and worst of all dead inside.
Like I was simply existing, without living at all.
Once upon a time, there was an artist of words
Her twisted lyric captured my young mind, undeterred
Never before had such art caused crystalline tears to fall
The times when I first used words to speak, talk, and prattle
Were not the same experiences where I used them in a poem battle
Writing came easy to me, so did speach and rhyming,
Just because you cannot see the scars does not mean that they are not there.
It does not mean that the thought did not cross my mind like the blade crosses your skin.
This poem was written by my best friend, Deland Wheeler. He passed away in a motorcycle accident one month ago, and his mother made me promise that I publish his poetry, so that people will see Deland's inner light. Enjoy!
If you ask me of love
I will tell you that it is enigmatic
That you will feel it in the trenches of your soul
And in the most lofty places of your mind
Deeper than words
My feelings have turned
As I went further down this tunnel of illusion
What’s next?
Keep digging ..
I see the family on the table
their crowns speak royalty
as my hand reads numbers
that stand without pair.
I look around the table
When I feel the icy wind, on the road less traveled.
Dare I look to the stranger in the path?
His eyes and hands hard as the ice.
Their voices soft as the snow.
Who is this man, who might make the winter, melt?
Words flow and ebb
and I feel them
more than the others.
No pain
No color
No light
Can be heard in my words by them.
My voice is oft ignored
the letters form a web
Ibleedin verses,my heart a rhythm;iambic, and constantblank meter, sporadic.Words fly like winds,words fall like rain,clacking uponkeys.
It was at the tender age of 11,
In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven.
I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
image: desert background with magazine cut-out text reading, "but you always like it better when it sounds like i'm in pain".
To me, she is a she,
and she is as powerful
as a woman can be.
She eases me like a mother does,
settles me down
from my bouts of madness,
It's always been there,
Whether I've known it or not.
Never had I known that song lyrics were poetry.
Never had I known that poetry held feelings.
That they held meanings.
That they held stories.
I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I like it.
I never knew what a trip like this was like.
Addiction is calling me, or is it distraction?
Such a powerful connection I never thought possible
Poetry was a way to escape
The cruel harshness of the world
With people who were more like rabid animals
Than people.
I could write it out in ways
In a language
That made sense to me.
Written once, by a man of a famous name,
Were words that love could not tame,
For behind the curtain his words came,
And then Hamlet would cry out, even when lame,
Where our voice cannot reach
Poetry is the bridgework
We write what we cannot say out loud
And our voices are deafening
I’m not much of a poet
But then other times I think
Maybe I am if
Only in some ways
In a rush or a trickle
When I least expect them to
Words have a way of
Flying from my hands
Dear Miss Austen -
My good friend,
I keep with your advice.
Look around you,
See the story,
Write of society.
Dear Miss Dickinson -
My good friend,
I hold to your advice.
I am my father's son,
Or I was anyway before I started tenth grade.
The day I found out I just wanted run,
None of my friends could understand how heavy everything weighed.
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
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
Outlandish tasks
Scribbled passionately
One: To meet the infamous
Ms. Oprah Winfrey.
As a puppy waits for Owner to return,
Long ago when my mother asked me
"What do you like?"
I replied "words, stories, and all things alike,"
This shook the poor woman in certain disarray
For she did not expect me that to say
Have you ever felt alone?Like there's all these people around you at work or schoolSmiling and laughingWith their friendsAnd theirBest friends.
I smiled as they said I wouldn’t amount to anything,
Anything was possible and I knew it deep in my heart,
Heart and mind both unified in achieving my dreams,
Dreams I thought of during the day and the night.
Mike,I met you at a rave after months of feeling so alone in such a big placeYou made me feel prettyYou showed me off to your friends even though we had just metYou made me feel cared aboutWe became best friends and started spending every second t
I could feel my hands gliding through the silk of the sea
Perched on the edge of the sea I longed for the water's clam to rest against my skin
To be caressed by ideas and possibilities of life
It seemed as if all the words that were never there
came rushing into me like a breath of fresh air.
The stale state I had lived in day after day
Quiet desolation
Unborn innovation
Plateaued potential of the mind
As simple as a sentence
A dagger for the clever
For whom stars dull their fire to hide their wielder’s deepest desires. Let the absence of light bite not thine ambition, for only the reluctant wielder spills their own blood.
You’ve changed.That’s what they keep telling me.
You’ve… changed.
Of course,you’re right.I’m not thevulnerable,young girlI used to be.
When I've got a whirlpool in my mind
And it's spilling out of my eyes
On to creamy paper that tries
To soften the splatters of a
Melancholy mind
When the Sky,
Weeps its own tears
Tell me poetry
Why would I write for you?
I stare hard at the blank lines, demanding
You're a wielder of words, they whisper
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
some people strike oil when they dig deep
for me it was words
each time a drill bit hit
me, bored a hole
in my soul with unkind words,
unwant, I wrote,
to have some form of pain that
Experience, tragedy , and Drama make the best poetry add a few hyperboles and descriptive words expressing what happened and shit you're a poet drawing in audiences reeling them in to take this trip with you up and down emotions gi
See the look on her face,
Almost looks like desperation,
Maybe desire,
No way of knowing,
Never met her,
Staring at her though,
Wondering if she's afraid to love,
Afraid to even look,
Where were we in that past life?
This is no run of the mill fast life
Getting up around seven and getting back past nine
Enough to make the irrational type
Practical
I've never been much of a writer.
The only talent for it I had was writing a three page essay in two hours.
For the longest time, writing was an introduction, three body paragraphs, a conclusion.
Humidity is a bitch to me. It’s alive.
Sitting on cement, slapped fresh by Texas afternoon rain.
Microscopic droplets carry home, lingering oils resting on cheeks.
Clouds from above float through chambers of my lungs.
No New year's resolution for me No crying decree No promises, just average changes Less time arguing More time listening Less time sleeping More time working Not so many tears A few more cheers Not so many groans A few more milestones Less pa
Life at times can be very strange
and can make you feel like you don't belong.
There's no colors, only beige
but I know that you are strong.
I wanna make a difference
like no other has.
To learn or not to learn
To yearn or not to yearn
To see or not to see
What He could truly do for me
Stranded on a lone island
All there is, a never-ending silent
To think that I am all alone
I can imagine a life without water
I can imagine a life without food
But to imagine a life without my mother
its the worst thing I could do
I feel a hole in my heart
I feel my lungs without air
Holding you firm while opening a birthday gift
Only five years old, with
Plenty of high expectations for a firetruck. It’s
Everything that you could’ve imagined,
Precious child, you were put onto this world with ever lasting love.Like a dove,You
Haikus
Inside, there is war.
The heart and mind, They quarrel.
Like kindred beings.
Fell between the cracks.
Shortcomings, All too common.
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
Someone I can’t live without
Lives close to my heart, close to my mind, close to me.
She is my mother.
The woman who brought me into this world of ours.
I Found You
You were hiding in the inner most corners of my soul
Quiet and unnoticed you sat there saying not a word
You would never scream or call out for help
And the worst part is
I came into this world,
not knowing who I was.
I could here your cry of joy.
I was 5 and admired your smile.
I was 10 and you taught me how to cook.
I was 15 I was a rebel.
There is fear and there is comfort,
But sometimes comfort is intertwined with fear
Challenges
Succeeding is the comfort of warm lavender bubbles enveloping your curves
If I were to be stranded on a deserted island, the one thing I would take with me
would be my empathy that stems from love that I always carry with me. In all the time of solitude that
We're living in a world filled with injustice,
where we don't have to be doing anything and the cops think they can touch us,
another man down, now that really starts to touch us,
All I needIf I am aloneIs my other halfMy one and own
For with himI have everythingThat I will ever wantand that's all I need.
I need fear.
Fear drives me.
Comfort hinders success.
I have never worked hard than when fear was just behind my heels.
I don’t believe in being comfortable while working hard.
So many days.
Too many to count.
I've sat here alone, quiet, no sounds...
Silence and sadness were my only two friends.
Stealing and eating my life from within.
So many days.
Your Heart affects your Thoughts.
Your Thoughts lead to Choices.
They become Actions.
Actions lead to Consequences.
Consequences Determine Your Destiny.
A beautiful one,
One who shines brighter than the sun.
One who has experienced pain and smiled in the midst,
One who doesn't quit and stands to persist.
One who holds humility in his heart,
Christina Rossetti said it best when
She said, “There is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;” it’s true, I
Think, so sit down and relax, dear list’ner,
As I describe my kind and brave sister.
A light in the darkness
Flickers, dances, on the walls
The cave must relinquish its grasp
It eventually must surrender.
Petals of lights reach out
Dance away the pain,
Dance away the heartache.
As stress and worry melt away,
Happiness and joy fill the soul.
Losing myself on the dance floor,
I find who I truly am.
“My Awakening”
Waking up everyday
My life has not been the same;
I got that voice in the back of my head
My body rejects the writing because writing is like an I.V. in my veins. It clears the venom out of my body and dries up the river of words in my mind. I do not want to be a skeleton
I figured out why I feel I don't have real friends
So no matter who I'm with I feel lonely in the end
It's because I don't live with love in my heart
The distance between I and my true feelings keeps me apart
My mom is my rock
that I can't live without.
She's my number one fan
I have no doubt.
She is strong, loving, supportive and kind,
and never ceases to blow my mind.
She has taught me resilience
All I need is all me!
And if that surprises you, it surprises me!
Everytime I say it!
Every time I believe it!
And its only getting sweeter, when I hear other people say it.
There is a place inside my dreams, I see you standing there. Your beauty captivates me, the sun shining in your hair. Another day of fishing, the pole becomes your hand. All I can do is smile cause I am the one who understands.
Chocolate dew and melted rain.
Putting all these illusions into a frame.
Art that spoke to you.
painting and then stamping your name.
They call it science but it would not be fair game.
If you take a second and just look around..
left, right, up, and then down..
I want you to think to yourself what happens when your eyes close.
When two soft fingers connect, there is a certain kind of energy that flows between them.
With the first burst of pain from the initial static touch, the spark generated is daunting, but equally exhilarating.
If there was ever one thing
that I could never live without,
I'd know exactly the object,
without the slightest doubt.
Every day since I was born,
The lightning storm
The storm of frustration that comes and goes on my mind
Confusion, Isolation
This is something I long not to find
I loathe this part
Dark clouds do not creep up at night,
Instead graze our minds when the sun does shine
And the thoughts impale us with softened blades,
Though our smile rivals the daylight,
If pried and smeared away with time,
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours
Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower
Of what has become and what’s going to be
It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
I want to be able to live in a world,
or a place where I am not afraid to sing my favorite song at the top of my lungs.
I want to live in a world, where I can dance to the rhythm of drums crashing,
A book is just imagination
That lives on a page
Creating a reality
Where heroes rule the stage
I’ve met a boy with demigod powers
Dear Mama, the beauty of your soul is wonderment to my wondering self.
When I was tender, I fall from walks.
I stumbled in sickness and I cried,
but you came around and said; "my child, my child! Don't cry, don't cry!
Music speaks to me when you don't
Headphones soup bowls bigger than my heart's holes
Hip hop a blessing an escape from the problem I'm not addressing
shouting aggression yet soothing my depression
I fell in love with the way she discarded half of the world but cared for the other half
I fell in love with her cold hands and the shivers they sent through my body
I fell in love with her gentle laugh and her dark jokes
the needle comes down
and a crackle comes to life
shellac disc
inscribed with spiral grooves
I'm that brown eyed beauty
hailing from the ground in
which you threw me.
Singing all the blues of
nothing coming through me.
I'm that brown eyed beauty
sliding in between you
I will be immortal! because words never die.
I will not have to face being forgotten from my last goodbye
because each word I put between the lines.
I am a dreamer.
I have big aspirations
But I don't know where to start.
I'm working on this.
I love me
But I hate me.
I'm torn between who I am,
And who I know I can be.
I am...
Special,
Different,
Individualistic,
Unique.
I believe in myself and who I may become.
I am...
Resilient,
Strong,
Confident,
Determined.
Who am I?
I'm everything I ever wanted to be.
I'm the person I looked up to.
Or am I?
Some days I'm everything I wished and worked for...
Once a kid now turned man FOR MY FUTURE, I have big plans No one ever said that you can't dream And with hard work, dreams can be achieved I am a big dreamer, with big aspirations I have a lot to do if I WANT TO REACH GREATNESS I
Fuck.
... ... ...
Might as well start this
With my best foot forward.
Do you want the story?
Emotional exploring?
A lot has happened
In the last 20 years.
... ... ...
Relatively so.
ou Only Mentioned What “I Am”
By Kelsea Thompson
Dear….
Barcode
why should I be a copycat
I’m told not to be copycat
I am magnetic. I am not just Rachel. Putting my faith in a power greater than anyone. Having courage and being kind. Giving rather than receiving. I am magnetic. Writing songs about my life experiences.
Heard trumpets from afar this morning,
closed my eyes to embrace a memory
of warm winds and white sand.
The smell of salt water and Caribbean cuisine laid still in my mind,
for a brief second.
I lay here on my bed
And try to think and think
Just what exactly I should write
With this pen filled with ink.
The Strength of My Soul
By: Jomar A. Mendoza
Inside my soul,
There lies the source of life.
That very thing is a combination
Of the souls of my ancestors.
I was born into this world without direction or a clue.
Born into my mother and father's ocean, streaming blue.
They taught me how to swim up the current as I pulled through.
I am a growing tree
but I'll always be cut down.
They tore out all of my flowers,
and threw them on the ground.
Yet I'll continue growing,
I'm never going to stop.
Even if they all uproot me
I was a mummy
My bandages unraveled
My heart disintegrated
Into bits of dust and ash
Of which particulate the atmosphere
I have burnt in the fire of addiction in my family
No matter what I write
Behind the screen of doubts
A mental prison of night
Obscured by the formidable shouts
801-456-1234. That's the nuymber he'll get when he asks her out because nowadays it's safer to make up a phone number than to turn a man down.
Over the mountains
Across the seas
Through the tunnels
Under the trees
The wind blows here
All over the world
The voice is heard
The wind whispers
“Caution, Danger is near”
Clouds begin to creep
I can’t stop the seep.
The sludge and muck
Seizes me, I’m stuck.
My arms go first
Seized by shadow’s thirst.
Insatiable, unstoppable
Misery’s quite probable.
The covers for never leaving after a one night's stand
the bed that support me as I sleep
the house that has provided shelter from storm and insects
the computer purchased by my mother to help me keep up with the days
Sometimes we hold on to our failures and depressing past,
And allow those events to define our untrue, discontent character.
Beaten, battered, and treated like an outcast,
Left to battle the war as a lone challenger.
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
Don't worry about Tomorrow, just worry about Today.
Don't worry about Tomorrow, that's what they always say.
Yesterday I had my troubles, and tomorrow is my victories,
With her spine align and head held high,
I knew she was a strong woman of color,
like rare flower that blossoms from the soil of Eden,
Since May ninety-seven she's stood by my side,
As she smiled and kissed and hugged me tight,
And year following year she's been my guide;
Have you asked yourself"What's the meaning of Life?"Happiness, wealth, dealing with strife?
Look
Look at everything around you
Do you see it?
See it all
From the way the ocean kisses the sand,
To the way the moon follows the sun
Isn't it awesome?
Look
Looking out of my window adventure is what I seek.
Life is outside of this house that encloses me.
The birds soar and fly free.
Their passionate song inspires me.
I can taste my potential,
I can see it expanding all around me,
pulsing with life,
pulsing with light,
like the bioluminescent creatures that scan the ocean floor.
They glow,
I glow,
There may be moments that we may fail, but life is awesome.
There may be moments that life may seem stale, but life is always awesome.
Life is awesome not because we may have money, houses, or cars.
The quill slides over
and into the inkwell
the battle 'gainst evil begins
then promptly the clash
of the two sided sword
rings louder with the side that wins.
a story, a plotline
You own nothing.
You go to school...
to learn?
To understand what you will love to do for..
money
Go to work and plan your future around..
money now.
A tear
A tear
Cascades to the sunshine on the floor
At one point in time she illuminated me
My being
I realized the disguise
And choked on her rays
Sticky labels stuck to my skin
When the land is dark
And all is lost
I strain to see
The light following me
But it is there
And always will be
That light shines
So bright, you see
Is hope
I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be aroundsomewhereover therewhen I get back?
Me, myself anda piece of paperdecided to take onthe world.And so I wrote upon itsent it forthlet it fly freeout my window.I heard talk of it a year later
I refuse to accept
"I can't."
Those two words are the same as
"I won't." and "I quit."
There are no quitters.
There is only
"I can." and "I will."
"I quit." is a joke.
I could, but do not, break
I could bend under the pressure
I could give up and sit down, exhausted
Some days, I am ashen-
I drag my way around,
And I will not look you in the eye.
I have no energy to do the smallest things,
And I will slump into the wall when someone gets near.
I'm just any old person,
My idea will never be as good as the idea of that guy.
You don't seem to realize what you're doing,
When you reject your idea and stay in limbo by eating that pie.
Self demarcation
Is self deprivation
After all it takes a dream
To build up a nation
Hesitation and contemplation
It’s great to analyze
but why are you waiting
Writing hides deep in the mind locked in rooms waiting to be discovered, in someone else's life, tugging on your heart strings,
it hides within one's heart, mind and soul poured onto the paper
There are many things you can tell,
i don;t mind you snitching. You can tell
the fact that i've been hooked on drugs,
on that i could write a book. You can tell
i've been in love and all it took was
Your eyes brighten my heart, your smile takes my inner child and caresses me, soothes me, if my eyes rolled back and I melted into the very essence of your soul, I could not be happier to be inside such a wonderful image of beauty, happiness and
Possibility-Stella D’Vine
Consider the possibility of happiness.
To move forward.
To allow yourself to be wrapped in the warm blanket of positivity.
To not allow yourself to sink in defeat.
Cursed lips that say my name
That first kiss I'd hate to claim
Evil disguised as a beautiful girl
My heart was blinded from another world
To say my name you have to know it first
Behind the lights and cameras,
Behind the edits and makeup,
I am unique.
Hidden behind the photoshop
Is a girl who just wants to be heard.
Who wants to be noticed,
To be cared for,
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
She told me "you will not be much of anything,
People just look right through your frail bones
You will never make much of a difference because
You will end up very cold naked afraid alone
I feel I should claim a disclaimer
because I really don't know what I'm doing
I think I should make it clear
that I am not
really
very much
at all
a poet.
These are just words
Where does your alliance lie?Will you pledge alliegance or will you defy as I?The rebellion, hellion, deviant manical child,not willing to be spied on riding a spider wild,
I am a girl, that's how I was born.
I am an athlete, a girl ATHLETE that is me.
I work hard everyday training and studying starting in the morn.
People were scared
People we frightened
Breathing became hard for my loved ones
Six hours turned into eight
And eight turned into thirteen
Your determination and commitment is your life,
How far are you willing to go, willing to fight?
Commit to your husband or wife, stand by their side for life,
Commit to school and follow the rules,
I am
the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease
no life long numbing agent that could
soothe and heal it.
It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....
It's. No. Breeze.
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
Premature.
Fight on.
Mom died.
Fight, fight on.
Cancer consumes sister.
Fight on, Fight on.
Solace through my music.
Play on. Fight on. Play.
Sister emerges victorious.
I ask you to listen to me
You hear my words but you only hear, not listen
You have not done what I've asked
I ask you to care for me
You care about me but only to an extent
You have not done what I've asked
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Art, music, a bizarre half-baked guess
The most random thoughts I think –
The strangest “what ifs” jumbled in a mess.
They tend to come in a blink.
If the thought inspires me,
The inspiration escapes me today.
Between me fathoming my thoughts,
And what I could dream of,
And what I could think of,
The effort escapes me.
And I do not feel the purpose.
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
What's nice about me?
What do I see?
Hell, wouldn't I like to know.
The words beauty, flawless, and pretty
those aren't words that come to mind
I'm lazy. I'm 19 years old and I have been blessed with the ability to dance, sing, write, but I'm lazy. I noticed I only come alive when performing or at parties and it's starting to bother me.
GoPro cameras and Selfie Sticks, our ancestors would be horrified.
But it doesn’t matter because fabricated images, and fraudulent stories are glorified.
What’s wrong with putting your best self out there?
Stupid, Ugly, Scared,
That is all I saw
Looking at the sasquatch
Staring back from the wall.
Why am I not intelligent?
Why am I not beautiful?
I am like a notebook
with blank pages of uncertainty
and past mistakes never completely erased.
