Speak Your Mind
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An inspiration of words, whispered one last time; for a crowd of mouths to listen.
An inspiration of sound, screamed with passed-on passion; for one to know, and many to hear.
It feels like I'm blind and cant see, like I'm stranded in the middle of the sea, like I'm submerged under water and can't breathe, like my sarrows are an obvious fact that no one will believe.
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
Fly away, fly away my pretty little bird
Why won't you fly away?
Your wings are torn, batered, and broke, why won't you fly away, way
Why wont you fly away?
I’d change the homophobia, the fear and the hate,
The suppression of expression we face each day,
The way they look at us as though we’re not quite right,
Feel the vibe flowing through my veins
Opening a never-ending wealth of spiritual domain
So mentally taxing I can't help but wonder what will remain
Anger is…
Danger
It’s a cruel thing that hurts
Rather than help
It causes wars
It causes sores
It causes people to act out violently
When they should be acting passively
Curse words, punches,
AND ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS ARE YOU OKAY OR DO YOU MERELY SAY YOU ARE TO AVOID WEIRD GLANCES AND LONG AWKWARD TALKS ABOUT FEELINGS THAT DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXCEPT ENSURE THAT YOU WILL NEVER TALK TO ANYONE AGAIN ARE YOU OKAY OR DO Y
THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO KISS MY OWN WOUNDS EVEN THOUGH I STILL SOMETIMES PRETEND THAT IT IS YOUR LIPS AND YOUR HANDS AND YOUR WORDS AND YOUR LOVE BUT I AM THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS WILLING TO MAKE ME BETTER RIGHT NOW AND I A
I NEED RESCUING OVER AND OVER AND AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE I CANNOT REACH ALL THE WAY DOWN MY THROAT AND PULL THE WEED OUT ROOTS AND ALL SO IT GROWS BACK AN INFINITE NUMBER OF TIMES UNTIL I AM CRYING AND IT IS SLOWLY KILLING ME AND
WHAT I DONT UNDERSTAND IS WHY IS LOVE SO READILY AVAILABLE TO SOME PEOPLE BUT SO HARD FOR ME TO ACCESS WHY IS IT SO EASY FOR ME TO LOVE OTHER PEOPLE BUT HARDER THAN HELL TO LOVE MYSELF AND WHY IS IT OKAY THAT I CAN SO COMPLETELY IN
PINK LIPS AND A TONGUE MADE OF FIRE AND CRACKED TEETH LIKE AN OLD PORCELAIN SINK THIS IS WHY I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD THIS IS WHY I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOUR BLOOD FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I TRY TO CUT IT OU
BECAUSE YOU AND I ARE LIKE ASHES FALLING INTO THE BATHTUB WATER OFF OF THE END OF YOUR LIT CIGARETTE AND I AM SO SAFE AND YOU ARE SO DANGEROUS AND WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER YOU TRIP LIGHTLY FROM THE FLAMES AROUND YOU AND FIZZLE OUT IN M
I am hardwired to feel every emotion so deeply that I have to rip holes in my skin to let them out and I am not human enough to be considered alive on the other side of it all
IT IS ELEVEN FIFTY EIGHT ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT AND I AM LYING IN A HOTEL BED WITH YOUR NAME ON MY WRIST STARING AT THE CEILING AND IM TRYING SO FUCKING HARD NOT TO CRY BUT HOLY SHIT I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU LIKE HELL AND I D
My words are
MY power, MY Strength and wisdom
I make these words sing off my lips to utter them to another time in HISTORY
From knowing My time in History.
Can I escape?
What would I like to write about
The profane
My love
Shall I write about what I'm happy about
Or something else
How about my machete injury
Up and down and up, up, upRunning around until I'm shut upScreaming and fightingThere is no endUntil I'm shipped awayThat's when the anger blew away
Crimson substance fills the cup
One is one and never enough
With every wound
A new opening
I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
It is wet and rancorous
and my new leather shoes would feel the worst of it long before I got to class.
I stopped, before exiting, to appreciate the mighty storm – and open my umbrella.
Yes that is I... a PHENOMENAL WOMAN... why do you ask?
I'm border line sensational and my face? No mask
MEN flock around me like a bird's nicotine. Not possible you say?