The spiraled edge will break with too much inside,
yet I can't add more space.
When people look at me, they don't see me.
There's a girl who's put together on the outside,
With makeup and hair done to a tee.
But deep beneath the surface,
I'm insecure, I'm broken,
Who am I without a filter?
For the past four yeasrs, I haven't had an answer to that question
I've spent so long trying to become littler
I've tried to disappear which is something I probably should mention
Being flawless isn't always easy.
To achieve true beauty, you must believe
that you can do whatever you set your mind to.
I never let myself see the downside of my dream.
You work hard, you smile at every
You make me want to live
You make me want to give
It's alright
If not only for tonight
You make me want to sing
Like no one is listening
You make me want to smile
I didn't grow up in a home,
I grew up in houses,
13 schools and a murder attempt and "Run as fast as you can, find the neighbor, and stay there till I call the police!"
My mom's ex-boyfriend,
So there's this girl right?
And she always earns good grades, so they put her down out of spite
She's been on the high honor roll for as long as she can remember
Drums of the Serengeti
Red dirt
Dark faces and bodies.
They call Americans copies.
Full of History
They always seem so pissed to me.
Diamonds are born.
Praying to my god
Testimony say im saved,
police got me under heat,
youngins screaming what you claim,
you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
I just want to be an inspration
To those with a dedication
To become better then what they were yesterday
only to realize that your most important days are the day you are born
and the day you find out why
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story
Of the young man with great determination.
The one who worked for years on a single goal
To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
Born in the Flame of the controversial state.
They try to burn my fate with bias hate.
Your upraised so high, and I am so low
I upraise you so high, each and every day
Each night I lower you down, like a show
We complete this task, even in the gray
Ayn Rand once said:
"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me"
Remember that.
Don't let somebody stop you.
They aren't you.
They left you a piece of coal
Take revenge by becoming a diamond
And no diamond can be made without pressure.
After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
I am like a man,
flawed and broken,
left on the hot sand
to fry and crisp like a token.
The shell created by social brutality
falls away to reveal the shining
soul climbing through harsh reality,
I have strong eyes and a weak heart
I'm going to break all your laws
I have an iron fist and deadly bite
I'm going to break all your laws
I have long legs and a short temper
We are advertised ideal appearances
Activate dejectment to our natural being
Exposed to others belief's and thoughts
It keeps us blind of what we are seeing
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
Passion is heart and gumption and drive,
Being enthralled with the idea that one day you'll thrive.
It's the late nights of coffee and failure and stress,
No matter who you are, no matter where you’re from, you were born to live. You were born to feel and taste and touch, to use every single one of your senses. You were born to make friends, and to lose them.
Different people wonder where I come from.
I don’t look different or nor do I try
But when I walk,
They see a confident-stride.
I say,
It’s in my happiness
The acceptance of people,
I want to be pregnant by the ambrosial breath of life,
and flit between the consuming fires of my insecurities unscathed.
To rejoice in the veracious appetite for pleasure and pain
Time is moving fast
I wish I can slow it down
But Some people I be messing with they never come around
It's like I'm the only one that's down
You can ask my town
A shadow in the crowd,
Tears rolling from eyes and cries so loud,
Unknown and unheard all his life,
Dying in pain with the memories of his wife.
When minds constrict
And inspirations lost,
The canvas blank
And hands seem idle,
Though thoughts seem gone
Do not secede the struggle.
I am flawless, though not everyone knows
I am flawless, doesn't it already show?
the media may try to convince otherwise
There I was
another day
spent counting miles
subtracting calories
calculating deficits.
Run, run to look good, run to look pretty, run so boys will like you.
I am alone,
and the journey’s long,
can’t figure out what’s right, what’s wrong.
Messed-up, cluttered
my thoughts,
they race across my mind.
The road is rough,
the path not tread,
How could they do this to us , knowing we were against it
Knowing the pain, the scars,the memories we now have to keep forever
Today, I woke up and I saw myself.
Not the person I usually see
Not the girl that has to be dressed up with hair freshly done to be beautiful.
I saw myself.
The mountains loom above the little town.
The sun sets and they cast their shadows down.
The climber, still suspended from the rocks,
Clips in, makes sure the carabiner locks,
The gift of God is still thereAlthough you're gone we still careYour freedom of speech was so strongI can still hear your voice eventhough you're gone
We like rose for its adore,
We like gem for its sheen,
Virtue of these draw us all,
Drag us all to love and link...
A lesson for us to live like them,
She doesn’t need to worry about the size of her body,The length of her hair,The color of her eyes.To know she’s perfect.
On this world of 7 billion
Me? I'm 1 in a trillion
Unlike some of you out there,
I voice my opinion and do not care
If you think I'm right or wrong
That's the secret to staying strong.
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
I like to think that I'm bold,
that I'm comfortable with who I am.
That I'm the same person on the inside
as the one that the world beholds.
That's not what I'm told
Chin up
Eyes open
This is you
You are here
You are real
The darkness has finally faded
No one can bring you down
No one can hurt you.
The glow and look in your eye.
A shock of excitement from your smile.
Spread of warmth from those delicate hands
Maybe even a stride in your walk
You stay up late with your coffee filled veins,As I scribble down your name.And baby, I dream with my eyes open,I can't ever be the same.
In my heart
Giving to others
is the only way.
Ending the pain,
loss,
darkness in this world.
A smile,
a kindness,
this is my vow.
For those who despair about their body,
For those who feel the inadequacy of an intelligent mind,
For those who hold close to what they love,
I'm always thinking and I'm dreaming
I'm always creating and my eyes are gleaming
With the thoughts of what can be and what will
My optimism is why I cannot keep still
and some people wonder where it comes from
Going to the early morning workouts,
Finshing with sore's grip on my muscles.
With my body begging to tap out,
I tell myself to keep up the hustle.
Consuming foods that grow from the Earth,
What do I look like in a room of others thinking, thinking out of this world?
No one even notices me, I past by and I get a glance if I'm lucky
I feel gold though,
To all wounds of the heart,
Time is the antidote.
Designed like a coat
Soothing the pain as it impart
It is nonpareil
It understands what you want
As time acts more than a confidant
Imagine this You're in a room with no doors, windows, or anyway of escape. The room is filling with smoke and its becoming harder and harder to see and breathe.
My sore feet walk over the cobblestone and all
I can see my dream ahead as I take one step at a time.
London's bridge came falling down.
While others drowned, over the edge I climbed.
I am a bird.My voice holds the powerto sing you to sleep—to lull you into a dreamlike state of mind.
her life isnt as perfect as it seems
its filled with false hopes
and fucked up dreams
and when she searched the world
she failed to find her
one
and only
piece of mind
I hear a knock-
Subtle at first, then louder.
A soft whispering:
"Come see the world!"
Should I open the door
Or hide in the dark?
My fate lies open
Like a country road.
What uplifts me?
Such a simple question
But difficult to answer
What does it mean?
"What inspires me?
There were lies
and pain
misguded thoughts
that floated down the empty alleyway
There was hate
and emptiness
then the sudden breaking of a heart
never to be mended
There was hope
Senior year is finally here,
Bittersweet yet fun,
With football games and homecoming,
It's only just begun.
My friends, they stick beside me,
as they have year after year,
"Poems should rhyme,
all of the time"
Isn't that just the cheesiest line?
Dr. Seuss, boy he was great,
and I don't think even I could debate
That a rhyme made his poems even more special
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
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.
And I'm still thinking why. . . Why did god chose me for this struggle on my journey
Who am I, why does my appearance gives the right to judge me.
They ask what keeps me propelling,
smiling
after obstacles and complications attack
They ask what keeps me singing,
dancing
Up, upward, I'm looking up, birds are chirping too, reminds me of things I want to do. Fly, flying high above away from cares I soar, my dreams my aspirations come tumbleing down like sheets of paper.
I love it.
The endless conversation
The pointless laughter
The sun shining
On my beet red cheeks,
I love it.
The tears of joy
The moments of pure bliss
The days I wasn’t able to sleep,
It seems so easy to say that you are happy
To smile and be filled with glee
But me, I wonder how we can make it last forever.
That is a mystery.
My mind it thinks the keys to life
There are too many things in this world that uplift me.
So many things that make me happy.
If I had to truly choose one.
I would think to myself it simply can't be done.
There is a fire which burns in all men, oft banked by worldly care
It needs but one breath to waken its heat, a wind of holy air
On pagan altar once it burned, its all-consuming heat
Through all the wind, and all the tremor,
I swear times do indeed get better.
Through all the failures, tears, and scars,
I swear you'll reach the golden stars.
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire.
Agile but, fragile
After every trial
I am in a room
alone
Full of friends here to help
me
As they move place to place, I
remain
succombed to any new help or
change
Because the small white ovals are already working to
Determination.
Self Will.
How they coincide.
Hand in hand like how I am when I am with you.
The force that your aura brings when it meets mine.
But from where does it stem?
if there ever is a day when im gone
when the wind sweeps me away with the pale dust and dingy acidic rain
if there ever comes a day when my mouth is sewn shut for good and
That feeling - it's almost indescribable.
T-minus 2 hours, I'm getting ready. The room is clouded with the smell of hairspray and makeup.
Walking down an ordinary street in my ordinary shoes,
With nothing much to do in this ordinary town
Filled with ladies and booze.
Dear God,
I don’t want to be bother,
But I was wondering if we could talk again,
You know, daughter to Father
You sure that man in the mirror is really me
Cause it aint the man I used to see
I've been pushin' that line for a long time
Deciding not to see, choosing to be blind
I am an artist.Some people would say that 'artist'is synonymous with 'creator'--I am not a creatOR,I create AND keep on creating.
Shes beautiful and strong . She gave us life and is wise when to take it. She loves you even if you attack her. She gives to us, even when we steal from her. She tries to warn us but we won't listen.
A cold breeze. A silent hum in the air. A breath slowly fills my lungs. Happiness fills my soul. Long hours in a quiet room. I finally escape the chaos that life has created. The leaves fall on the ground and I let it all go.
Survive the storm, thunder, and rain,
dig deep inside to locate the pain.
Follow its stem down to the roots,
unveil the confusion and discover the fruits.
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
Life employs a different meaning to each individual
Is this awakened state of being existence?
Or rather the opposite…
Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
Becoming the greatest
Is not rising above all others
Or achieving perfection.
It is constantly striving for excellence:
"Entrepreneurship"
7.8.14
3:30pm
It's good to eat with whom you starved
But, starvation yields corpses
And I don't really like graveyards
Black curly hair, and smiles with a pearly glare
I like that,
these words remind im more than just "black"
and that I have a voice i can speak back
Pretty, yet
Walking werewithal into a forest
Hearing the calls of birds and gurgling streams
Without a care in the world,
Or so it seems
Sun on my face as the trees rise before me
The whispers chirped all through the air,
The trotting deer, the hopping hare.
They moved with swiftness that was so divine,
But then nature settled into one dismal line.
Senior year is finally here!
Wow, time just flew right by.
I have decided that this year I am gonna branch out and talk to new people.
I still am loyal to my other friends of course!
You found me,
Hanging there,
The note that I left,
is in your hands,
And as you read,
You start to remember all the signs,
And you start to realize that,
I could have been saved,
To a poem, seldom wrote
The words are stuck
So often choke
And when the pen
Again find page
The hand is halt and still
To a poem, often quote
The words can run amuck
I met him in my dreamsI could hear him in my headI'm not sure what it all meansBut im holding on by a thread I write and think of you
I could say,
"Mama, Mama, Mama, come help me"
but you are so busy living out a Colorado fantasy
The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
If one walks with me through a garden of prose
Lonely am I still,
If my heart is gone than my words are vacant,
And my lines are cold and frail.
Not drink nor drug nor pain can drown
They see a pretty face
Divine beauty insurmountable to replace
I see her angel kiss freckles
Untainted worth no amount of empty shekels.
The strongest flower my naked eyes have seen
Introducing: the storm that brews in her mind...
It's force and undying winds become too much to bear
Left her drained, dry, just an empty shell
A foggy reflection, an expressionless stare
Music is the way I start off my day
Music compels me to achieve more
Music helps my day from becoming grey
Your words are like a knife a dagger a double edged sword cutting through
Each time the wound gets deeper and deeper
So bad you can't take it anymore and wanna give up, don't.
I dedicate this to you
To all those who have suffered endlessly hopeless
Fighting to live another day just like today too
Rock paper scissors, oops you're out
Get out, out of my life I don't need you.
It’s almost like a dream
With the earth beneath us
And the colors above
The greens and the blues form an ocean
Blending together to create waves
That seems to go on forever
I dream of flying
High in the sky
Spreading my wings
And starting to glide
I will be like a bird
Flapping my wings
Migrating to wherever I feel
I will be free
Life is gift from God
But you have to earn that gift
You can’t just expect things to happen
Or else they never will
Life is about persistence
Hard work and dedication pays off
They all want my autograph
but they don't know how I write it
The things I read behind closed doors
made me who I am-
but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses?
Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
Pushed, beaten, stung,
No one gave a damn.
Shaven off with love unstrung
and poison eats us, man.
Who's to say I didn't try
Yeah you best believe.
and Those nights I cried
I want to...fly past pain's sky
always taunting me, she teases me
She told me I'd never get away
The way I dread-locks pain inside me
She shacked up with her man, Misery
They play sad tunes on strings
To myself, I am a poet.
To others, I hav a gift.
I'd grow with my mind.
My ideas would shift.
From castles and princesses when I was young, to boyfriends and heartache that brutally stung; I was a writer.
Nothing was the same
& heart's the one to blame.
This tattoo that said "Dream Boo" on my heart,
Will only tear me apart.
Every little thing was perfect to begin.
Should I let through my depression ?
Calm as a summer's meadow.
Warm and full of light.
Bright as a yellow sun.
One by one the flowers remind me
of how beautiful you are.
Stars and rainbows don't compare.
Beauty everywhere.
What is color? , Can it be warm? , Can it be taste full, is it suppose to make you feel happy or maybe sad?.. Can you use it to decorate or bring life to something?......maybe use it for art?... what is color?.......................
What is color? , Can it be warm? , Can it be taste full, is it suppose to make you feel happy or maybe sad?.. Can you use it to decorate or bring life to something?......maybe use it for art?... what is color?.......................
I'm running out of things to numb the pain,
I have nothing anymore and it's driving me insane.
People say life is too short to be alone,
But nobody wants me, didn't you know?
Keep this one dear to your heart
Cause this ain't a car that you gotta pushstart
Now in the beginning God made man
No doubt in my my mind that God had a plan
A couple seconds later out came Eve
It's five a.m. I get all dressed up. I put my make-up and my heels on. I stare in the mirror and who I see, she's not really me. This girl in the mirror is beautiful and intelligent. She's vivacious and confident, all while being so strong.
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
I've loved.
I've loved and lost.
But it's better to love then lost, rather than not loving at all.
Better to fall, and call for help rather than not try.
This woman told me that she would rather date a blind guy than to date me
Then I asked what does that mean
And she told me
Because he would be blind which means he can't see and I would know that he loves me
Speaking up for that person who has no voice or afraid to voice there thoughts. Uplifting a down and troubled spirit facing hardships. Also bringing strength to a hopeless joe who is use to dragging their feet with the floor.
If walls could tell lies and alibis these stones would talk for days, Tales of innocence and prejudice of
You cannot simply
tell me to get over someone I love.
It's not something that can be stopped all at once.
That's like telling the earth to stop
revolving the sun
HOW DO I FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU
EVERY MOMENT A CONSTANT MEMORY
OF WHAT USE TO BE
LEFT ALONE WITH JUST MY SORROWS
ALWAYS PRAYING THAT YOU'LL COME BACK TOMORROW
JUST TELL ME WHY I NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
I feel the sparks of potential
Igniting in my veins
It lights a fire beneath my fingers
And the words come in waves
Would could
"Somewhere between free will and determinism I found myself stagnate, in a metaphysical gridlock not knowing what direction to step in.
So bright, the rising of the morning sun.
I wake and see the beauty through new eyes,
And glad to find another day begun.
I think of ways to live before it dies.
Remember all the world has yet to give:
I’m a waitress,
And I love my job—
It gives me satisfaction.
I love knowing that I am helping someone relax after a long, hard day.
I love being helpful and making people smile.
Look at me and tell me what you see.
A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.
I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
Ain't it funny how life is always filled with pain
Take amounts that the body really can't sustain
You're so depressed, you question your own state of mind
Night after night my dreams felt so bright because she made me shine with all my light.
The illushen of the world around me is falling appart,
and now i see how cruel this world can really be.
How it tests you and takes away all purity,
nothing is really as it seems.
I'm not a strong as i apear,
I have seen the other side,
More than eight thousand miles away.
I have seen the other side,
And it's like nothing you've ever met before.
The streets are lined with ramshackle stores,
Many shaped who I am.
Many more shaped those who shaped me.
I hope with my words many will be shaped by me.
A spark in darkness created a universe that we all know.
Hello, hello, is there anyone here.
Please hear my cries if there’s anyone there.
Oh dear God, what have I done?
You snatched the ladder from under my feet UNpurposely.
And didn't bother to stay and cover my exposed wounds.
I have a thought on my mind
and a hunger in my core,
I need to fill up my heart before it’s over.
I need to see the pressure rise
just as I escape demise--
I was never that girlI'll never be that girlI broke heartsnot the other way aroundI slid in and out of these poor boys lives like the devil in disguise
I've heard that some are bound
By causes, boldly stated,
They roar their motivations
To a world they think will listen.
I know people who think love
Is all that there can be,
Ode to the block of writers,
The jam of your mental station, the cackling of the static, disappointing in its absence
Nothing much comes to the surface, though you are feeling as much as always
Everyone has a different form of expression
everyone is their own piece of art.
walking, living, breathing art
But what perplexes me so is that they never get to see themselves
through someone else's eyes.
Grasp firmly unto who you are and never let go,
Life is filled with bumpy roads.
People will lift you up and slam you down.
Friends will pretend in the light and scheme on the low.
Imagine,
during the first few months of when you first understood what words, languange, and feelings were
you were called ugly.
Imagine how for the next years of your life you were reminded of how ugly you were.
A love for you is beyond compare
Those words I wished to share
Moments are memories
That keep a heart beating
Take a deep breath
I keep bleeding love
Love for miss Marie
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Your voice alerts me,
I finally found you, I can see.
Searching the noises thats in my ear,
Listen real close its you, I can hear.
I love those big brown eyes,
I'll never have to say my goodbyes.
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!"
Standing before you,
An endangered soul.
Mold with gold and once embodying the whole given.
And now
My Frail and lanky stature, stands before you
piercing every eye.
Time,
it marks us,
changes us,
shapes us,
moves us,
and it leaves us.
Memories,
a time we remember,
a time we once loved,
a time we once hated,
I am a weak, depressed, lost, little girl who is not capable of anything.
and I refuse to fly free and believe in the fact that
one day I will become of worth and somebody you will remember.
Wait for him?
More like, waste away for him.
Spend your days on him, just…
waiting for what?
The moment when his nonexistent conscious will speak up
And remind him…
this is to all the war childs,
born into villages painted with blood and fire,
in dire need of hope and salvation,
once a mighty people, now scared of laserations,
*click*
I woke up with the thought of you,
When it asked me when you'll return,
I smiled and said but were through,
It said well tell him to make a u-turn,
I told you he doesn't want anything to do with you,
A part of me has whithered into nothing
With time passing on by I've developed a different character.
Taking onto a new journey to another level
How could he just break my heart and not give me a reason.
Could it be the month? or maybe the season?
How could he make me feel like I’m trash?
The truth of the matter is I am a black girl that can still rise
Not phased by oppression or depression I am indeed alive
My ancestor was a poet, a writer, and a friend
That means nothing in my life is limited
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Ankle biting and cold air,
nothing to stop me,
but so many things to keep me away.
How does one make words
into sentences again?
The world has forgotten,
What your problem ? Whats the reason you dislike me ?
Oh, I get it , you wanna be just like me.
Is it my style, my clothes , the way that i dress?
The pizazz , the Swag , the way i look to fresh?
No ?
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:
I am a work of art,
I am a masterpiece,
My curves are my definition,
that is what defines me.
The shape of my nose,
Every time I find myself searching for inspiration or feeling like my ideas are not suffice I look around me, I look at all the things that have been invented throughout the years and begin
As I drift off to sleep,
my mind enters into a door of dreams,
a door filled with adventures for me.
Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight
Seeing the world from up so high.
I'm the man in the sky
I watch you with my hazy eyes
Take my hand I'll set you free
Step into my reality
Here there ain't a ceilin' with walls
Cognitively
Not where I should be
Feelin' crazy
Not lookin' like me
Mental pictures
Leavin' me unsure
Disturbing thoughts
Have gotten me caught
A free me breathes in the air
As I spread my wings
As I sing and as I scream
For joy
No less
I put my wings
To the test
And fly. And soar.
And go through
The open door
Tumblr asked me where my Eden is,
Referring to Eden as a place or state of great happiness,
And all my thoughts immediately went to you.
You,
with your perfect, almost nappy hair,
Coming in brisk shadows
Living in the dark corners of my mind
Bringing light into my world
As you take me away
Pushing the sails with your gentle hands
While thrusting the tides with your warm air
When it comes to inspiration I'm moved by the things that can move my inner being. Like music inspires me and well dancing inspires me too.
I'm also a bit of a nerd so I'm inspired with everything nerds do.
"I've Learned" by Nicholas Jones.In my 18 years of life,I've yearned for happiness,And I've yearned for strife,I've learned of death,And I've learned of life,
In the overshadowing darkness
where despair takes life
and hope is nothing but a word.
Where faith has no meaning
and trust has fallen to sorrow.
In the consuming darkness
I thought it took a lot to be a writer.
Extensive literary courses to use exactly the right word
Scattered feathers and wings
Litter the ground in small piles of forlorn flight
Discarded plumage thrown down
Melting into the grass
Shifting into mud
Becoming one with the ground it once defied
The sick, twisted thoughts of a sweet, innocent girl...
Yeah, that's me, thinking of how depression is eating my soul,
Biting on my personality and gnawing on my broken heart,
Listening to every depressing song on the radio
Praying for stregth to recover from you being gone
My memory is so clear
Life is supposed to be longer
In an instant I watched you disapear
Through sufferance let your body yearn for commitment to abolish any obstacles that may have bolted your doors to succ
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write.
I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light.
Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers.
It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
Mom and dad
I like boys
and sometimes I like girls
Mom and dad
I don't believe in a god
I believe in many gods
Mom and dad
I want to go to college
I want to get away from here
I find that as a writer
I'm not very good
At using colorful language
Or creating vivid imagery
In a person's mind
With only words.
I'm really good at black and white
Cut and dry and to the point
Backseat dreaming,
Hands curled lazily into my lap,
Sunglasses resting on my nose,
Headphones on at half blast,
as PR News blares so loud I’m sure the car next to us can hear it.
There’s no foot room.
I wont stop trying to walk on water,
Even if i cannot swim.
Not because of fear i won't
Lose all my dreams and hopes
"I've learned that people will forget what you've said, people will forget what you've did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." Wise words from a wiser woman, the activist in her inspired a poet.
He was gone before I could meet him
Still, I knew him
The pictures hung on the wall
Lonely.
The scenic views he saw
His passion apparent in every stroke
Charcol smeared and painted
Like a puppet with ripped strings I hang limp from a tree that is rooted in bad seeds. I have no direction and no recollection of anything but the present. Everything else is blocked out and I always want to shout.
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
Waiting for a gentle push
In a direction I do not know
Surrounding everything
But nothing
I dont ask that you walk in my shoes,
or feel my pain,
or overcome these issues.
My fight is my own. Im built to survive.
I live to succeed, and I write to thrive.
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
like the flower, so blooms inspiration.
roses only grow from fertile clay...
thoughts, from a fecund imagination.
insights spring from fruitful contemplation
while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
Let me describe them to you
They are sticky sweet like mango juice
And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple
They drip sugary goodness all over my lips and fingers
Like when you bite into a summertime watermelon
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
With your mind be let you dreams be inspired.
Just know that perseverance is required.
Cause one spark can start a forest fire.
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
You do not have to shimmer to be gold
Look at Frida Kahlo, in all of her glory
People look at her, unibrow and all
And she is well known and liked
She didn't pluck, wax, or tweeze
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
I have a fear
A fear of falling
Heart is calling
Wanting you
Body is trembling
Hands are shaking
Eyes are longing
Mouth is wispering no
Dying inside
Of you not knowing You
Chicago
a city full
Of industrial mountains
and people with
Hope.
Wind, storms, and Fires
touch the city.
But the Passion, Support, and
Hope
Never Dies.
Is it mine to keep? I wonder and weep. Should I change my ways? I do not wish to disobey. Shackled is my heart in this decision, For the future is a blurry vision. The path I seek, is it labeled for me, Does good conquer all deeds?
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
I am more than just/ a face in the crowd/ I have a voice / and I want to be heard / Beyond the reaches of Northern New Jersey / the world in which I live / I want all to know / that I am not just an average Joe / I am Joseph Conciatori / a poet,
When I look at myself in the mirror
and think that I could destroy the world
and graffiti the sky
all in a single day
I leave my makeup drawer untouched
and wear bright red converse
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
I was born without the invitation of saying hello,
yet you might say I was blind from rejection.
I guess it was too hard to live a life of deception.
Drowned by outgrown adulthood,
haikus wither to dull-inked veins that curl and
snap
under pressure of another member laid to rest.
Like bones, syllables line the ground,
curling
bending as
I am forever trapped in the storm of iniquity
Lightning flashes
Tunder ulvulates
Wind wraps around my body like a whip
Rain splashes agaist my face
My heart pulsate with every lasting second
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Ill are your rhymes?
I don't have the time
To listen to this nonsense.
Got any cents?
Cause I need to make some change.
Perhaps my brain, rearrange
It doesn't make sense,
how someone so young,
Would hate themselves so much
And feel so unloved.
We pay respect to the dead,
But why not to the living?
Why do we only care,
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Everyday I a clumsily wake up and see, what a great and wonderful world exists around me.
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
Inspire yourself to create inspiration
It’s not as easy as it sounds
Through strife and pain
Greatness is found
In oneself and in one’s eyes
We survive and we move on
We choose what’s important
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
“English Major”
Just a mouthful of syllables
Only a small bite that their teeth grind to dust
Which they pour down my throat with a disapproving smirk
To them, it gushes with the bitter taste of a prison sentence
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
As I lie here on my bed, I can't help but think of all the lies I've been fed.
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
MOM patient with the biggest heart <3
a care for others even after all they done wrong
gossip with intentions to cure any situation
i honor your beauty,ease you have with words are a sensation
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
Movies and films are much more than just fun.
films that reveal victims that are more than done.
i want to be a director that shares their dismay,
I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
I am from the midnight sunset
dreamt on by angels
From a cut in half oak tree
residing on a corner
I am from the machine made earthquake
that rocks the beds
and frightens the children
I am young and fierce; I am tall and strong;
To some I am feared, and they say I don't belong;
Yet I have a place on earth, and I have a voice;
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
When you see my half smile and bright eyes from a flattering upward , slightly to the left, angle...what you cannot see is more important. The pain my heart and hurt in my veins do not flush to my cheeks or surface on my skin.
it keeps us alive
our eyes
glow,
our hearts
beat.
No matter the distance,
as long as it is not within us.
embrace the mystical mystery
that plays like a musical.
I was going to kill myself on April 12th
April 12th
I don’t know what it was about that date that stood out for me
Maybe it was the odd symmetry of it…4/12/14
I can admit that I'm not the same person as I was when I was young
I feel my experiences have raised me
Shaped me, into the person I have become
Through all the talent shows
The streets are empty.
Life turns shallow this time of night.
The stop lights continue to change,
but there is no one around.
The beauty of it remains,
but the sadness takes shape.
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth,
And the chime from afar is calming.
The crickets are crying,
Serenading the sky,
As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
What is society
To you and me?
No,
What is society?
You and me.
Socius, societas, society.
Comrade, friend, ally.
How far we have come.
I love the media.
It’s interesting
and fun
and keeps us all connected,
on one page.
But don’t get me wrong…
I don’t enjoy the propaganda,
the mendacious ads and suffocating numbers,
Flowing among the thousand words.
I feel my mind begin to swirl,
The tiny thoughts inside my head
Begin to form into a thread.
A thread that continues to swirl and twirl,
Forty poems later but for you this is number one, read this and I’ll show you more to come.
Dear lord give me the confidence, this girl’s got me in the power trip.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
Broken people,Lost and delirious.Where to go from here?Their empty, colorless eyes look at me,Begging for relief.For sympathy.I am continually saddened by their state,
I dream of having a voice
traveling the world to see the ways of people in other countries live
to write about what I come across and the observations I have made
I think about you every now and then
You're not my friend
No you're too akward, even to pretend
I guess it's whatever
So shy and sweet, until she crys and you're not there to sweep her off her feet.
I have a house I call my own,
within a white cerebral sky.
It’s lively and it flows,
but someday it’ll die.
Splattered with pink, red, and white,
Someday we shall meet and everything will fall in place,
without the any notice and your arrival and be unexpected,
when I have fallen you will be there to help me back up,
What is life?
Living in a country where freedom is the key
Yet, being told what to do till you die
Being expected to be perfect
Being expected to become rich
Yet, you get critizied by the color of you skin
I am the first in my family to go to college
I just wish I can get more acknowledge
I consider myself smart
But I can be very critical on myself for the most part
I am an independant women who has many goals
We all have those days.
Those days we feel like nothing.
We just want to sleep forever.
Maybe you haven’t felt that yet.
I have.
You just stare at the wall.
You think about everything.
Here I am,
More dead than alive,
But there you are taking a stand,
Here I am,
More asleep than awake,
But there you are taking a stand,
Here I am,
Ready to be with you,
The Sun, high and mighty in the sky.We see it everyday yet people don't note it's complete power over us.While most see it as an object in the sky, I gaze upon it as a harbinger of hope.
I am someone who never gives up,
fighting for what I believe in,
fighting through dangers I face:
The layered glory and weakness,
The wounded and the broken,
Finally receive good news.
Some of the lost have been found.
Some of the dying have been saved.
Some of the bad have been beaten.
I just want someone who will be simply content by my side. Someone smart and funny. Who will be happy having me, flaws and all.
Black darkness.
1:34 a.m.
Thinking of you: Good morning.
I miss you.
But then
I remembger you have embarked on a journey
that I am no longer part of.
But still -
Good morning.
You live to be loved,
but what is there to love
when so many are
wanting to survive
and do not have
the heart to stop
and think - if they were
to love, it'd be okay,
It'd be okay.
I remember how much it hurt,
I recall the betral,
I can still feel the pain.
The hurt of your smiles, smiling
as if everything's the same.
I saw it coming,
I just never got around
They come and go,
as they always do.
Some linger
longer than others.
And yet others
still are
oblivious.
But who can blame
human nature?
Stay detached.
As I try to grasp upon this
abstract feeling within me,
"butterflies" as they call it,
bewildered by the tension
pressuring my cells running through me,
pumping wildly and surging
through my veins,
Lost of air...
that's the feeling.
Loss of heart, and
the loss of care.
It's the loss of the part
you used to hold,
the loss of the feelings
you thought you had shared,
It was 'mutual'.
You fill my veins
with poison, you
drive my mind insane,
It's you who leave me
unwanted, my soul
so filled with pain.
I try to walk away, forget you,
I try to never look backm
I didn't mean to fall in love,
like how you didn't mean to
say goodbye,
Like how you didn't mean to find another,
another perhaps better than I.
I didn't mean to fall in love,
love
love is a distinguished feeling
a true feeling it can be imagined
but better when experienced
love is pure love is kind
love is found in the deepest barriers
love is unexpected love is bright
There are seven billion people on this planet that I have yet to meet,
and one hundred ninety-five countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Living out of bags
Going from friends to friends
When Life gets this bad
When It ends, It ends
You put the buzzed to the side
Cause you know they've lost your mind
And the world says you lost
I am the secret adventures through the woods.I am the distant sounds of singing.I am the late night games of tag with childhood friends.I am the voices intertwining to become one song.
What is Love?
Is it fair?
When one loves someone,
yet the other doesn't care.
Is love a war?
Is love a fight?
Is love worth all those sleepless nights?
Can't you see words hurt?
Does it make you feel better?
When you say hateful things,
Or put others down for your comfort.
Others have feelings too,
times where we want to be done.
You know the feeling...
The one where you swear you could fly when you're around that one person
yes that one of course....love
it is painful yet we seem to go through that pain again and again
why?
Sometimes, I feel I am zero.
That I am nothing.
Worthless, empty, an entity with no value.
the date looks like tally marks
and that would make sense
to a man like you
logic reads every word for you
and your biggest fan
is a mathematician
you smile at me
Your arms wrap around my waist.
Mine hold your neck.
You pull me tight,
And lift me off my feet.
The smile that lights my face is permanent,
It won't go away.
The seconds feel like minutes
If you had a nickel
for everytime
I cared,
you would be rich.
Richer than a millionaire.
So let me be that man
who hands you the coin
everytime I entertain you
or annoy.
When I was five I was asked Roberto, what do you want to be?
What do you see your self being when you're older?
You never know what the future will bring you
nor do you know who
will be there when you wake,
life is a game of risks and chances
the real question is
how do we handle the grasp of it
I don't wanna go no where
I just want to stay right here
feel the love is this room
and only feel it with you
se your smile so bright
and the glow in your eyes
I see my forever
If I were to change something big or small
Would it be my height?
Sometimes I were I were small
But this would only please myself temporarily
No, have confidence. I AM TALL
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
There once was a bird who wanted to fly.
She wanted so badly to sore the sky.
But she had a few bent feathers.
They said theyw ill stay that way forever.
Sometimes all she wanted to do was cry.
I find it impossible
To tell the world you love somebody
Until you truly know
The color of their eyes
And I don't mean
The generic
Birth certificate answer
Her eyes are not blue
My pen gliding against the paper
Drawing out my words
A voice thats unknown,
A desire to be heard
Music, art, writing,
A mind full of words,
A voice of meaning,
And the hatred of lying
A religion based on the belief that god exists in writing, pouring your life onto paper to recieve enlightenment to a place so inviting.
What is a stereotype?
The god fearing religious girl
Who has an addiction to a razor and suicidal thoughts?
The blond blue eyed cheerleader who has an eating disorder
And a dad that beats her?
Why hesitate? Is it getting late? Are you scrutinizing the clock to wait for the time in which it will shut the gate?
Why so quick? Do not fall for life’s stupid trick!
To forget...To love...To heal
Love cannot be earned nor learn
I am thankful that you never left
But it's time for you to go
Smile just like the way you used to smile with me
When your used to speeding through life,
As I have done in such a short time,
Running every stop sign,
Shifting up through red lights,
Ignoring every sign of caution,
Total disregard for the consequences,
A three year old said "i love my mommy"A six year old said "i love my toys"But, what is love?A 1en year old said "i love my friends"A fifteen year old said "i love him"
Dreams come true
If I’m willing to reach them
My future will be blue
If I do nothing to complete them
Everything can change
By doing things that I enjoy
By looking at what I can do
It's just one jobnothing more nothig lessIt's just one jobIm going to get itIm better than him, way more qulified than her, no chance on them.but it's just one jobThat's not what having me was for
life is like a canvas
u add paint
chage the color
make the design
but with this canvass you are never sure
on how the canvas would look
or how people will percieve it
I would kill for a pill that would make me feel,
So happy inside,
Fill me with pride and confidence,
If someone offered it to me,
I'd happily agree to take it with me,
I lay still
Still I lay
While they look down at me
I am dressed in satin.
With my hair just so
And a rose within my grasp
Their eyes do cry
They cry from their eyes
My dream is my job
Where I get to travel and creat and invent
Oh, no, no ,no, child
They say
No, you must get a job that makes money
Singers make money
And they do what I love
Those long nights
You believed would never end,
Filled with tears and fright
That push you from the mend,
Will one day join together
By the hand of God on high,
And become a feather,
Down and I mean really down,under the facad of reality,under the illusions of life.Under what man percieves to be right and wrong.
One, Two, Three, Four,
are you eager for it's shore?
The pale face rises into night,
soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine.
we stand watch on the woods of our sailors
A sad girl
Who's been heartbroken
and left to soak in
her own tears.
Left to drown without any support
in her own fears.
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
It’s the name of the game
the power of change
It’s the posers and the lame
those who stay the same
When you look in the mirror and you see nothin’ but the lies
fed to us since childhood,
We come to You with all the right intentions,
But the moment we set off they burn to pieces.
And it's only now that I realize,
Just how far I've fallen from You.
In Your spotlight, I become convicted,
A whisper here a hush there
I feel the wind run through my hair
It tells me tales of our wondrous land
Of the lost good of the kind man
He helped the poor and strengthened the weak
I go to succeed, to get my degree,
then life slams the door.
With death, with hardships.
So young.
Then I pick back up and get knocked back down.
By who?
Obstacles.
But I stood up to inspire.
My dream job, to help people, to put my life on the line for others, to protect the people from dangers of crime
i look back and see the pain you brought me i must forgive you in order to move on. just another chapter in my life that beginning with a brighter start. we learn to forget only if we forgive.
I'm a pacifist.
But I have been
in my share of battles.
The enemy? Myself.
Merciless self-destruction,
and a murderous mind
Sending bombs of hate,
and landlines of lies.
With just a little change, our society could thrive
if we used our full potential, possibilites reach the sky
the potential we all have, but seem to throw away
could be the difference in, living a different way
Her name is not what matters.
Our first encounter was on my 12th birthday.
Her magnificent tune chimed throughout the house as she uttered her first words--
Sweet chirps blended with trickling waterfalls
See I have this thing I do;
I write.
Most people say I can’t do it forever but I don’t see why not,
See it lifts me up so high above the clouds it changes your life,
These big and strong trees
Have a great tunnel like view
with their evergreen leaves
Books
Are made of up sweet-smelling ink and paper
That are so saturated with potential
They are weapons
My hands ache to weave a tapestry with silk threads of words
I sometimes pride myself in the way I speak
The way I walk
With strength and perseverance,
Determination.
People tell me,
“You're a fighter,’
Strong
Amazing
Becoming a nurse. Being the helping hand. Reaching out. Going beyond. Stepping out. Leaving the country. Helping others. Make the change. Be the change. Be the helping hand.
The death of so many hurts
worse than how many are infected.
Why do you pollute?
Can't you see what you're killing?
Through my bloodstream and I become infected.
I lay in the sun with lemonade,
run till' im soaked inthe rain,
dance with no rhythm,
and I eat what pleases my taste buds.
My friends said: "How does she do it?"
I replied: "you'll never know untill"...
dewdrops of God's tears,
don't you feel sad?
wash away the mask on your face,
and release the truth within.
I said: I don't wan't to cry for my sins.
can't you see her eyes?
like a caramello down on gumdrop lane,
I succumb to your sweet treats.
Hair as icing on a birthday cake,
guess I'm lucky.
Body as full as a lucious apple,
Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders,
swiftly as trees and as good as bees,
you and me should be a team.
Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots.
Whether it's the arch of my back,
Ever thought of me tot?
maybe if I bicker and tinker and be a stinker
you'll tot on my thought you spotted pot.
Dare ya to try and out smart my thought!
Used like a toy for laughs,
abused till' the brain stews,
left as an abandoned child.
Why do this to me dear?
He lifts me up even when I deserve to have fallen
I constantly seek this faith and he guides me to my calling
He is an awesome God with plans for my better
He is my shelter in stormy weather
The nights were long
and lacked of rest,
my head: aching,
my body: tense.
The cold air
and cold stone
made my firing hope
dim and flicker,
and I needed a kindle.
As always,
The lights go up, the mics are readySet up the camera, nice and steady“Quiet on set!” Ready for the showAll prepared, waiting for my go.
I have become a nobody,I am on a road to nothingness.This road is made of pills and blades,
In a room full of people,I look around me.These people are silent,& They cannot see.Their mouths are sown shut,to keep them for talking.About the secrets they hear,
You are my role model, my brother, my friend
You have always been here for me
I have always admired you
And as you grow older I grow older too
Day by day i've watched you change
Art relates to me.
Art is the creative skill and imagination presented to the world.
Every stroke of paint an artist adds on a canvas,
every stitch a designer puts in a piece of clothing
At First is was all smiles and Hi's
Shy looks away
Trying not to get caught looking anyway
Confusion, fear of rejection
I’ve never felt like this before, though
So how do I know how I feel?
The noose had been tightening around my neck
Or more specifically, my waist
As my skin began to seemingly
Melt from my bones
I found myself trapped in a terrible cycle
I am bumped and shoved,
Yet somehow that doesn’t affect me.
I love New York.
It’s where I belong.
Getting caught in the hustle and bustle that the city life has to offer,
That’s what I want.
Creative expression is all I see,
but how can it be, for the world to see?