Don't let go of me
I'm like a canoe in this raging sea
I'm trying to make it in this world
But I just keep on getting hurled
No one seems to understand
They make me feel so bland
You’re looking out your window tonight
So many things running through your mind
You feel like you’ve lost who you are
You want to find your way back to the start
But you can’t, oh no, you can’t
Am I not good enough for them?Is who I am not who they want me to be?They want me to be this plastic, perfect figure that I don’t seeAnd they need to know, they need to know
I’ve seen apart of me I didn’t recognize.
Through my eyes I saw how my reactions to your actions, made me low, low point on the scale,
I’ve inhale, what you’ve exhaled to me.
sitting in the broken land. surrounded by dead memories of lost friends.
family and friends are all dead,
the ties to my history have no thread.
i lay motionless,
cry towards beauty and sonnetts to the grave,
In this torturous classroom
I sit in row 5, seat 3
and to my right in row 4, seat 3
sits the most beautiful boy I've ever laid eyes on.
Every time we make eye contact
I feel a rush of warmth
This body is not an apology
This blacked out mirror
This blacked out skin
This skin like shadows
This shadow makes noise
This "bitch don't make noise"
Life, too often, is rushed.
No time to waste, no time to relax
No time to even say good morning
" Tick-Tock " says the clock!
Everyone's gotta be somewhere
Rush, rush, rush
Rush to school
The fact that evil is stronger than good
is evil itself.
Why must good be weaker than evil?
Why must death me faster than creating life?
Why must bullies be stronger than nerds?
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman
Says who?
The Hobby Lobby
Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom
And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
In 2023, a ship called Mars One
will depart from the surface of the earth
and never return.
It will fly forty million miles to a place
where human kind has never set its heavy foot.
I have always dreamed of being a toy train.
Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces
But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Celestial bodies in fluid space
sprinkled stars like sugar crystals in a cup of black tea
Writing is an act of thought,
A Muse chased into eloquence,
A wild idea, tamed and caught
And realized through writer's sense
The cause itself, irrelevant,
The processes behind it too,
Eight months later and she faces a new life
Started out green to this disease that's so mean
Now she's ripe from the changes that strike
Her old life fades away
What used to be normal would be a luxury today
I see you.
The world has chewed the edges of your dreams and pulled punches at your pride. You don’t know how to be anything but angry. Angry they cannot understand your English.
My mind goes crazy at the thought that someone gets to decide what is legal
Put ourselves on a high horse, behaving so regal
Step back, create morals, decide right and wrong
I hate walking in the hallways
Of my high school.
For one thing,
There are way to many people.
They walk with no purpose
While mine
Is to get to class.
Yes, there is
6 minutes
As she sits there crying,
She regrets what she's done.
She says over and over to herself,
"I am young and I don't mean anything I say."
A woman of loving arms wrap around her body,
A woman’s voice
It is a weapon her tool
she was not given this for no reason
For years her voice has been smothered silenced
This morning I looked up in the skies
Past the prickly trees
Their green arms a border for the clouds
And blue skies.
The world is so big,
Sometimes I can scarcely imagine
Thousands of stories fill the pages of the newpaper.
Thousands of stories stream through the news.
But not one is about the girl with demons in her head
The one who was called dozens of names
Where has Annie gone?
She's been out way to long
"Who died and made her queen?"
Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart
Mama was in the days
Daddy never stays
I know
Too many people whose no's were ignored
Too many kids forced to grow up too fast
Has it really come to this?
Or am I just making a wish?
Even if it is a wish,
It's just about time it came true.
I cannot imagine anymore of the past.
Sure I can walk on nails and glass
The love they speak of had no exceptions. No repeats, no hesitations. But I can't recall a single day of seeing my parents together. Where is this love they told me, why can't I see it in my parents? Is the love gone...?
Laying here,
Laying there,
With her,
With him,
Eyes closed, legs open
Mind free
Signs so malicious
Body so delicious
Thoughts from outer space
Heart cries out
Mind speaks out
Who am I? I see these models and stars and feel so small. People who have what they will always need. Who am I? Compared to the ones in Hollywood I am no one.
You probably get many submittions with pity.
From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has.
But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.
GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
What makes my brain tick?
Could it be the pricking thorns that my finger may prick?
Does danger bring out my thoughts more
Than a loved one stepping out the door?
time on the clock
i breathe in
*tic toc*
and it occurs to me
*tic toc*
i've been waiting for this moment
sometimes I wonder exactly where I'm going or what I'm doing or even will I be here tomorrow there's no promise and that scares me so bad and that one time I fell in front of all of my friends and they laughed and why am I so stupid they were ter
The odds of surviving might be rear
But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near
God in his tending power and care
Would never leave you to snare
The clouds might be dark right here
There is nothing wrong with asking a question
But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones
My scarf does not show regression
And yes, I know I look like a nun
I have plenty of hair
We grow up teaching our children,
boys will be boys.