To see the world that I do see, I create my world for thee.
Poly by poly my world takes shape,
My stories, my dreams, my fantasies create.
My dream is help athletes.
Heal their injuries and ease the pain.
Give them tips on how to gain their strength back.
Filling a bag with freezing, cold ice.
Heating up a pad for a sore back.
My career will not become my cause
Rather my change will be my life’s law
To choose a job that will always galore
Only can be received through the divine
This job is to pore out his love’s open door
The power to create,
To enable,
To relate,
To deliver a message,
To celebrate,
To create a world,
To give image to thought,
To give reason to rhyme,
From the collective pot,
Trap in the black, warp in the dark.
A world bathed in gray and black, its tearing me apart.
My mind is concealed afraid to reveal.
Inside me all, my difference is what I seal.
Life is unfair
The adults all preach it
But it takes so long for you to believe it
You ride the waves
Until the board breaks
When I first saw you
In that room of yours
You were just a person,
Nothing but a ship passing in the night
But to me you were something else
Only for a while.
Soon I let your ship pass,
To have goals is to believe you can do it.
Reaching for the unimaginable is tough, especially since it is never imagined.
What's UNDER the ARMOUR?
What's inside the shell?
What stirs up the STORM?
What causes the swell?
When times get tough,
Do I run and then hide?
Or do I stand up and fight,
Revised.
Oh how I'm looking forward to the future
But what if I FAIL?
I don't want to be a Loser
But only time will tell
What if I get a job and I don't like it?
I guess I won't know until I try it
Arise, arise Caesar said,
as he addressed his troubled nation.
You all agree that mighty Rome,
is in need of a new foundation.
For nor you or I can dignify,
the recent struggling peace,
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Why do this thing where we live life,
when one day we will not wake up?
Why get out of bed every morning
to drag our feet on the ground?
What impact can I have,
little me to this big world.
Why try?
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/
Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/
One brings fame while the other brings respect/
I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
All day
Flowing, flying
Through the shadows
Of my
Very
Being.
Thinking.
Wanting
To escape
And find a
Temporary home
To stay in.
Flying, flowing.
youth pastor
thats what i wana be
the kids are the future
and i want to show
that Jesus loves them
that all they got to know
follow the book
he gave us to read
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
Promised since a young age.Looked forward tobut taken away suddenly.Taken so suddenly that it leaves aSPACE.A deep, empty space that burns
My job is change your life.
It is to make sure
you're still trying
and in the game.
Don't give up because someone says so
or more so if the voice inside your head is telling you No.
Seek out the meadows
Upon this day
Into the night
Come out upon my sight
As silent as a ghost
One O to another
Having blessed vigor
And stunning figure
You stand out
Just right about
Just a Friendly Tiding
Far I am from you
My Brother of blood
Years have passed many days
Since we last spoke unto one another
Rebecca Shane
Riveting steel talons
Slung over your shoulders
Blood red blotches
Stain your soles
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy".
However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
To be the one to make it all ok,
to be the one who can wipe those tears away.
My dream has always been the same,
Reading develops the mind.
It controls you and changes you.
Reading a book is an adventure, that all should take a ride on.
Reading an inspirational piece is something that makes you grow.
Any job would change my life
Since I am way too young to be a wife
I dream to work for international law
I would fight for what is right with every tooth and claw.
I would at least need a doctoral degree
When we are little we dream
The sea
the sky
the stars
are all limitless
We are little we dream with no boundaries
Those dreams may lead to where we end
Or they may let us simply begin
If not today, then someday. I want to be the modern day Shakespeare. I wanna wake up with my heart pounding because my job gives me a rush of adrenalin, for I know my job would leave a long lasting cultural impact.
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.
Lights
camera
action.
We are the people who bring dreams to life.
With a deft slight hand
we create a brand
of image that only
we can imagine.
If we can dream it
we can make it
My feet take me wherever I go, my feet take me far.
I have Deep Deep pains, large bruises, and scars.
So wherever I go, I know my feet will take me,
Job of dreams, smiles and glee.
An addict,
Thats been the lable i've worn like a badge for four years.
I can not sit here and tell you that I am remorseful of the struggles of my past ,
they've made me the person I am today.
I grew up with nothing
no money, no family, no friends, no future.
It was for those things that I believed I'd be drunk on my couch every night,
rather than going somewhere.
How do you see a voice?
Is it sharp and smooth?
Is it distiguished and elegant?
Is it happy and full of hope perhaps?
Does it have brown skin? Peach skin? Skin covered in freckles?
It's a man's world,
They say with a cocked eyebrow and a daring smirk of superiority.
I've heard that one before. Faced that fight.
It's nothing I'm afraid of.
A job equals money
Ain't it funny?
But there goes your time
An asset most prime.
Don't want to sit behind a desktop
When my body wants to shoo-bop
A job like the Grease greasers
A world now not a world then
Forever changing only time may mend
A days work never unrewarded
True lives and words unspoken
Ties between those prepared to be broken
At that I take my leave as a token
Strands of DNA, unraveling before my eyesthe mysteries of life, a miracle unplannedtiny particles unmarred by societysparkling stars scattered within the minutethriving gems to make a heart beat
The eyes glare at me
I stare back
All hope receeding
Just stuck there.
Not one to give up
I go on
Paintbrush touches lips
I push it.
Revealing the truth
They say that if you do what you love
you will never work a day in your life. But
what if you love to things , can a person
combine both passions. I have deep roots and
They say that if you do what you love
you will never work a day in your life. But
heat if you love to things , can a person
combine both passions. I have deep roots and
the bookworm knows where to find her favorite book amass the novels wedged between
Cold stares, crying children
Dirty looks and those of pity
Sadness, fear, and depression
They all tie together in this city
But everything could change
Starting with just a smile
i wonder when it happened to me
the sweet Innocent girl is no longer me
piled high with insecurity
why couldnt i see
what a monster i've become
with no identity
did it change gradually
Ive always had such a passion for little kids
seeing them running around and laughing.
The joy of them has always put a smile on my face
their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
If I could change something, it'd be my generation.
I'd give them some common sense and even more motivation.
I'd bless them with the initiative it to took to build this land
This one’s for every cheesy moment.
For every “no one understands.”
For every cheeky little child with a wish that could fill an ocean.
For every sap story that has already been done before.
The sky's painted a contrasting shade of blues and purples
Even red sneaks in for sunrises and sunsets
Yellow brightens
Green isn't included
Should it be?
People are contrasting shades
My mind belongs to movies. Being behind the camera is where I want to be for all blockbuster movies. Dreaming of filming in Hollywood.
Judgment,
The agowilt that consumes a weak cognizance.
Layers of musky mourning mount upon the unsuspecting,
Papery skeletons of age-old trees
moldering in bindings wrinkled well,
Words are the ammunition for the wars we encounter in our lives.
But what happens when someone has no voice, no way of standing up for themself?
Dreams,
big or
small let it
wander beyond
expectations and
conquer upcoming fears.
My dreams, please grant me with one
simple wish: make me a teacher,
Why doesn't depression have a face?
Like the boy sitting alone
Or the girl who cries herself to sleep?
To know that someone who used to love you with all their heart and all their being and now they don't.
To know that you were once pretty much their whole world and to know now you're not.
one job to get where I want to be
have no worries, I can be free
one job will get you out of debt
noone will make any threat
one job to see someones face brighten
One job can change your entire life. We all have a "dream job", or maybe just something we want to do without geting paid.
You have heard it said so many times
Each time I hear it my determination climbs
Chase your dreams don't let them get away
For if you do in the end you will pay
So go out in the world and make a name for yourself
Lets write poetryAllow my words to penetrate your linesSoftly whisper the scratches of pen on paperuntil I have fully covered you in inkAllow me to be your guide
All life does is spin and spin.
The constant motion, the endless attempts-
To be Noticed,
To be Felt,
To be Alive and Free.
Beyond the world I create for myself, is another.
A multitude of verses that all do sing their own song's.
Hoping, praying, that others would listen to their verses.
I met you once on the side of the road
you were walking in no particular direction
You said your name was wanderer
and you were searching for an end
At night you slept looking at your compass
It is the championship game
and more than what the stadium could contain came
with glorifying support
oh how baseball is a lovely sport;
The harmonious chords rang
as the National Anthem was sang
There we stood face to face
neither one daring to flinch
The mirror howling
screaming in agony
its cries growing more and more and even more intense
The delicacy of smoke unravels into rivers of gentle flows.
Oh! How the appearance resembles that of a shooting star in broad daylight;
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?
Picking at her bloody wounds
There she hides inside her room
Reliving that awful night
Shes sinking, drowning, drenched in frieght
tears stain her mournful eyes
wishing what she heard were lies
Kindness is helping make plans, pushing to chase dreams
It's helping to throw a pebble in a racing stream.
The pebble doesn't stop the stream, but when it's joined by two or three
it makes a difference can't you see.
Below Apache Point
Take a peek across the dry open ocean,
A powerful and inspiring landscape.
Reach out and Feel, Simple Harmonic Motion,
as it beautifully embellishes the firey escape.
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern
What made me want to go to college? I do not think anyone would believe me if I told them. Would you believe me if I told you I have a negative inspiration as well as positive inspirations? Crazy huh?
Imagine I had the power to change anything in the world
Not the stereotypical status quo kind of change like world peace
But...
Sit down. Look around.
A rough day in the city. Or small town.
You look forward to those days. Friday.
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
You are my woman, my dream, my desire
You are my crown, my diamond, my jewel of inestimable value.
Your emergence into my life brought me sunshine on a cloudy day
After failing to uncover inspiration
For the 52nd time in one hour
You begin to question your worth
Confront the illogical comparisons
Remind yourself;
you are not Mozart
What gets me inspired? Damn, I don't really know
guess this prompt has been really eye-opening though.
I'm just sitting here with some writer's block,
if I can make this poem creative I'll be in shock.
I walk through the Valley of Darkness alone
Nothing was ever there to call my own
It's a long way down when you're up so high
But still I told myself that bittersweet lie
A poem is usually composed from an inspiration
a thought, an event, a person, just something that causes a sensation
a sensation that you feel throughout you.
You are the reason for your poem
I have never found more inspiration
Than in the cliff that I stood upon
Ready to throw my body off
But the cliff stood still
Patient
There was nothing that it could say
I have inspiration; I just can’t put it together.
I have dreams; I just don’t know where to begin.
I have hope; I just don’t show it.
There was a man
That wrote but not
He believed that stories could be changed
Though the man could not
I still remember that night,
I let loose my greatest fears.
I still recall the fright,
And my pilow drenched in tears.
Like a lump on a log it grew,
There are days
I wish I could move
My own mountains
Days I wish I could fix
Broken bones and tattered clothes
With my own force of will
And invisible strength
But I can’t
Many of us have doubt when we see that God is taking too long to answer, many of us do not seek the kingdom first and wonder why all the other good things aren't coming we tend to lean on our own understanding which means not Trusting in the Lord
We all have song in our hearts.
Many are afraid to be heard.
Some people do not sing.
No, they do not sing a word.
Why would someone hold back,
Blood boiling in my veins, body becomes rigid and cold, saying goodbye to the old, when I awaken you see the heart that was taken, peer into my lifeless body numb and still, look into my dead eyes that once held what feeling I felt, now washed aw
She's like a rose that grew out of the concrete.
My light in a world of confusion.
When she opens her mouth to share her knowledge, Its the greatest gift.
I liisten, I take in, I keep what she says forever.
The girl I should have been is strong. She is beautiful and mighty in every way imaginable.
The girl I should have been is extremely disciplined. She will not cheat herself because she
I am a king
Hope my presence bring
I can boastfully sing
With a tons of humility
I have the traits of a king
If everyone is an actor, to each his own,
why do some leae the performance in the first act?
One may think a greater one- a Higher Being, if you will, holds the strings.
But Look at your hands.
My heart is my own.
It cannot be told what to do.
You cannot tell it where to go.
But I can give it to you.
My heart is my own.
My mind is own.
Half-mad with cold and hungerthe rattling of his cup a gunshot in her ears.She averts her eyes,unable to stare.
Falling, Falling, to my death.
Dropping through the clouds.
Airplane dropping right next to me to its death.
Dreams are a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. Dreams could be considered a form of storytelling; they are like a movie constantly playing in our minds when we sleep.
The truth hurts,
Once its spoken to you
But a lie hurts with every thought
It cuts you through and through
Priorities or options,
Your choice to decide
Inspiration is a way of telling our sorry tales of when we lost hope and gained it back. A way to show everyone and everything that there was a day the pain resided and was left to hang in the air.
Constant struggle.
Daily beatings, no matter what it is.
Feelings weak, so weak.
I shut down. about break.
Wanting to cry for help.
But only feel alone in a dark room.
Life is but a picture painted by God
Everything we discover and every step we take
Is another brush stroke in his creation
From every atom to every galaxy there is beauty
For us to find an adventure which is life
If I could do anything
What would I be…?
On the days when I’m feeling full and bright
I think I’ll be the Sun.
On the days when I’m feeling high and free
I think I’ll be the Sky.
Leading my people.
Leading the people to be thought of broken.
Handicaps are my people
I am the people of handicaps
Struggles through our lives
Unpreciated and sad
As the sweet summer sun seems to melt into dust,
And the shadows appear like their living for lust,
When the life melts away from this place we call earth,
Then we gaze upon heaven and wish for rebirth.
Love is universal. It unites humanity as one big family. Truly, it doesn't matter where you find yourself in the world, you will find people in love.
One and a half.
I thought to myself...
A beautiful being I did not know I could
Craft.
Expectation.
It was my senior year in high school.
Yes I remember well, all the
"Congratulations"
Hell is walking the road of life searching for someone to talk to
To feel stranded while surrounded by people too focused on their own trivialities to notice
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
I come seeking inspiration,
It's been awhile since my last visit.
My nerves bring perspiration.
I said I’d do it
They said I couldn’t
I said I’d make it
They said I wouldn’t
I gave it everything I had; ran the extra 100 miles.
I see all those people chasing their dreams
Sometimes
I imagine that Robin Williams is my teacher.
He calls us up from the desks that have confined us in strict learning patterns,
and we abandon convention.
We carpe the shit out of every diem.
In its essence we are teased
Failing to see that which our ears detect
But even so, we are pleased
The human mind holds no defect
That with such synchrony
And all harmony
We can dimly see that
I'm having these weird feelings;
For a fellow friend.
I always think about him;
Even when he's out of sight.
When he speaks to me;
It's like music to my ears.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
Hold your breath, let none be seared
the voice, the verb all like a ready ear
don't stop to stop, but stop to hear
teacher, teacher give me a chance
teacher, teacher give me a try
teacher don't dismiss
although i was only 5
i knew what it was to drive
knew alll about a ride
which seemed easy
the hard part was learning dead from alive
if only they understood...
at the time i didnt understand
It's a long, bumpy road, but you have to try your best.
Keep running along, ignoring the pain in your chest.
Don't go too fast, because if you do you'll lose all your strength.
Read words a million times
Until it is learned the millionth time.
Lost in a fumble of uncertainty
Because the ulcer of your indifference
Is a noxious depressant
Attacking my perception's cortex.
I will speak of truth,
Diminishing the amount of lies that continue to consume our world.
I will forgive and forget,
Understanding that my own mistakes are equally corruptive.
I will never give up,
Imparied by undying determination,
Open-minded to such risk-taking
Because conformity is no longer my path
For I am a nomad striding only new territories.
They say I need structure,
That I must obey,
For those who have fallen into a ditch
And then have kept digging until they see no way out…
“Just ask any question”
For those who don’t know what questions to ask
Screw them.
Screw them and their conformity
I am beautiful
I am beautiful despite the bump on my nose
I am beautiful despite the acne on my temple
First it started with a snicker
Then there was a whisper
Now there is just my wimper
I feel so alone
With these scars on my heart
And the scars on my arms
They remind me of you
Who am I?
Who am I to look her in the face and say
“I’m fine. No, really it’s okay.”
When really I’m screaming inside.
Beauty is not what she portrays, for beauty itself portrays her.
She is the definition of beauty itself
so calm, so soft, yet so eloquent
A woman of Black gold, gave birth to an olive child,
Strong and mighty was she to stand by a father who stood to just pretend.
Made sure her little peice of hope in this world was warm, fed, and fast asleep everynight
Music is what gets us high school students through the day. Pretty much everyone has earbuds in their ears and the music cranked up. Teachers think were anti-social, but that's not the case.
I am ambitious
curious and passionate
I want to keep learning
anew
The teachers are unhopeful
schoolwork is hectic
Already prepared
for what each school year brings
Get higher
Rise above the doubt and regret
Don't let voice inside be choked up by impossibility.
Speak out and drown out the noise of failures,
Fall and rise.
Fall again and rise higher.
Get Higher
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
Little birds sing
High notes sprung here
Low notes there
To create
A melody
Like sprinkles on a cake
A rainbow of song
Is released
In those notes
Are hidden meanings
It falls
and breaks
Into a song of phoenix.
A crumpled paper underfoot,
Silver squids in the fleeing tree.
Shoes on cats, one two three,
You are my inspiration.Let these words hit you hard.Harder than any truth revealedin the lyrics that run through your head.I cared for you - that's as simple as it gets.I overcompensated for something
You are beautiful.
You are your own unique self.
Self of mind, and appearence
No matter what you look like.
You are still beautiful.
Nobody really knows what happens behind the curtains,
or behind the doors...
Dramas unfold and storylines disappear.
The true vulnerability of your existence becomes clear.
I wish I never pierced my veins,
I wish I never pierced my veins.
For this reason I'm to blame.
I pierced my veins when lonely and sad,
I pierced my veins when isolated and mad.
Who cares, I don't
I just want to go home.
Who pays attention to this stuff anyway.
Wait, it's what, no way.
You what, can't be.
Oh, well it's over.
I write what's on my mind,
I write as if I was blind,
I write what's in my heart.
There's no formal training,
Or guidelines I follow.
Emotions are my direction,
Feelings are my guide.
I wish I was the person I was,
I wish I was the person I was.
Wait a minute,
The person I was, is the person I am.
Forever changed by events called life.
The person I was is hard to find,
A Creative Mastermind,
An Intellectual Genius,
An All-Star Athlete,
A Renowned Scientist.
All these, and none of these are I.
A normal guy with normal goals.
Average intellect to all I meet.
They say you will never amount to anything
That the color of your skin is too dark
You’re body too curved
Skin too tinted…
Wake up early craving inspiration
Going through the metal detectors, is this my invitation?
Poetry is an art, but school is a fart
Especially when you have food that makes you want to barf
Wake up early, craving inspiration
Going through the metal detectors, is this my invitation?
Poetry is an art, but school is a fart
Especially when you have food that makes you want to barf
Pen, Paper, InspirationTo ensure that poems flows smooth like silkOnly inspiration will doPen and paper, thats for me to write
Is this it? I have to find my purpose. I can't sit. I think about what God wants me to do. Why things happen, and what I been through. I know there's more. While men and women are at war. I'm alone fighting myself.
Is it possible to cave in
and build back up
is it possible to turn to black
and turn back to white
I've walked the path of darkness
for far too long
but when i'm shaded
my mind gets creative
Dream a dream so sweet and sound
of a place so enitially profound.
where hope and joy and be eternally found.
why would a robin ever want to be on the ground.
why would one never want to make their sound.
I got a date with DestinyAt Hollywood Boulevard I studied it like AnatomyAnd I know almost everyone has given up on me butI need redemption no need to mention my past
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
Je suis une rêveuse.
An idealist,a visionary,a wishful thinker.
A fantasist,a romantic,a stargazer.
Backpack slung over
arms reaching for a water bottle
sun rays approaching
you could see the glimpse of light
it was about to begin
Gentle soul, gentle soulHow can you live in this fishing bowl?Just reach out when you need a handYou are here to reach, teach, love, and to take a standYour hopeful, gentle heart will be broken
When you are scared, feeling small
When darkness falls, sinking you deeper into the ocean
You feel weary and frightened
You feel the waves take you down
You look for a coastguard
Something for protection
The wind whispers gently as it calms my mindCaresses my cheeks while passing timeOh, how I long to lay outdoorsOr laugh around a fire while making s’moresBeing a part of nature makes me feel pure
Nobody will know your story better than yourself
the days passed and souls step where were you before
maybe some care, other not but no one more than yourself
Red....like blood
Soft....like silk
Thorns....like needles
Beautiful yet painful
Deadly beauty
Blood on snow
Wild and free
Untaimed beauty
If you only knewShe devotes her life to youSupports everything you doApproves of every moveHer life was once a mess andShe fell victim to depressionBut that voice caught her attentionAnd you brought out her best, manEven when she hit her all-time
Strong, independent, my wise words of thoughts
The source of all my pride and joy
The source of my pain
The wrinkles that settle beneath the eyelids of a woman hard at work
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
Who is this girl walking through the mist?
The mist of notes and song?
I thought I knew myself so well,
But this girl is something new.
A part of myself that I never knew existed,
I think about you all day longAnd how you smile and sang that beautiful songYou saw it all didn't youYou knew they would fall apart like an old shoe
Eyes the color of gold
Draw me into your soul
I am floating towards the sun of our love.
Feeling its stunning warmth throughout my being,
I am forever hypnotized.
We smile from ear to ear
How many times did they tell you
you’d never make it. I wrote it
down on paper just because I liked
how it sounded. And I whispered
it to myself, as they burnt the page.
The fire burnt my hand. They laughed
I’ve heard thatYou can’t make houses out of human beings,So I will build a home.
As the trials begin
the emotion within buld up as we abide
the consciousness within us
the summer days grows hot,
but the wrestling room is even hotter.
the inner confidence upgrades from steel
The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them.
Thoughts, what thoughts?
They turn feeling into physicality
Some say its a brute, primal way.
But it's genius,
Brilliant,
With grace and power she stands there
Light soothing hands with a maternal touch
Gentle eyes that cut through glass and fair hair that falls upon her shoulders
Dependable, she is everyone's crutch
I am a fusion reactor
Nearly boundless and consumed with heat
Futuristic
And the materials I collect combine inside me
And become more
More energetic
More useful
What the hell is it?
First, you want me to raise my hand in class
Then, you want me to particapate less
Now, you want me to completely shut up?
What the hell is it?
Please hurry up
Make up your mind
One day, my lungs willswell with joyinstead of saddness, and Iwon’t need your words totell me how tosmile again.
Never Gave Up
10 years, 4 kids, never married.
He would always do something and she would always figure out. Fighting to hold up the relationship to better the life of their four kids.
I used to be all giggles and laughs and gay
Until death and sickness took my family away
Then razors and demented things became my friends
I thought that's how my story would end
I was living in a haze
We met up and we went out,
I listened to every word
from your mommas mouth,
I knew then she'd be the one,
The one I would live with,
I knew she'd be the one,
The one I'd have kids with,
I shouldn't be here,
you were ask to get rid of me,
it was the doctors mistake,
you didn't listen,
thanks,
I'm fine.
I shouldn't be here,
you turned around for two seconds,
Quick question . . . What is a dream ? By definition , a dream is . . . A mental picture . A desire. an ambition. A depiction of one's imagination . A visual. Visualizing what is to come .
Our faith is our sail
Intuition the wind
The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet
The world may get rough at times
The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
Momma always used to say, “God laughs at the plans you make.”
But that was just a chance I had to be willing to take.
Empathetic, kind-hearted, containing the true values of life
As a child everyone learned to walk. We fell down a many times, we got scratched and bruised, but you got back up to try again and again. Each time learning something new.
Sun
So bright
Keeps me warm
Keeps me light
In the morning
You start my day
But after noon
You fade away
Then I start to think
Why do you leave day after day?
After I realize
Because it's funy how the person who makes you happiest
Is also the person capable of hurting you the most, intentional or unbeknownst
And the worst kind of love
Is the kind where you love and they love
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
The sky so dark with glitter
I leap to touch and shine
I want to feel the velvet brush
Tickle my skin
And set me ablaze with dream
Yes, dream
I touched a star once
Magnificent.
I once met love at the front door!
And, when I glaced it's direction
Love, beautifully, smiled back at me.
That was love. My first sight!
I became instantly drawn to love.
In your life you're always judged. PRESSURED! YELLED AT! Until you're crushed. People will tell you you're not worth a dime. But giving up and crying is the biggest crime. Never stop until you're flying. Even if that means you die while trying.
Have you ever had a moment where you kinda just think
This isn't where I'm supposed to be
And you're just not where you want to be.
a cold freezing nighta freezing short nighta cold front in the landthat lasts only for awhilethe snow is slowly droppingthe land becomes numbhappily accepting the cold snowtoo cold that the glass window sweatsthe trees shiver and freeze in placeev
Ever since I was young,
Creativity came of the tip of my thumb.
Taught not to give up on my dreams;
If I was an essay, art would be my theme.
Some people get butterflies when inspired
The Veldt
"To play out your life in the style you want is life's greatest gift - Discovering that style you optimize on is life's greatest secret."
Now I sit here in this class,
Fall has come at last.
I sit, I write, I learn, I read,
to gain the knowledge that I need.
To learn and express,
I am here and blessed.
I have this opportunity,
The Jerusalem in my mind
Is like the land of a dream
The old city
Full of mystery
History
And beauty
The Jerusalem in my mind
Is a city in the clouds
Please, tell me what you have planned
For me
Tell me how
You know me
Better than I know me.
Please, tell me more
Tell me more
Guide me down the
Path
That is right for
The muses,
They leave my mind barren
They refuse my mind the fluid
needed for an artist.
The muses
They give me no help
They give me no insight
needed to create art
They prance and dance all
day
Singing and playing joyfully in
the forest
Riding rainbows across the blue
sky
Waiting for someone to
discover
I think our brains are hardwired to appreciate sounds that are aesthetically pleasing.Like a kiss, for your ears.Music fills our silences, and embodies our ideals.
The woods are a place of mystery. The rivers that streame, the animals that live,
the trees that know the worlds history. Being lost in the woods is being lost in your soul.
My brother
Make your legacy live in history
The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities,
And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters
you see..
You'll drop anything, to help the one who suffers.
You're like a candle , you'll burn yourself just to give light to others.
A super hero without the mask and cape.
A boy in the corner of class
Sits and texts,
Comes to school without
His backpack.
He lounges back in his chair
No purpose,
No drive,
To simply arrive there-
Rooms,
Inescapable prisons,
That present our
Feeble minds with
Conforming individuals,
Unfavorable probability,
Discomfort.
Rooms,
Incase emotions.
While hallways,
Can you clear your mind, listen with your ears,
Nature has been trying to call for years.
The wind outside comes alive, turning into a hurricane,
drowning out all other cries by rushing rain.
when the Sun is alive
so am I
the unimaginable dream is mine
fog will remain in my path
but fire in my eyes, boldly.
there is a dawn that rises
unshakeable and endless
like the core of soul
When you look at me, tell me what you see.
Do you see me, or are you simply focusing on vanity?
Shakespeare once said that all the world’s a stage,
If only he could see how he prophesized this world of today
There once was a girlShe had asked, “What?”“What?”, you may say.Well, she was wonderingwhat her life was for,what she was here for,what will she ever accomplish. Just what
Every minute, every hour, every day..I will stay... Right here patiently waiting.. keeping my mind busy, as to not always think of you...
Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.
I hear a voice that whispers in the air.
Despite my weakness, I hate confessing
That something is clinging without a care.
Who Is He?
Who is this God that people talk about?
Where does He do His work?
Why is He so important?
You follow coincidence down the path of least resistance
Your decisions dictated by circumstance
Your every move driven by nature and nurture
It is not too late
To live intentionally
What is the meaning of telling me I am beautiful, if all you see is the outside?
People do not buy houses strictly because of what the outside entails.
When I looked I couldn't believe just what I saw I saw a man Sitting on his throne With my mind blown I fall to my knees Screaming out "LORD HELP ME PLEASE" He says "Son what you're looking for isn't on this EarthBut if you can trust me you wil
The Idea of IdeasBy Ariel Randolph Everyone’s opinions around me connects in a way. I, for the longest time, could not label. Up until now, I knew that the peoplewho are young minded and free spirited, or just have that something about them that g
The rain splashes my window.
It showers the earth
like crisp, sparkling tears.
It brings serenity, and washes away fear.
Vibrant or dull
Oil, acrylic, watercolor
Charcoal or pastel
Marker, pen, colored pencil
Multimedia collage
Color, shape, line, form, texture, value, space
I've been put down
But i don't give anyone a frown
It's irritating
I don't show that it's fustrating
I'm going to be at the top
making people's jaws drop
because they didn't make it to the top
Time is irreversible, but lets sit in a hypothetical world.
When we move back, every motion is different.
Disappearing is still considered a footprint
So move back to the initial attack on the system
I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into the sun.
I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch.
I dream of my little boy making a homerun.
Is this all too much?
Yet, you still ask me if I could see
The theatre is small and close and
everyone inhales everyone elses' laughter and tears and
the cheering makes me wonder if we were all friends in another life,
or if we've just become friends because of now.
The words flow from my heart
And into my revolving conscious
Where at the jot of a pen they part,
And with revision, I am cautious.
Poetry is me,
And I am poetry.
It begins like a whisper.
Something so small clicks,
it’s almost missed
and yet,
shivers wave over your skin
like a mist.
You sense something emerge
An impulse,
an urge
I write to empower; I write to impress
I write for myself, it's my way to express
Emotions and feelings, they pour out in words
Like waves crashing down, I want to be heard
These words are like music, fluid and loud
<3 Theres things in life we question
and always wonder "why?".
We're always lost in confusion,
in a maze we call 'life'.
But sometimes we need a break,
from the disasters in the air.
Beautiful.
Beautiful doesn't necessary mean having beauty on the outside
But having beauty on the inside
Pretty face, pretty pretty body, pretty hair
Doesn't mean a pretty soul, pretty thoughts, pretty heart
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
A broken watch lies in my hands
It seems to have died the day I found my fate
Like the burden of knowledge I must act
In fact, run and race time before he beats me to my own game
A head start would suffice
There was once a world of simplicity and tranquility
But man has robbed us of that ability
Progression is the obsession of today’s generation
When will we learn the needed forms of interrogation
God is the ultimate artistWith His fine, illustrative beauties of the worldThe complexities of intricacyPsychedelic impossibilityEye exploding colorsContoursContrastTime in linePast future
He stares, with baby eyes at the star filled sky above him,
His paint, like his clothes, is old and worn.
A lonely shack is home with only an easel and brushes and a bed inside,
She held my hand as a child, keeping me upright and safe. She supported me in my older years, saying, "Life is the chances you take." Now today I reminice these times, haunting me more and more. I hope, in other words, she'll always be happy
The stars are shining bright
In the middle of the sky
Producing a faint light
As I look up and sigh
Their beauty is unmatched
So bright and real
I've grown quite attached
To their perfect appeal
We are a fast food generation, and in love with instant gratification, facing complete and utter annihilation, erasing the very blood line of the planet, look I get it, it’s easy to go to foreign countries to rape the world for its oil
I hated you.
I cursed at you.
I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.
You hated me.
I thought you did.
Whenever I place a pen to a blank paper
I pause like a diver on a high diving board
Looking down at the waters below, so far away,
So far removed from the casual air of everyday life
A diamond in the dirt,
A solo shining star,
Arround you wear a smile,
but you're distant and afar.
Smile and they'll never know
The dim light that shines inside,
The truth they will never see
It is an escape from reality,
reality that is at times hard to bear,
when nothing feels right,
and my heart aches to fit in,
but yearns for privacy,
that is when I sneak,
I thought my heart was breaking, I thought the day was done
I thought that time was taking too long for me
Now I see
Love is infinite
And you just need me to be here
Dry your tears, I'm here
Fall is about to come...
Summertime is almost gone...
Enjoy it while it lasts,
Remember all of the best...
Keep it all in the memories...
Dreams all spread by the fire flies...
Keep moving. They'll push you down and they'll put up a fight. Keep moving. They'll leave you broken and beaten. Keep moving. They'll laugh at your dreams and feed your fears. Keep moving. Until you find the one. Then stay.
I can talk a lot, Now.
But it was poetry that taught me how.
Before my sentences were jumbled up phrases only I could understand,
With with minimal explaining.
Since a young age my love for music has been great.
Rap and Pop were among the few that I listened to till late.
Not too much later my mother had showed me the beginning of something so new.
It takes hours but it's worth every second,
To see the fruit of your labor grow with the effort you put in,
To even give in a minute before your work is legit?
When trouble finds you, start spittin all over it.
I approach poetry as a teenager approaching the first date,
as a 12th grader approaching the SATs,
as a spelling bee-er approaching a word she's never known
The brush of a feather
A tear in the rain
One splinter in wood
The pain’s all the same.
The forest in eye
Water on summit ice
I'm writing because I'm angry.
I'm writing because I'm sad.
I'm writing because I'm lost.
I'm writing because I'm mad.
Words are my escape.
It is like they understand.
I can express my true feelings,
An empty canvas
Is as pure as snow,
And as white as the clouds
As time struggles on
The canvas is yellowed and aged,
It is torn and mangled,
The canvas is distraught,
I am the force
torque, energy & a source
of creativity & positive telemetry
a team player full of chemistry!
When someone asks for help
panic & a yelp
theres no need to fear
Since the day you walked into my life
You have brought out the best in me
Everyday has been without strife
You’ve filled my heart everyday with glee
Every time that I look into your eyes
Simple letters joined together to make words and a mere piece of paper created to record
In life there are moments we rather face alone as a time of reflection or moment to console
I can only speak the words that flow through me
I can hope you will find peace
I can make a difference
My bones may be weak
My pain may be immence
But my longing desire to help holds on to me
I see the stars a-shining.
I hear the birds a-rhyming.
The moon, sparkling.
The moon, charming.
Time is passing.
Nothing good is lasting.
Time goes on.
Sometimes I have hard days,
many times I want to cry,
I can not seem to express myself,
the way I would like too.
Poetry does not need to rhyme,
and that is why I am here.
I need an escape,
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Morning blossoms and kisses the dew
A drink of winter cools my lungs
I feel contentment here with you
I'm fueled by love and run to the sun
To get away from the drama that just may consume me
I write my hearts true desires
the thickness of the pain
layers upon layers
have taken a painstaking toll on me
writing takes the weight off my shoulders
across the universe,i fall into the sky.lucy is there,as it rains she cries,"dear prudence,don’t pass me by.”
Live life
Give strife
Repent sin
Through thick or thin
Show them love
Through Him above
Lead them all
Before we fall
Show Him off
Before last cough
Guide them well
I am a writer with no topic,
But everything to be said.
I am in love with the scene of blank pages,
But am terrified by their audacity.
I could script a scene of poets,
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand
The meaning so lost to new eyes
I want it
Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
Once upon a time,
Not too long ago,
There lived a happy little girl,
Without a care in the world.
She was sweet but shy,
Adorned with dark brown skin
The constant teases as if it was a sin
A Sin that my melanin was a little more defined
Poetry is like a story but smaller.
Think of a bird.
Graceful and beautiful it can be,
Or angry and ugly it can be.
I was born without a mouth,
And taught never to shout out,
Or questions things or try to change,
It’s best if it remains the same.
Without a mouth,
There is no voice,
That can be heard,
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
I looked death in the face once.
He tried to pretend to be my Abuelita,
but I wasn’t fooled. Death had taken
hold of this woman who wasn’t afraid
to fight for her freedom and turned her
Our fathers’ dream has been realized Here we stand, America the greatOn democracy but still not finalized,As we are ever changing, no end date
I don’t write, I listen.
I don’t have the talent, or skill, or natural linguistic ability
I don’t converse fluidly with ease of speech
I stumble over phrases and ideas though I know in my head exactly what I mean
It’s true, I am old, and I am going out of style
That’s why I don’t listen to the music for my FM dial.
But I beg of you to stay, sit, and listen for a while,
And look at this wonderful world through the eyes of a child.
An adventure all to myselfI once again escape into my own realmA kingdom that has been lost to all but IA land that has been enveloped by my imagination
Born Again, Die Again
For whether it be the light of good or darkness of evil
We go our own way down the path that we call life
There is a time in our eras that we must make difficult decisions
I wondered as I walked on
Thinking,
"Where am I going?"
Don't we all wonder?
I wandered and pondered the question
Wracking my brain
In an attempt to find
Answers.
Words.
The kind of words that evoke vivid emotions and wake memories on a shelf
long hidden under a thick
fuzzy
coat of dust.
Obscured by bound volumes of the every day
I stare at your glowing face in the light of the moonI wonder where it is the person I loved has goneWhat has happened to our loveI also look into the space where your heart,the heart which beat so strong and true,
Motivation,
Possibility,
and the possibility that I can grab which is beyond my reach.
I am not religious, but rather superstitious.
and Demons cloud my mind,
My faults manifest themselves as sin,
Is it really worth it?
The heartache the pain that you leave behind.
Is it really worth it?
A mother who has to bury a child, do you really want that?
Can you see what you will cause?
You say you want to know my heart
But when I give it to you,
You turn it away.
These words I write are more than words
They are peices of my heart.
These stanzas and lines are all I've got
My mind is a sprouting seed;
Knowledge a necessity,
Growth a challenge.
Too much impatience causes me to wilt;
In the beginning of this love affair with poems
I learned I
was empowered
by the way words flowed from my pen.
I saw that
it was a unique talent that
not many got
and fewer choose to practice.
exhale—
watch the tendrils
of smoke dance
before being whisked away.
sitting on the porch railing
his book open beside me
as he searches for
the meaning of life.
he could give
Why I write? I write because you told me to
Because you encountered history and literature but never met a pen or page
Cuando plasmo en papel dejo huella de mi alma, la poesía libera mis más profundos pensamientos me alivia como el aire del viento.
dusk reigns nowyour back turnedagainst the setting lightand the sun,the exhausted sunfilters through every strandof your fading hair
Poetry: vent of the burdened, lost, and decieved,
so many spirits lifted, I have seen.
An art that has saved so many lives,
and helped you see through evil's lies.
It has reminded us that no one can bring us down,
The wind moves at a slow paceCreating a whispering voice Talking to shadows as they creep Through the eerie and morose night.
A miracle happened last night
For one split instant everything was right
Science can't explain it
To us it won't make sense
A bright flashing of light
Yet the sky stayed dim
I suppose I’ll take better care of my nails from now on.
Your’s were always the perfect length
coated in pastel pinks
neatly curved like the edges of your smile.
Why did you have to love me?
I can promise you that it’s nothing against you. But, I turn away because I keep love close, maybe too close, and I think that I will only remember and love you.
Negritude…
A conceptual ideology in the tenets of humanity
A construed solidarity in a common black identity
Abstruse in such arcane a concept?
We've always really talked but not like this, never nonstop, feelin like a couples first kiss, such blissand emphasis put on one simple thing, talking, stalking eachothers words like a predator to its prey and I pray that these actions stay the sa
I’m the English nerd
Never having enough Shakespeare on hand
analyzing movie plots as if they were books
wondering if in reality
we are just a story with a destiny
with some author out there
To tell a story,
To sing a song,
To rewrite the words
of times gone by,
Or write of the times
that have yet to come,
To use our right
of freedom of speech,
To relieve our grief
Who am i?
I don't know.
I feel so scared.
I feel so alone.
Thoughts run through my head.
Who am I?
Am I someone meant to be great?
Am I someone meant to be alone?
I was first introduced
By a man named Dr. Seuss.
His rhymes helped me in the best of ways,
Especially if it was one of my worst days.
A real inspiration,
Gave me a good foundation.
The Sun rises,
Birds fly,
a man missing both legs
-he runs-
better than me,
better than you,
but WHY?
a poem can make me Somedays,
another will bother me relentlessly,
As the ocean conforts me.
The only thing between,
Me and the sea,
Is the air I breath.
As the tide comes in,
I feel safe within.
As the tide goes out,
It takes my doubts.
Smile or pain
Which will it be
to speak with a voice
or let action take the lead
Should I go south,
through a maze I know around
or should go north
to maze that looks unbound
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
An Unexpected Therapist
I wrote because of a snake that slithered through my vessels,
Wound around my lungs and constricted,
Sank fangs into my heart and
Exchanged venom for life.
What happened to America?
The land of the free, the home and the brave
Now it just feels like we're worshipping idols
Stuck in sin
And we're slaves
Marriage doesn't matter anymore
Not to the world
A warm spring breeze blows across the sky,Lifting dandelion seeds, gently high.Blowing them across the vast, green plains,Blowing them pass the rumblin' train.A dandelion landed near the blue sea,
"Why do I write?"Sounds more like "Why do I live?"I write because I have have no choiceOr rather because I have the willAnd the power to be able to expressMy emotion through the usage of This thing called "The English Language." I didn't wake up o
school is freedom from the pain at home.
school is a test before entering the world.
Don't take it as "too hard" ,but as a challenge!
Let’s live forever young together,
don’t let go of me. I smell your irresidible sweet sexy scent,
It still floats through the air.
On April 26th, 1990 God blessed the world with a newborn baby girl.
With the love and guidance of her parents, she would develop and bloom into a wise and graceful woman.
Little did she know of the journey that lay before her.
I can only exist,
or I can live.
Oh but living sounds so dangerous.
Stepping outside of the box,
quitting holding the past tightly to my chest.
letting go.
No.
Its to scary, its disturbing even.
I am the hollow woman
My merry mechanism failed
Left with so much opposition
from other's emotions that are stale
My normal state is empty
but my capacity half the world
I took on that responsibility
So let me tell you, it started with this girl,
you already heard alll the shawty stories but yo son let me tell you about this one girl.
Shawty tall like model, didnt know why she aint go on ANTM
In such a serial back yard, no wind or leaves rustling, an expecting squirrel waits in her nest, being frozen by the cool brisk air.
If I were on a bridge,
I’d jump off.
If I had a gun to my face,
I’d pull the trigger.
If I had a knife close by,
I’d stab myself.
If I had scissors in my hand,
A girl to begin my poetry,
a girl to hold my heart,
a girl to talk with me,
and never be apart.
She inspires the words,
she creates the lines,
if it not for her,
I would have never shined.
You are my love and my everything,
Oh What I would give, to hear your heart sing.
For you I love, and for you I care,
And I will be your partner, everywhere.
Rely on me, for your love and peace,
Writing, it's quite a release,Giving away the emotions of the day.Writing, it brings me peace.
Sometimes, I don't want to cease,It lets me say what I want to say.Writing, its quite a release.
There are 7 billion people you will never know
Never know their names
More than 7 billion people
With stories as intricate as yours
Hopes
Feelings
Grievances
Take me to the open road
A place where possibilities are endless
Where times will be blissful and free
And where times will be hard and troublesome
Take me to the open road
Where I will make it to my destination
Lying awake at night
causes one to face their darkest fright.
Whether it be school or bills or paying the rent,
everybody needs a way to vent.
Somewhat hopeless and all alone,
There is nothing like nothing like a mothers love.
Always there, always worrying, she always cares.
Putting you before herself and anyone else.
She won’t eat until you eat, won’t sleep until you’re safe and sound.
Love, What Is It?
What Should Be A Simple Question?
But Yet Is Asked By Many
Do You Have To First Lust To Love
If You Ask Me You'll Receive A Shrug
Said Often Only Out Of Curiosity
Entitled: Najarri Samuel Whitehead
But that's all you read.
Skipped past the prologue, and examined the pictures.
So in reality you only saw the happiness, the joy.
Never walking the heartache and pain.
My biggest fear will never visit me
Never will I allow myself to fall in
To cave in, to wither, to fall.
For I will stand as strong as a weeping willow.
In the darkness he lurks, always behind me.
Love comes and goes,
thats how every story is told
like started to doubt , until my heart began to shout
As I began to believe there was no one for me ,
What is beauty?
Well if I were to give the simplest definition I’d say you.
What is beauty?
The emptiness consumes you, filling your soul with darkness, you can't run fast enough, you can't hide well enough, Because it is inside you, forever.
In a world of darkness,
Subtle waves pulse agaisnt my skin.
My lungs feel tight and cramped,
My heart slamming against my ribs with brutal force
Working against the lack of oxygen.
As I write to whats to come
Some say fate others destiney
I wonder what may happen later
For my eternity
Maybe it'll be gnomic
Maybe it'll be an incubus
For what the future holds atonomy
Forget love lets just be happy Anger, lies, and not being perfect This all causes problems.
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
Day by day
The sun rises and the sun sets
The stars glisten and the animals are at rest
All you do is just wonder, wonder what brought me here
That of course is logical, your parents
Wait for me.
I'll be there;
Head held strong and arms opened wide,
Ready to take the world on.
My voice to reach many people,
My dance moves to get people jumping,
My acting to induce laughter,
I sleep at night
And wake in the morning
Its more of a daily routine
I hang with my friends
And never make my bed
What's the point anyways
I Talk and Talk and never shut up
Poetry is about observation
Along with determination
To figure out your sensation.
Observation of the world around you,
What would I do if I had never found you?
Determination to say what you love
Past the old gnarled oak tree, a hundred or more years old,Under the wide wooden bridgeBeyond the gurgling stream,Among the mottled bark and feathery leaves of the willow trees,Towards the world I go.
You ask why I write
I ask why don't you?
Poetry is my thoughts
Poetry is my feelings
My inner self
Expressed so vividly
Through every stroke
Upon each and every sheet
Why do I write?
It was so easy at first.
Like a moth to the flame.
I was an innocent victum.
And you a harmless game.
Just skip one,
it can't hurt?
After all, what's the worst?
Nobody can see the damage,
You're all I think about; morning, noon, and night.
When you're not around, I miss you so much and it hurts so bad...
You take a big part of me...my heart...and I'll never ask for it back.
blood clusters in a lust
massive starvation to the heart
slow beats of death pound; reaching the finale
no time to waste on love
murderous love led to blood
barely moving as short breaths weap out
To me, art is the ninth wonder of the world,
The yin-yang, the peace, and the harmony of life,
A mystery yet to be unraveled,
To me, ART has boundaries. It must
Be more than expressive ugliness or even sheer beauty. The purest ART holds
An ability to swiftly, discretely, completely arrest its viewer, transforming his eyes into those of the
Life is a control
We hold the power over ourselves in our hands
But there’s no anytime use power button
Although there is that little button some people resort to
When they just can’t handle it anymore
Who am I?
I am the person who you wish you could be
I am the wind beneath the wings of intelligence
Soaring above the haters
Exceeding any obstacles that I come by
Who am I?
When there is nothing left
What do you do?
When there is nothing you can do
How do you send your time?
When there is no one to talk to
Do you talk to yourself?
Can it be
I finally can see
The true depths of me?
What God intended
When He got out his pen and drew
These thick thighs and bright eyes
This beautiful smile
Couldnt even be hid for a mile
It's not about the ending
It's about what happend in-between
The walls are coming down
The end is almost near
To say goodby is a fear
But to have been able to say hi, I'll always hold near
I once was lost,
I felt alone in this world and empty,
I felt like life was not worth the cost,
My insides were hollow,
And my heart feeling hefty,
Why to live?
What do I have to give?
Hear their sickened words
their twisted lies
taste the poison
on their tongues
Isolated and alone
i hide in the shadows
away from the evil
away from their world
Poetry is an art,
A meduim of words.
It can come from the mind,
Showing passion or pain.
I write to express,
It becomes an outlet for emotions.
Only for my eyes,
Never give up on your dreams
Focus on today
If at first you dont succeed
Then find another way
Dont ever say you cant
When you know you surely can
The solution to any problem
When i look into your eyes, their full of wonder, beauty and suprise.When i see your gorgeous hair, all that i can do is stop and stare.You always know what to say, to give a great start to the rest of my day.If i start feeling sad, you know just
Start here.
Ready GO!
I begin sprinting down many different paths,
one leads into the next and suddenly,
I've fallen;
into a pool of creativity where the possibilities are endless.
Why I write:
I write to unleash desire
Like many forbidden dreams, I write at night
I write to control the beast who wishes to devour
Many things in life come and go
Withering from existence
Hinderances and doubts grow
Affecting our experience
Fear cultivates in our hearts
Uncertainty is a great worry
What's the meaning of life?
Is it to push ourselves to the limit?
To find happiness?
To overcome struggles?
Life is complicated. Better not think about it.
Go with the flow is the best way to go.
My dearest darling,
I am right here can't you see?
You are the one who set me free.
My smiling sunshine,
You gave me courage when I doubt,
You make me smile when I pout.
..This is the savage breakdown of a girl with dreams and aspirations
Devotion to a craft, practice with no HONEST reciprocations.
Enclaves of nothes and I play em all in different keys--- chords,
The truth is often tainted to fit ones perception of what they would like to believe. And whether you believe this or not, here's a few words of advice for you : Dont let you mouth deceive your heart.
I AM MUSIC, THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL.
MY BEATS MAKE YOU STOMP YOU FEET.
THE BRASS SECTIONS IN MY SALSA MAKES YOUR HIPS MOVE SIDE TO SIDE.
Its a shame how this world can care less about an education
When Martin Luther did all this fighting on segregation
but all it takes is a little focus and dedication
a little interest to learn and preperation
I, alone, get to choose
who I get to be.
That choice is mine alone.
No one else but me.
Trials and tribulations
along this winding path
can be met with Fervor
or be met with Wrath.
My feet are set
I am down and ready
My brow breaks into a sweat
But I keep my focus steady
Bang! My heart leapt with the shot
My adrenaline began to flow
My blood ran hot
As I let my body go
I started writing to express the hurt that was wrapped,
twisted, and concocted inside of me.
It seemed to be the only way that I could fully open up
and express where I actually wanted to be.
Okay God,
what do I do now?
I've prayed and rebuked, but the feelings of everything cloud my mind.
It's not that I don't try, I won't lie, I do try...
But, peace never seems to pass me by.
I can't be there with you, but we can dream.
My eyes filled with tears of hopelessness. My thoughts filled with the pain of judgment. My ears filled with the sound of destruction. My words constantly formed in the way of defense.
I smile because it's gorgeous
& cry because I'm hurt
I don't take no ish from ANYONE
Because I value my self worth
I dance because I can
& laugh because it's funny
Niggas stay fishin'
There's something aboutThe way someone smells,Or the sounds they make when they'reNearing sleep,Or the way their skin feels Against your palmsThat makes you appreciate themSo much more
She stands in front of the mirror and gives a good look at herself. She wants to see a heart shaped face with light eyes. She wants to see a clear skinned girl with a slim figure. She wants to see everything she isn't, in herself.
What exactly does poetry mean to me?
When I believe it’s a totally different world to see
Where you express your deep thoughts in words to please
Your wandering mind that must be set at ease.
Flying. Soaring. Coming alive.My dreams unfold before my eyes.They're only words, some people say,But my imagination sees it a different way.
I write because it frees the words my heart has hidden. These words hold onto my innocence and contain emotions I can not express otherwise.
No God, No Peace
Know God, Know Peace
Know Knowlege, Know Power
No Failure, No Cowards
Know Love, Know Pain
No Pain, No Gain
Know Ambition, Know Succes
No Breaks, No Rest
Why I Write?
I write because if I don’t
Somebody else will tell my story
Somebody else will see what I saw
Feel what I felt
Hear what I heard
For me
Why I Write?
I write.
I write to love,
for the people who do not deserve my love.
I write to feel,
the emotions I do not feel.
I write to express,
so I can release the anger within.
I write to understand,
Writing is liberation, it's freedom, it's experssion, it's talent.
Writing is confidence, intelligence, it's inspiration, it's power.
Writing is a mask, an outlet, a safe place, it's scary.
I'm starting to feel worthless , instead of worth it.
I'm starting to see what loneliness feels like.
I'm feeling something is missing..
I feel so unheard.
I feel the weight of the world on my chest..
Why I write , you might never know.
How it feels to have the words flow, from my mind through my soul to the paper..
all my secrets out to be told.
My days flutter and fly,
Much as the wondrous world,
Though I look up at the sky,
I still wait for my meaning to unfurl.
Each day I would lie and wait and watch the birds,
Oh Angelic Extension of my mind's orchestra
Form your divine halo
Block daily screeches from the my mental sanctuary
Whisper meditative melodies that will help me transcend carnal noise
Hope deferred makes the heartsick
Toxins of hurt and shame permeating
Leaving fuels of carnal residue
Where pride flicks its presence and magnifies it all
From Tonka Toys to Tick Tock on a clock
The time has come to put the childish things away
This prince must now become King
The training is over!!! I step into the ring
From the internal core of my earth I release a world of bright hope
From my hands, flowing streams of smooth syllables nourish the barren lands of men's souls
This is why I speak... I write... I live
As I stumble alone,
I help myself up.
With a pencil or pen
I write "don't give up".
It's my escape, my passion,
that's why I write.
In the arena of Life,
my pen wins the fight.
He makes me sad
He makes me love him
He makes me feel
love for life, music
Stirring up something
so gentle
Feeling grace is a blessing.
I long to make
Fearless, Gentle, Lively, Powerful
Happiness isn't just an intense emotion.
It's a state of mind,
a sense of peace.
One will simply find
happiness in the moment,
not by searching for it.
Remember, there's more to being happy
Dressed in army greens
Brown boots, tags around his neck
Finally he’s home
No trace of a smile
He is very different now
Finally he’s home
He was in the field
I can see it
Far away in the
Distance it waits
And so I run
Run toward what sits
So far away
I don’t stop
Don’t slow down
I keep pushing
Faster and faster
I've been to the bottom
and I have felt alone,
But as I look around
away is where I'm blown,
I'm surrounded by love
always have and always will be,
The endless support
amazes me,
It's all new. Never done this before. People keep asking me if i'm ready.I smile and say "kinda". When I know inside that I am nowhere near ready.
Have you ever seen a baby?
Have you seen the way it's newborn skin scrunches up at a funny smell?
The child's immediate reaction is to make a fuss.
It needs it's mother to hush it back to sweeter smells, sweeter times.
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,
I want to rain hard on the ocean,
Shatter into a thousand peices
On the surface of emotion -
Melt into something bigger than relief
And cry with something like devotion
In the soft waters beneath.
"You look normal"
"She looks FINE"
Why can't you understand the pain behind my eyes?
"I have a short temper"
"I scream and shout"
Why can't you understand that I can't control my pout?
LOVE;
a feeling that can't be defined.
Nor described.
UNCONDITIONAL Love;
Feelings that can't be set aside.
Feeling like no one understands.
Finding no on to confide
in. LateNighhts.
Staring out at the city lightsI was wasting time, wasting timePhotographing the pieces, I reached new heightsRealizing the old colors never seemed to rhyme
The ultimate escape
to a new life
if only for a short while
an escape to dreams and hopes
of love, wealth, or happiness
The magic key in your hand
that opens a portal with ink
A poet wears no badge,
nor hat with "literate"
scrawled across it,
nor x-ray glasses with which
to examine all inequities
in every passerby passing by
A poet wears a mask,
Though we have many strengths and skills
having imperfections is always real
some of us may need pills
while others don't need any thing but an appeal
We have to embrace the fact that we are made
Up e a r l y, sleep l a t e.
These thoughts talking all before I fall.
Asleep is where I cant go.
Because thoughts converse with e v e r y soul.
It’s really sad when someone feels that death is the only to finally find peace.
It felt like I had hit a brick wall when I found out that you had taken your life.
I used to write backwards because straightforward didn't rhyme right
And the talent I wasted tasted like lemon turned into lime bites
Water turned into wine might sober me up enough for this
I'm rocking in my rocking chair. I'm rocking here and there,I'm looking out my window wondering what is out there.Oh my, it’s my ex-boyfriend; he got another girlfriend,
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
The rhythm of the light glows bright metaphysically as I write. Dreams gratify in the night with the
messenger's kryptonite, chemiluminescence from the sixth sense fills the essence. Ogasmic waves
Sometimes I wish,People can go out and live their dreams,Sometimes I wish,Foolish people could stop plotting evil schemes.Sometimes I wish,Love can be showed more from the heart,Sometimes I wish,
Sometimes I wish. People can go out and live their dreams. Sometimes I wish. Foolish people could stop plotting schemes. Sometimes I wish. Love can be showed more from the heart. Sometimes I wish.
It is hard to say with my voice,
putting pen to paper just makes my feelings easier,
easier to understand,
easier to communicate with others if they read what I have written.
Words that show how happy I am,
I write because I can,
I write because in the consitituion it states,
"Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech",
I write because the most powerful inborn tool is speech, your words.
I am me, untamed; am I untranslatable? No, not yet;anyone who has come to go or has yet to, why then question our differences too,then leave it be or take it otherwise!
Hidden system, rules function like clockwork in my head
Crank, crank, crank: the demands on the system
More work, more power, more output required
The life we lack, the pain that we feel, at the end of the day our love was real. I wanted you. And you wanted me. But this life is funny. It said that we could never be. I live here you ive there.
Black suit, hazel eyes
I fell in love with his disguise
Lust or love I can't rely on me, myself, and I
Unlike the sun I may not be so bright, but I always try to keep love in my sight, this is why I write. I run to the light, to find my way out of the night, this is why I write. I was alone in my fight. I taught myself to express my plight.
The decisions of our past,
Make for our actions in the present.
Our actions in the present,
Decide the direction of our future.
Life.
It's like that hazy glow
Just before the day lets go
Of it's bright and lasting hold
And slips off into night's
Cool blue sky.
Sometimes I wish I was a star,
Shining bright and worlds apart.
When I look up to gaze,
At its elegance and its mystery.
I just wonder, does it have history.
Is there someone doing the exact same,
Sometimes in life things change
We watch what we used to have start to fade
Drift back into outer space, like Pluto from its planet name
People we used to know go as strangers as we walk by
If I reminded myself why I'm alive....
what would it be for?
If I asked myself for what purpose do I strive.....
what would I have in store?...
All I Can say is.....
She is pretty
One eye is
Just a bit greener
And she has
A beauty mark
Next to her lips
That’s hidden
In the crease of
Her smile
Because she’s almost always
Smiling.
What You Mean to Me
It seems like it started so long ago
You only had a picture to show
Remember when you switched to my class
Tears fall down my face, what is this, another heart break. At this point in time I am giving up. There is no reason to try with this kind of luck. If only I could find one special person who knew how to treat me right.
Walking down a new road, my eyes; a gyroscope. Looking around smiling happily, a good day, I hope. Walking down the same road relishing all that pass, my eyes; a sponge I pray that it will last. Walking on the same road I see a beautiful faw
No introduction
was necessary
For me to understand
the healing that these words
have had upon me
Fate or destiny
intervened
leading me down this
cathartic path
The air is really hard to breathe
The oxygen is choking me
The people are carrying me
They have unknown identities
Strange how people never see
The big picture of reality?
All they see is never seen
(poems go here)
A new daughter welcome into the family
A jewel
Her steps gentle
Her laughter an abyss heard only in innocent
I may be bruised,
But I’m not broken
I will not let an ugly past
Ruin a beautiful future
Still I rise
Look at me and tell me
What you see
Not someone that’s going to fail
I will succeed
There is the pain of the heart, that arises when the hope of love becomes unrequited....
There is so much misery, shame, and embarassment that one feels,
Please don't fret my child
You are never alone
Please forget the bad times
That made you cry and groan
A better day is coming
Just keep your head up high
Let postive vibes start running
In verse I will pour out
Vicarious memories
Things felt to keenly for the historian's art -
Here I will find solace
From cold objectivity,
And I will speak freely from my inner heart
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,
The cries of war surround
common soldier
as the men rush onward
in excitement and yell
But the opposition is fierce
and men fall fast
as straight as arrows
Common soldier obeys
Words are my escape. They are my thoughts expressed. They are how I understand myself. I write as an expression. The relief I feel is exquisite. When I write, I can make something beautiful. I can capture attention. I can captivate my readers.
Whisperer -- silent she floats through the trees of her
Choice, and the time of her breezes is none but of
Own; Inspiration and She are as one, unified,
Sighing through treetops who bow with her
Breath.
I'm sitting alone with my thoughts
and everything I've ever done wrong.
The silence is burning.
It screams in my ears.
Life is overwhelming
but it's all we have here.
What brought me here?
To this blank page
where words come to life.
You ask me why I write,
why my mind is drawn to type
about what makes me turn a question
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You showed me my face
when you looked in my eyes.
I used to stare at white walls with cobwebs splintering the corners.
I cried because my veins were hollow
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She lived by the sea
Her hair moved in gusts
that stirred the dead animals
as they moved their plato bones
The rippling grayness of water trickled beneath,Love, tender and sweet, was draw from its sheath.The hearts of two are intertwined as one,As the alluring season of autumn is begun.
They are just letters.
Lines and curves and slants and straights
Disorganized among the standard count of meter and rhyme.
Oh-ah-go-ji-ko-spij-pij-yo, a meaningless word.
Cigar smoke,
possibly from Belgium,
wafting through the air.
Children’s laughter;
the chime-like sound
of babbling brother and sister, perhaps.
A thin silhouette
Wind blows through trees without a rustle
And breathes white flowers across emerald hills:
Petals skipping over swaying grass,
Carried to the ocean through dewy clouds;
I really like you I do
This I know is true
There's nothing I wouldnt do for you
Just like the flowers need the sun to bloom
Just like the sun chases the moon
Reasons I write, there are many
Firstly there are no rules
I write what I want
How I want
Even so, I pay attention to spelling
And that pesky grammar
I write to express my views
What you run from stays with you longer
And what you fight eventually becomes stronger
This pessimism is taking a toll on me
It's like I can't even see who I set out to be
Play it as written, that's all.
Just play it exactly as written, just as the composer intended.
Everything is written in the score, just practice what is written, right?
No, that's absurd.
And reckless.
The crows in the corn field wait to feed
From my flesh, they anticipate to meet their needs
They wait for me to fall, to fail, to admit defeat
Why am I crying...
Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it...
Is my life leading me towards unhappiness,
Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
Best friends in daycare,
Leads to blushes in kidergarden.
First dates to the the fair,
First kisses in the garden.
All is great as the love is shared
As we become older things begin to change.
The whirlpools of loneliness
were pulling me down,
you were my lifeboat.
With all my effort
I forced myself
to push toward you.
Your kisses, your smiles,
your touch saved me
Words were spoken of hate,
Whispers of love.
And although we both loved
And hated,
Hate got to us.
We thought we’d be hurt by another.
Every minute of every day I look up to the sky and wonder
Is this what you call love or is it all in my mind
It could be raining and all I want, is to be with you, watching the thunder
My shoes had been more familiar to me than my own reflection.
If I didn’t have them on, I’d see my feet, disgusted at the imperfections.
His are the arms I wanna fall asleep in
The lips I want mine to never seperate from
Thehands that I NEVER want to slip away from
The heart that I NEVER want to be shunned from
I never want you to go away
I don’t love you as if you were the light to my night sky,
Or the light of a thousand suns that illuminate the heavens across space:
I love you ceaselessly without end or boundaries to abide by,
My mind is racing
My heart is pacing
Theres a tingling sensation in my fingertips
I Just Want To Be Happy!
NO!
It's right there within my reach
Please! Let me just grasp it
I smell the aura of destructionAll around OklahomaI feel the night all over againAll too well
The say the heart grows fonder with time
It's clearly the same case for mine
Times hasn't been long but hasn't but has been true
I feel this feeling calledlove for you
I will never explain how I truely feel
The Light of Innocence
In his eyes.
Chaste, and pale.
Like a lily in moonlight.
Sweet caramel,
heated by laughter,
ever gazing,
marveling,
at the Ocean afar; so untamed.
Some poets write in waves
Gushing thrushing pushing pulling
Some poets write in a steady flow
Every word weighted, pressing ahead
Still others dig canals
Line their words with the concrete
I have admired you from afar
I have talked to you for an eternity
Never once faltering on how I felt
Now fear is starting to set in
It is as if someone opened the jar
Fear being the majority
Hateful glares, hidden glances.
Romances.
Friend or foe? How are you to know?
Catch her if you can, as she
Rise, Rise, Rises.
Grind. Everyday.
Hurts. When all they see
Smile, warm dark seasons
I haven’t even begun to reason — whatit is you do to twist my brainAll the frays that have strained stop
Smooth, over and — quickIn the corner of my eye I see, lookMy tongue numbed
Connections, synapsesOutlandish birds living in the center of corrugated cardboard villages,Wind and the rain dissolving their trusted homes,They stayHoping they will grow back,Not realizing its temporal nature
The reasons I write are like
stars in the night.
Numerous and bright;
I sit in awe, in the light
that comes from lines
Of my emotions, my truth.
With my pen as the sleuth
Spring. I was struggling to bloom, for the new sun only scorched all in it's path.
Summer. Internally, frightened, I fought the heat. That was all you brought - no refreshing rain, no solace in shade.
Sitting at home on a hot summer's day,
A pen in my hand,
What in my poem could I possibly say?
There on the balcony the blue jay sits,
His feathers shining beneath Nature's light,
Our love so great let it be ever Shown
Like salt spread on obsidian black Stone
Our hearts beating in such great Rhapsody
Syncing together in just Harmony
Let the devout reverent choir Sing
Wanting Forever for your warmth to be near, Wanting Forever for your smile to be here to re-live your touch maybe too much, To Re-embrace you to be re-enter by you.
(From the touch of an instrument to slowing tempo, the high note, key to key, no beat in the surround sound but in the mind, round and round your mind goes, imgination goes exploring, exposed from the high end note, didn't know how music would be
Your eyes are like a remedy,
Your soft hands dry my tears.
Your heart is my soul's melody,
it makes me swallow all my fears.
Your embrace is like a dream when I'm asleep,
And then it's clear,
Lost in an abundance of love,
The lover gives the her heart a chance.
It’s been months since their friendship
Has grown they have been together in sickness.
And Each day becomes another diaries page.
Poetry.
Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message.
Myself.
Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today.
Poetry, a new found love.
(poems go here)Poetry.
Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message.
Myself.
Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today.
Poetry, a new found love.
Poetry.
Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message.
Myself.
Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today.
Poetry, a new found love.
It was a push to the mind of a younger me.
The teachers ignited that spark
and it grew, vastly and abundantly,
pouring onto pages with pieces of myself.
They always told me I could go anywhere.
Historical Revenue
I. Introduction: My name is MisDajania, pronounced ms-daja-nae
The light shines through the night;
Guiding the boatsman as he travels by.
The light shines through the night;
I'm torn between the two
My heart beats for both of you
I can't decide
I can't make up my mind
Because of the things that bind us
Like words of love, but lust decieves
I’m in love with a thing called loveBut love won't love me backAnd I don't know whyI’ve loved you since the 8th grade loveSo love me backI see her all the timeBut she won't let her love be mines
I scrapped my knees on a dirt road
and brought the filth home with me
Just so you'd clean me up and kiss me.
Answers aren't at the bottom of a whiskey bottle,
But misery is.
You're just a child whose been hurt,
And the world has hardened your heart.
Quick, precise, and subtle
That's the way I like to play
Like the tip of my tongue
Or the pretty silver pistol that is my gun
You are the reason autumn burns red
It bleeds to compete with your brilliance
Leaves fall as offerings when trees bow down
As you walk on by, hair like October’s gown
I write to tell my story in the realest way
I write to get my education on some day
I write as a college sophomore with hopes and dreams no better than those who surround me
I write for the ability to see the world someday
pushed in a locker with a blackened eye. head hits the back wall. falls unconcious. time passes by and the bell rings. too scared to move. too weak to push the door open. wanting to escape. the final bell rings. i open the door. ive escaped.
Why do I write poetry, you may ask?
Is it to satisfy a homework task?
To practice rhyming fancy words,
As if I were an English nerd?
But that is not it. You couldn’t be more wrong.
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
My shattered remains
Are scattered among the skies
and I’m just laying here in some... restive peace
Just waiting for that spark to ignite.
Is this really what the meaning is?
The meaning of life?
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
That summer I had just turned nineteen
Is when I saw you in shorts of camouflage green.
You saw me when you were playing football with some pals
The new world is waiting for you, ready to light the way.
Sitting back and watching the cold, unforgiving past simply fade away.
New opportunities just waiting to be fullfilled.
I write for power.
Power for she who will find the power in her heart.
I write for beauty.
Beauty for she who is beginning to see beauty in her mirror.
I write for hope.
My life can't be lived by others
So why do many try to control my actions
As I journey forward to a new life
My friend and family make factions
I have no hope for the past
looking at our target
changes nothing
but makes us dream
changing out actions
to create the better
gets us moving
Step up, say your piece. Listen to my words. Hear me speak. Close your mouth and listen here. All these emotions I have bottled up, I've kept them to myself. I've shut up, but writing allows me to speak my mind.
My heart over whelmed with emotions,
My mind flooded with thoughts.
I didn't know how to voice them,
So behind my lips words were constantly fought.
Tried to voice these emotions in so many ways,
Always that Lone Ranger
Running with the bulls
Every hour encountering trouble and undesirable stress.
With a pen and paper,
Life seems easier.
The thrilling Savior of humanity
That
I write to be free,
To see another fate beyond the trees,
Scratching on the door of closer,
When I can be me and let imagination take over.
Typing on a steady rhythm of a key,
As steady and mellow of the sea,
What is it about a fire escape?
A rusty, old fire escape
attached to a building that has seen many years,
many faces...
What is it about a place to sit
that looks out over a small world...
Autumn comes and goes and soon the flowers die
No Honeysuckle to last as the cold encroaches on her
Down the hillside she use to grow but wilted stalks now lie
Not to rise again ‘til spring so winter’s wind cannot shiver
It all starts with the spotlight on me
My heart as if to burst
Hand clinched to tight my forearms fatigue
Inhaling deep for a second of relief
I am not from
"the hood",
"the hicktown",
nor
the city.
I am not
Hispanic,
African,
European.
I am not
a star athlete,
a top student
of my class,
I've been wanting to cry.
Wanting to let it all out.
but I need not punch and pout
Or to just scream and shout.
Inside I dive into a flow.
More gentle than a stream.
where my rhymes just row,
When thoughts weren't enough,
I turned to you.
When no one would listen,
I turned to you.
When no one understood,
what my heart has been through
I'd open this book,
and I'd write to you.
Seven girls danced on a hill,
On the last day of December.
It was a short moment to fill,
Wishing this time would last forever.
As winter was moving to spring,
Seasons of life moved as well.
If words can be a weapon and a bandage both
Forgiving and transgressing with a little flick
Yelling and whispering complements and jeers
On this I then wonder why they need not a leash
The Sound of Thunder cracks
On the back of her chest
This ex-con yelled louder mightier
Than any Lion could roar
Yet when all is said and done,
done and said, she still is the same
Snap, Pop, Crack!
There goes an elbow with one firm grasp.
La la la watching those tears mixed in,
Is water, blood, and all the hope
plus determination flowing from that corpse
Reminiscing is a word of a thousand blows
A picture that pierces my soul for many pros’
The struggles that made me enlightened like a turtle in their slows
The years have flown by like birds fleeing in throes
Poetry is like a window
Where nothing is hidden
The transparency of it all
Makes you go the far distance
To show your true emotion
Feels like your floating in an ocean
The ease of your mind
Im ready, i was born ready,
to suit up with armor, my helmet heavy,
i look up to the crowds they shout and scream,
as we approach the field, or the battle ring,
Adore all your acknowledgeable achievements
Be brave and boast your beauty
Condense all your clouds of concerns
Demonstrate determination
Exercise and embrace every exciting expertise
I was always fascinated by the universe of New York and all the stars that hailed from its solar system but Brooklyn was a bitter taste that was hard to swallow.
Torn in each direction
Heavily each force draws
Enveloping the sole will
Yearning to be free
Except it’s not enough
X over each lie and fault
Perceiving gone they still are there
Yesterday is one less piece in forever.
Onward moving without regret,
Understanding nothing of human pain.
Sometimes it would be nice to put Time on a leash,
Eventually It could understand what it puts us through.
(poems go here) Dearest mine,
put down your needle,
pick up your thread, and come away-
Dearest mine,
pick up your feet,
draw up on those heavy limbs-
Dearest mine,
walk away from impossible,
As I grew older, my mind became bolder
With every touch of passion, I become clutched
I began to write when I began to reason reality, a creative formation status of my full mentality
There is something missing between there and here
Hope is not enough to cross the great divide
Everything is riding on this
Choosing whether to stand or run
Having lost sight of the road
Under darkness we fall
Broken Ones
You’ve been covered by black
A sadness that surrounds you
You’ve been laced in pain
You’re helpless to free yourself
You’ve been sitting in doubt
If you feel like you don’t belong
Have you heard a mocking bird?
Every time he sings it is another bird’s song—
Just mockery exits his throat,
Only to lure someone into a bigger trap.
I know some mocking birds well—
Never a fowl word,
Maybe this is a beginning of a story,
You’ll never know.
Far from the beginning and the end,
Another person might see the truth.
The question is can you?
Hearing only what you care to,
Why am I so inspired?
I'm not tired.
It's almost midnight,
But I got to write.
Words in my head,
Won't let me go to bed.
I'll just let them flow,
Until they get slow.
Why am I so inspired?
I'm not tired.
It's almost midnight,
But I got to write.
Words in my head,
Won't let me go to bed.
I'll just let them flow,
Until they get slow.
Some are Suns, and some are Moons,
And some of us are Stars;
And some of us shine brightly
In this universe of ours;
The greatest ones shine bright and clear
Outshining all the rest;
We the invisible
While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there
The misfits the world never bothered what to do with
Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics
Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
There was nothing more between us
But some pleasant conversation
Though when you looked right at me
My heart had palpitations
My heart had opened up
For love (to come from you)
Waking up in the mornings and trying to find some motivation
I fought the urge to tell someone about my recent separation
They acted like I had a killer disease with no possible vaccination
Why do I write?
I write to live and I write to breathe
And to tell the stories that many aren't able to speak
The thoughts that the pen provokes the paper to say
Allows one voice to be the voice of many
(poems go here) Shades of blue casting over stripes of gold; I watch as the colors shift from light to dark, and slowly the blackness conquers, razing any hint of sunlight that may shine through my window.
Sweet fly on the wall,
no one cares at all.
Waiting for your fall.
still no one to call.
Attack, attack they would say.
Ghastly figures to obey.
SWAT SWAT, oh dismay.
Why no pity, no different way?
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.
Is it the beginning,
where beginners dream of winning
or is it the end,
where dreamers decide on quitting?
River flows by
Like years of my life
A school of faith
Where someone showed me why
The words flow like water
Water of forgiveness
Flowing faster and faster
When the mind's just a mess
Silence Yes that's me
But silent isn't what I want to be
It's much too empty and way too still
But make of it what you will
Silence isn't always bad
But not much silence have I ever had
One Day I Was Asked,
Why Do You Write ?
And The Person Expected A Simple Reply Such As,
It's Just Fun To Do
But My Reply Was Something Utterly Different
When I was a kid I would constantly dream
About how I wanted my life to be
But I was afraid that I might lose my life to mediocrity
I feared not being able sustain my concentration
The traitors of the past were never washed away
They have procreated and created the haters of today
They continue to feed of negativity
And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
Stripped of my confidence,
I am struck by your harsh words.
You tell me that I cannot do it,
that I cannot achieve my dreams.
I am a fool, a mistake into this world.
A loner. A nobody.
The fight never ends for me.
My life, also known as the never-ending battle.
Murder. Murder my fear.
Kill. Kill the hate I feel.
The day will come when my enemy
takes my loved ones away from me.
Angels without wings can never fly,
But they still try to reach the sky,
Not knowing what's beyond,
A land of paradise,
A place of lies,
A field of happines and joy,
A room without even a single noise,
Angels without wings can never fly,
But they still try to reach the sky,
Not knowing what's beyond,
A land of paradise,
A place of lies,
A field of happines and joy,
A room without even a single noise,
As I aim to try, though I work and cry,
It's all just a lie which I will not deny.
I try to gain, in introspect,
A sense of wonder and respect.
The mental state of a young black kid is contended
The fast life he has seen on the screen is addictive
Having money and clothes is all he thinks about
Plus the thought of cigars going in his mouth
I am a symptom of your disease
Hopped up on overdoses of caffeine
Because from hate, love breeds
I am a symptom of your disesase
Flinting fire fairies fly
As the dance of the phoenix burns inside
And as that scorching heat burns eagerly
Golden yellows, ruby reds, grow rapidly
This blistering beauty seems to co-exist complacently,
All is not lost
Blossoms bloom through frost.
Can’t the impossible be just a myth?
Did not David beat Goliath?
Everyone faces trials,
Fear, doubts, and denials.
Grin and bear it.
Are not we young with time to live,
With many years of love to give.
Although warm pleasures might grow old
Enjoy them now to soothe the cold.
You are made of:
sticks and stones and
the velvet of every cloud you could ever touch.
Going down a broken path;
You wonder how long it will last.
You're blinded by the dark that's surrounded you
And you're not quite sure what else to do.
As he looks into the mirror, he sees a stranger with sharp eyes glaring
Who is this thing looking back at him?
Thick, dark brows furrow and small beady eyes look smaller
Who is this creature staring?
Gotta go truckin’ some novacane
Watch this paranoia hurricane
Blow this fuckin static pain away
Red razor sharp pain away
Whose thy hand taketh pain away?
Twitch my aches sail the sea of sane
Common is just an excuse
For what we hate and often times lose
Don’t just be, fly towards what allows your spirit loose
Start a revolution; we are more than what we choose
If only for but a moment I could understand why the words on your lips enchant me so, I would be satisfied.
When it began, no one could tell
How hard it was for me
I was just like the other boys and girls
Just with more energy
It's that time of August
Everyone gathers around the television
Friends and family
Flags in one hand,
Beer in the other
Lifted spirits muffle the opening ceremony
But where's David?
Never Had Anyone to depend on,
show me the way,
the straight way.
So I thought to go get it on my own,
Make it on my own.
Had it fixed in my mind.
I want to invisible
never again seen
you are my tormentor
so cruel and mean
i have listened to you laugh
you haven't heard me cry
do you know how it feels
i ask myself why
do you know my pain
Don’t call me weak,
because a movie can cost me a tear.
I can be emotional, so to speak.
But calling me weak, I don’t adhere.
I write to create a realistic image in your subconscious mind
To create a way to express my thoughts, leaving mouth from my entering mind
My poetry is more than just the similes and rhymes
The work of the hands was obsolete they say,
Trying to cure the weed-ridden turf,
But they forgot about my father today,
His knees crack with effort in the dirt,
Grass heads tickle against forgiving sun-rays.
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Knock you out faster than Muhammed Ali
Because the situation in this nation
requires some retaliation, vindication and education.
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
Every thing doesn’t come easy.
Everything doesn’t come cheap.
Everything won’t just be handed to you.
See if you want what I got, you got to dig for me.
Fast moving,
Cars zooming.
Buildings towering,
Ever empowering.
Ships gliding,
Tour guiding.
Ever improving,
Always booming.
Living in a crowded space as people move from place to place
I stare at the blurs of colors in my eyes and wonder were am I?
Were am I in this sea of blues, greens, and inbetweens?
I was laying out in the snow one fine day,
Wondering what life's journey was in my way.
I looked out with a blank stare,
Realizing moments like these are very rare.
Standing there optimistic about whats ahead,
The gym is my Tabernacle,
A place I long for, a place I seek.
A safe haven from all the daily disgust.
The gym is a war against my muscles, A place my sprit is freed,
Brand new day, full of light.
Open the curtains, what a sight.
Put it behind you, leave it all behind.
Beautiful day, time to start new.
Sticks and stones, they no longer hurt you.
Down the stairs into the hall,
I cannot draw to save my life,Nor paint nor sculpt nor color;I cannot build inspired domes,Nor compose a simple measure.
My Dear,
You say you can't write.
When you speak - your voice -
Your words, erratic - halting
Shine of Emily Dickinson,
Unexpected - but lovely all the same.
Red hot fire burns within.
A dark smoky haze surrounds me,
I choke on the hazy aura of depression.
My mind fogs over
I lose myself in the all consuming darkness
I might break. I already have.
Behind crumbled walls,
Sunlight bleeds through crevices.
Joy arrives at morn.
I tell them what I am,
Try to be who I am
It's not enough
I'm nothing to them
I am who I am.
Nothing will change that.
They say I'm a trashy whore,
That I'm a disrespectful brat.
What do you call success
does it show who is the best
Is it the opposite of homeless
or does it mean no stress
Having money will allow you to get cars and clothes
Sure you get hoes, but you cant keep them hoes
He has all these opportunities but does he see the things he needs? Does he know the love he shares is worth a lot more than he can compare?
(poems go here) As I sit back, reminisce,
and wonder why,
why I am who I am,
and my eyes become watery and I start to cry.
I believe there are more than a lot of ways you can die.
But through my eyes there is only one way to live life.
You gotta live it to the fullest but not eat it all away.
Broken glass at my feet.
The sound of thunder couldn't even defeat me now.
Anger strikes me like a bolt of lightning.
I understand why I feel like this now.
I was new at twelve in middle school of hell.
The beep,
The ping,
Spikes the fear.
What will it be now?
What will it bring?
She reaches,
She reads,
Her eyes begin to sting.
Her cheeks are wetted as her blood boils,
She cried.
In that room, with all of them together, it was as if they were all empty bodies.
They began to fill themselves with the words that wept from his tongue.
They lashed out at the crowd, shaming each heart.
Who am I?
I'm a dreamer, I'm a realist
I'm a student, I'm a teacher
I'm a friend, I'm a sister
I am young, but I am wise
I am fearless, but reserved
I am happy, but I am worried
The song of the unspoken soldier
I am not sure why we were to be left here.
Gunshots blowing, streaking past our faces.
The great abyss of death and sadness
Only to be remised as light streaking by our eyes.
I fail sometimes.
Feel hard time of all kinds.
I fall on my face
And I make mistakes.
I've been lost before.
Lost at sea, whipped by waves
Never washed ashore.
Who am I?
I wonder as I stare at the sky.
I think about my life and can't help but wonder ..why?
What is my purpose?
I ponder while gazing into the fire of furnace.
What am I like beneath the surface?
A Good Black Man
Our old memories of you
Fly by us fast
And everything we
REMEMBER of u is now in the past
You once told my mommy
If you work she wouldnt
HAVE to work again
A good black man
I wish I could see the light,
But that's a struggle, a fight.
The past has made me stronger
Indeed, I shall live longer
Staring at a wall is like a painter with a blank canvas
You don't know what to make
To create
What is your inspiration?
Grab that bottle of red paint and throw away your paintbrush
To first climb the ladder,
You must step the stairs.
One at a time, beware of bears.
Don't be interfere. It's just a sign.
The anger inside clawing it's mind.
Mind if I asked?
Hiding in the closet while teardrops are flowing
Wondering when is this feeling of despair going to end
But wait!! I see a light peaking through these hidden doors
Or is it my future looking bright as the blazing sun
If I cannot write
There is an emptiness inside me
The hopeful beacon of light
I am no longer able to see
Words are my salvation
The only things in which I truly believe
See, words begin and end
A single tear holds the most sorrow
A day was here, next there's no tomorrow
A dreamer lost up in his cloud
Reality had to bring him down
Who holds the future now?
I tried finding my reflection in the window
But the night swallowed it up
There was so much nothing that I hoped to live
Before the night changed its mind
Poetry is a wild creature. Like a bird in flight or a beast on the prowl.
It does not answer for its words. Nor does it answer the questions that we pose it.
Poetry simply becomes.
I often sit and wonder,
What I’m going to do with my life,
No matter how hard I try,
It always ends in strife.
What do you love?
What do you hate?
All I want to do,
Is leave it up to fate.
The rising of the crescent moon begins the wishing hour,
The stars erupt, align, & appear with enchanting power,
For lovers & dreamers, those lost & those found,
The clouds will dissipate,
People Love to see a Black Men Struggling or Hustling on the Streets Where I'm From They Love seeing A Negro Sagging His Pants With Gold Teeth in His Mouth Where I'm Everybody & They Momma Are wanna Be Thugs & Gangsta Thats Why Most People
through all the struggle ,and all the pain ,i will keep on dancing through the rain. keep my smile with hidden tears.I will learn to conquer all my fears.
You're hot then you're cold, you play with me.
Make me dream big things within your limits.
They tell me you're bad, corrupt and dirty
but I like everything about you
I'll leave you soon, I tell everyone
She slips past my fingertips like a ghost
Swims through the riverbeds of my bloodstreams
And rests at the shores of my ribcage
We meet at the intersection between life and death
Her tides push
And pull me
the stars align
in a set design
they climb
and strive
atop the clouded line
reminding
you of what you've become in time
don't let go
of what you've been told
I watch anguish drag it’s grubby body to my toes,
I am decidedly defenseless, and only my eyes grow wide
As the gates in my chest close
Crushing my heart and lungs in heavy encasement.
It is pain? Or is it joy?
The story of many, yet unique to us all.
The workloads of life, giving us too much to haul,
And the joyous of times in good news' call.
We must understand that the long suffering is a profit,
I've been tired and hungry
I've been lost and been left.
I've been lied on and spied on
I've been beaten and bereft.
I've been preyed on and prayed for
without a prayer of my own
So scared and diminutive
she looked craddled in that corner...
completely unresponsive
with short quick spasms
to let us know she was still here.
this could have all been avoided of course,
Society stalks me,
A spectre of the REM world,
Like Krueger…it creeps up on me,
Only this time…I know I won’t wake up.
My life is a terrible secret, trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
I.
I always said I would live in a city like this
when I was old enough to run away
and not get caught. And now I live on a hill
that overlooks the place I once sketched from dreams.
I look up to the sky and sun
To give me inspiration
They tell me that they’re down to none
Due to past generations
I look for it in every place,
Sound, sight, smell, and sensation;
Darkness behind my eyelids
Earth experiences the same darkness
As the sun’s light is captured by the moon
My curtains of flesh rise with the sun
As it illuminates my surroundings
The girl looks at her own reflection
Wondering if she's going in the right direction
Life seems so confusing and often bittersweet
She wonders what she can say when it's all complete
So, tell me, now who made this mouth of clay?
What mighty being formed you from the dust?
The One who watches you by night and day,
And hears you every thought in open trust;
The Man who takes upon your heavy load,
I'm just walking, trying to get by.
Irritated by the fact, I don't even try.
Excuses after excuses, what is there left to say.
I'm in the fetal position, and all I can do is pray.
Sometimes its good
To know what you want in life
To have a direction
And a purpose in living
But then again
It burns inside
And brings tears to your eyes
When that vision is threatened
Words have flown south
for the winter; no rhymes
are left to roost in the
eaves of my brain. My pen is
in hand and my paper ready,
but without words I am blank
and empty, my mind a placid
We are so much more than what you see in the videos on TV
We are so much more than the rocks on our chain
Or the chronic smoke that clouds our brain
We are so much more than the sagging of our pants
Life is a game of chance like rolling the dice Life is not all fun and games there are things you have to sacrifice You can’t dance your way through situations you have to pay a price I have many things on my plate; as a result I am full of life W
I wanna be alright
I’ll learn how to swim
but the waters just so deep
I’m sinking in
no life guards around
nobody to be found
when I jumped in the river
no one could hear the sounds
farther away
than one can imagine
dotting the sky
in a blanket
of comfort and insignificance
these stars
they watch us
and they see us
as we really are
What you run from stays with you longer
And what you fight eventually becomes stronger
This pessimism is taking a toll on me
It's like I can't even see who I initially set out to be
So I hide what I really want to say
I sleep without rest,
Eat without fill,
Drink with no satisfaction,
I look at the world I have but do not see it as my own,
My love,
My body,
My home,
For none are mine,
Six thousand years
Religion is still here
A god still questioned
A book full of lessons
The future is planned
By a very great man
Over time I have learned
The reason I have yearned
Tired of sitting in the dark, a silent chord, a forgotten voice lost in the abyss of my world.
I want to create and never fade away.
I want to see a light in my chest, purpose in my step and a grin on my face.
I've been inspired
By this great desire
To surpass my oppressors
Become my dream's defender
They will come true, they must
If not my efforts will go unjust
Life is precious as a crystal door
But you vandalize it
And chastise it
Until it hits the floor.
Suicide is permanent-
Life is worth living for
Why loose what is yours
When you can keep it?
Quiet settles on my lips and on my heart,
Not even a sound the dropping pin brings,
Push down and kicked down;
Not even an echo off these strings.
there's a girl who's always been inside of me.
I sometimes glimpse her in the mirror,
in puddles and compacts and display windows.
She’s the kind of girl who writes secrets in the night sky,
It may be your family
Pushing you.
It may be your friends
Pushing you.
Or It may be
You
Pushing you.
No matter whom it is;
You push forward,
You push past the hurt,
You push toward
It begins when
The innocence of white
Flirts with a tease of pink.
A white dove
Grows strawberry lips.
And soon comes the thirst.
The passion.
A rosy cheek
And burning tongue
A person is as good as their inner image. One should never be judged for the way that they look. Every individual has the right to be looked at by their talents, and the way they treat others.
Live life
Love life
Live happy.
Be happy
Stay happy
Live a life of happiness and always be alive.
Darkness falls and all are sleeping
All but one
At midnight a door opens to the night
Two bright eyes peer out
Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
The brush of life paints a beautiful peice of work depending on how the artist reacts to the changes of the canvis.Using paints better known as emotions the stroke of hands that have seen both death and life within the same year glide with grace.
Mental manipulations manipulate your mind, while you are a sitting empty crack.
A treasured wrapper, unwrapped and tossed after being sucked of whatever treasures you have inside.
Just one look,
Was all it took.
You shoot my breath away.
With every word that you say.
I long for that time
When your hand can be in mine.
A peaceful bliss,
A night such as this.
I forgot to do my homework
"Dude that's so gay!"
My mom won't let me hang out tonight
"Aw man that's gay"
How does this top make me look?
"incredibly gay"
I like radio static
and sleeping by rivers
in a tent,
with wood smoke as my blanket
and campfire glow
as my pillow.
Don't listen to what anyone tries to say
You look beautiful no matter how much you weigh
But if you'd like to look better some day
Go outside, run, exercise and play
I like the way things are now:
How I can stand at the edge
The sidewalk stopping
Cars flying by, missing everything
Without feeling so tempted to run
To get away
Because where I am now is fine.
(poems go here) The words go flowing round and round
my drive crashes straight into the ground
As I continue to think of anything I can
I realize that words are starting to pan
Struggling within the mindtricks of doubt,
A voice corresponding the everlasting route.
A system of finding possible self definition.
A move to the dance inwhich lacks a transition.
Here's to the ones that allow negativity to swell their minds
To only see the falsehoods implemented by their brain
Who don't see what is in front of them, but has believed to see within each and every positive action
Shrouded in Darkness,
A Spark of Ingenuity,
Hope ignites all.
Peace, Serenity
Hands all interconnected,
Mankind's problems all solved.
(poems go hPresent thoughts have driven me to find
Some dream in the future that I have in mind
Yes it has been official since I was a junior
Culinary was the one before but it’s not anymore
Open your mind,
say the old voices, the new voices.
Once Saturday morning I heeded those voices,
eyes burning, and went outside
in the light of the grass, as green and gray
~man of the hour
i waited way too long
met women that should be strong
but he left and did her wrong
but baby here i am
the man of the hour
the one to give you power
you see, im here however
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain.
Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
People in life sometimes need a shine.
You don't have to a star nor even a dime.
As kid you grow, and find whats inside.
Go on little kids, show how you can shine.
Show the world and life that theres nothing to hide.
I'm ready to live,
and get out of here.
I'm ready to fly,
to forget my fear.
I'm ready to do things
I've never done.
I'm ready to find myself,
to be someone.
I'm ready to see
The fresh scent of urine and city musk shot up to my nostrils as we got off of the overly crowded
F train. Heavenly scent.
(poems go here) One way or another you find it ok to act as two
Although the saying says to "be you"
But you find that difficult
Surrounding yourselves with people who are just like you, but don't love you
(poems go here) The lovely, mild, sun-swept air
Exhales a warm, sweet breeze.
Slim branches clothed in frothy green
Sway gently on the trees.
Hey, you!
Me? Me who?
Me with the glasses?
Me who is short?
Me who is heavy?
Me with soft, clear skin?
Me with tea-streaked skin?
Me with milk-brown eyes?
Me with dark, vancant eyes?
Back when I was a ballerina
I turned and twirled
With leotards and pink tutus.
I sautéed.
I plied.
I turned and went the wrong way on stage
And provided plenty of laughs for my family.
When Black clouds darken your sky,
They Steal your Hope inside,
And you just feel like crying,
Search for the Silver Lining,
"Inspiration"
I laugh, cry and think
smile-I feel it now..
Inspiration here to play a role
Flipped on like the light switch of my soul.
The check on your sneakers does not represent the latest fashion. It is the slave driver of your mind whipping away another greenback from your piggy thats just been stolen and given to children to increase obesity in America.
I only breathe twice a day,
As I fear the world
but yearn for it to tilt upon my finger tips
grazing the nerve endings
As for I am nothing more than a grain of salt
compared to the ocean.
There was one day,
When the world was hid away,
That time in place did stay.
The sun was high,
Up in the sky,
And summer didn't fly by.
The Light
that comes when they finally see
a figment becoming reality.
The Shadows
that once existed
in the outskirts
of their mind,
resides in their hands.
The Inspiration
New day different dream, New night different thought, Living life to the fullest because I know happiness can not be bought.
Dreaming of a dream thinking how will I accomplish, I wish I had the answer to be quite honest.
Once again I'm stuck in time
Frozen in thoughts
Crossing every and all spectrums
I call it...being in my feelings
In efforts to continue my lie
And with a sigh the cycle restarts until
Who is Brandy? She's more than smooth brown skin and luscious thighs .. who is Brandy? She's more than her bald head and brown eyes .. who is Brandy ? She is more than her smart mouth and round back side .. who is Brandy?
When I was a child, this one question came up a lot,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
My answer was always “A teacher ,” but with that answer people fought.
Some nights I
get on my knees and
pray to my savior.
Hoping one day this
grind will bring a
reward.
So i can buy my
mama the finer things
we could't afford,Back
in the hood when all our
I'm known to be a dreamer,
It's my way of sanctuary
but surrounded by closed minds,
Made me less a believer
I am a dreamer, but darkness shrouds me
Storms my mind until my memory
Is washed away
Here I dissociate, alone in awe I am taught
I see what the silence has tried to show me all along
occasionally blinded by intent of the selfish sort
I can never truly understand until I learn to dissolve
What happens to a dream fulfilled?
Does it soar into the sky?
And hang there like a cloud?
Or does it flitter into a heart -
Where it stays alive and never parts?
Perhaps it emerges in someone's smile -
Industrial Revolution
Builds on her the loneliest right.
Liberty has occupation,
Though she's victim of Mans' old rite.
Let’s Go Back!!
Let’s Go Back, back in time, where we began to rhyme
Singing hymns to kill times, of inequality,
let’s go back where we loved each other
while marching for justice
It would’ve been an honor to be a Freedom Rider
To be able to fulfill my desire
To sacrifice my life for a change
For the exchange
Of a better tomorrow
I have the right to school
I have the right to live my way
You have no say
I have the right to speak
Thats my rule
To live everyday
I have rights
Here we are
Here we stand
We are living out God's own plan
We are the children of the dream
I don't need another new year to start a change
I am a change
I am stricken with the paint of bigots,
Cast in the colors they throw on me.
I am mulatto, all coffee and cream.
But when I am looked at, not seen, but looked at,
You seduced me.
Drew me in
played me for the fool
and I bit
took the bait
tried to dart away
only driving the hook
in deeper
Sweat and blood cradle it,
It’s the mothers old hands that
Wove its breath.
High above myself and earth,
I can see freedom slowly drifting
Across towering mountains and dark
Clouds.
Separate
Has never been
And never will be
Equal.
Paging through the textbooks of history and time
The white, clean pages
Have been bleached of any color.
Black history relegated
Blinking sweat from his eyes,
His heart is on the verge of defunct,
Light irises face his.
Wild with fear,
His stomach solidifies like rime.
In.
The air is fresh.
Out.
Eyelids rise, open to the bright challenge
Brightness fades, leaving only a clearing.
The challenge remains,
yet the possibilities are easier to see.
In.
When all we could see was black and white
those memories we all hold onto so tight
for those people that nothing could ever go right
you're struggles were worth it
You hear the waves pounding on the rocks... You know if you get caught in it you'll die immediately but there's no going back.
This poem is a dedication to my son Deshon Johnson who was mowed down by a Coach USA bus driver operating NJ Transit public transportation bus.
Ooh! Nature
Ooh! Nature! Everywhere…
Full of green, red, blue
God gave us birth
to clean the dirt.
Nature contains ocean
which is in continuous motion.
Nature has trees.
That grass, moving back and forth, at the end of the world will be the only thing alive.
Not yet. The grass is dancing with the wind.
A petal falls on it, a petal lost, wandering about with the guidance of the wind.
My journey starts here
But , where do I go?
High hopes here and there
But , where do I go?
This test is like a show
But , where do I go?
Options weighing high and low
But , where do I go?
Inspiration fills my soul
Keeping me going on this lonely road
Finding ways to keep my cool
Learning how to spot the fools
Music thearapy for my body and soul
More room for the new, sayonara to the old
Same me, but wiser and bold
often portrayed as heartless and cold
my emotions are opposite of Django, chained and controlled
Freedom: The power or right to act, think or speak as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Ask me am I free. It’s what our people fought so hard to be.
Raped by the master so now our children are born into slavery.
There are a lot of people that Fear what they don't know,
The questions then turn into aggressions leaving them stuck in a hatred zone.
Why must people fear the original and the different?
When the world surrounds you to bind your evolution
Break free
Break free from the people who mock your ambitions and belittle your dreams
Don’t let them tell you that your not meant to be brilliant
Flash goes a light across the sky
Boom goes the thunder following
I walk to the window
Where I watch the storm brewing above
As I watch I see it hit the water
Got no money, job or car
But I know I’ll make it far
I’m about my education
But I’m reaching for the stars
Where leaves are green and trees are tall,
Where water roars and eagles call,
Where night will come and silence fall,
There I wish to be.
A place where deer and wolf run free,
those quiet sparks of this world
embers,
silently flickering,
faintly glittering with fleeting
Light
invisible to focused eyes
seen only by
eyes full of stars,
thought up only in
A simple color that is red,
Can stand for many things,
It can be the color of a dress,
It can be your little brother’s hair.
It can be your favorite lipstick that you always wear,
Her name is but 12 letters long
Her height is only 4’11”
But she is a dynamo that ignites any stage she steps onto
Her blonde hair; infectious smile and extraordinary strength are something I envy
I remember the stars
in the night
they carried my hopes and dreams
I remember the stars
from years ago
I remember the stars of tonight
But even more, the stars
remember me.
Dear light switch,
How I pity you.
How I wish I could comfort you.
The troubles you go through.
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,
Beat ‘em all
Through education
Raising my satisfaction
Claiming the gratification
Leaving the misconstruction
The misrepresentation
Choosing my destination
Predetermined by glorification
Strum of a guitar
Beat of a drum
Note of a piano
Bar by bar
Melodies flood my mind
My head sways with the rhythm
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 love falling.
Tripping,
Aching,
Hurting my knees.
I love being hurt.
I adore the gnawing pain and heartache,
And I revel in the feeling of loss.
The words,
"No, you can't!"
We all have door with a lock but no key
We all have our secrets, our past, our deeds
We've seen the ups and we've seen the downs
We've seen our loved ones placed in the ground
We've been scared and scarred
Inspire me, inspire me.
Aid me, wonderful muse.
A love song, a horror story, cliffhanger, maybe?
Anything at all, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
Art is a dream that I cannot escape,
It’s more than just colors and paper and shapes,
Appearing in sights I see every day,
I get lost in the beauty that’s on display,
The gears in my mind spin with furious haste,
At the edge of the Universe
There is nothing, no one, no where
I don’t know how, but I am there
I open my eyes
And close them again
I am floating in the sea
Slowly pulled inwards
I gaze up at the stars.
They twinkle down at me
as my mind wanders
and I’m numb with thoughts.
They twinkle down at me,
I admire their bright shine.
And I’m numb with thoughts.
Take me away.
Laying here, delighting in the warmth of the sun You made
Receiving Your tender kisses as the rays hug the backs of my legs
These sticks that I walk on
These soles that give me balance
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
The child looked at his mother and asked:
Mommy who’s that woman
That looks so strong, but
Cries every night in her room alone?
Rebirth is my name,
the act of resurrection.
Many think it pointless
but my name helps define me
rebirth is who i am,
for it has already begun
She was,
Independent, Smart, Diligent,
Now she is,
Despondent, Weak, Pathetic--
She was,
my Idol, my bestfriend, My Mother.
Now she is,
a Lush, a deadbeat, A Stranger--
'A kiss is a speial touch of feeling on your lips of another. When these two lips touch, magic happens and your lips start to tingle.
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, who is like a brother to me, Bryce Calta.
Pale, soft, light
gentle flowing
a stream of plush,
an undeniable fuss
trickling down drops
transparent sweet bliss
intertwining down the path
roads with spoons rather
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.
My inspiration
No valid reason
Just a person
Only one
He changed me
My ways of life
For the better
I couldn't fight
I wouldn't fight
Just caught flight
Continued to soar
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
Why waste away your heart and lose your soul?
Everyday brings a chance to convey,
Renewed meaning of life,
Revived displays of beauty,
And vibrant essence of bright futures.
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
Sunlight streams through the window
An angel awakens from her sleep
Her wings white as snow
Halo bright as gold
Smile as bright as day
Beautiful like the ocean bay
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
Inspiration
Thought
Process
A dream achieved
Faces a dream deferred
A dream achieved
Means success occurred
A dream achieved
Had mountains to climb
A dream achieved
It burns in the back of my mind,
day and night the burning goes,
bursting to be untethered,
lust, fear, sorrow and pride,
its all here,
in the back of my mind,
but if I were to unleash these inner demons,
Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am,
little old me,
staring into the eternity of darkness.
Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved,
by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.