That it is about being a man,
being tough,
about being good enough.
But what do you do when boys will be boys turns into an excuse?
Don’t ask for Notes
Because your life
Is worth so much
More than that.
Instead, say to
Yourself
‘If the Sun rises this
Morning I will
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
When I hold it in my hand,
I feel much power
I feel like I haven't been crying for the past half hour
When I lay the cool metal upon my wrist
The haunted statue,
Waits,
Alone and pondering,
Chipped and oxidized to the point,
Of unrecognizable.
Struggling to stay timeless,
Beautiful,
Waiting.
When will my hero come?
We of all people, the humans of this century
who have made many outstanding advances
should clearly see this enemy
hiding in our men's stances
Somehow we look over it
There it is. Those metallic golden gates glistening in the sun. I have only heard about the place they call heaven, but how do know it's really there? Have you ever seen a beautiful bright red cardinal singing in the trees when all hope is lost?
Ticking ticking ticking ticking
in my head.
No escape.
My mind races
faster faster faster faster
trying to evade
the Hate
that's built up inside of me.
Running running running running
My Body is an ocean
It is graceful and it is powerfulIt is strong
White walls.
While I sit on my bed and look around the room,
Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,
Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,
What was my reason for stealing these cars?
When I looked up at the sky,
I saw myself,
I saw myself.
We the youth are suppose
To look for placement
Among the stars.
Among the sparkle.
My tracks always left a sparkle.
A blaze.
And I am thinking about how I have to be afraid to be a woman
(when I am as powerful as any man).
On the table lies a letter, it's envelop is weathered, and the address is smeared from the thick black ink
I'm no stranger to that scrawl, it's the man who never called, and apparently didn't consider writing me
Dear mom,
My bestfriend
My shoulder to cry on
My body guard
My dance buddy
My nurse
My hairdresser
many say it takes a village to raise a child
even though that maybe true
It was dark and crowded.
It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation.
If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode.
I tell them I have a boyfriend.
I tell them I am a lesbian.
It makes my mind go tick tick tick
thinking of the things that will make it swift
the only thing to get me out
my futures what its all about
I ain't doin this to gain fame.
Malc got me thinking about changing my last name.
This shit to the man must be a game.
Can't even say white man now
cause the presidents gotta black face.
I'm not Harvard materialI'm not a straight A studentI'm not a person with a name up on a wallI'm just a kid who has been trying to figure out what it all meant
For nineteen years I have endured life on this Earth,
Day in and day out I try to find my worth,
Now it's time to take some responsibility,
They tell me to be different
To stand up for what’s right
But they never deem to visit
While I cry through the night
I wake up to demons heaving over me.
They're everywhere I go, they're everyone that I see.
I can't help but close my eyes,
because of these monsters I recognize.
I jump and thrash and try to get away,
From the genesis of time,
Man was created from the very bowels of the earth
Flesh and bone
When you find that your at the end of your life
What legacy will you have left behind,
Would you have left behind lives filled with joy or hearts weighed down with strife.
What will it be worth,
It’s quite ignorant of you to think we’re all ignorant on purpose.
Yes, we do know there are many different variations of things in the world,
A room teeming with ideas,
Where objects litter the floor,
Along my miraculous haven.
Where find is to lose,
And lose is to find,
That is the way of the things in My Room.
Standing on our two feet
Living without regret or defeat.
We are what Rory the roman
will wait a thousand years for a woman.
We are those who will rise to greatness,
Am I alive?
I seem to be
but is this really me?
Am I real?
The others see me,
but i may just be a reflection,
an illusion,
of what might really be.
Maybe this is a dream
Normal
It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in
But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans
With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
It’s fine.
It’s okay.
I’ll forgive from now until forever,
Until I waste away.
I have no problem with you,
Or whatever it is you feel at this time...
... Even if it is pure hate,
The Other Me
Happiness
(adjective)
Feeling pleasure or joy
It’s the perky energetic kid that has
The mind is a breeding ground for romance.
Surveying the room you gently use your eyes to see.
The image defined clearly within the unending path of neurons.
Sometimes you begin to modify the image
darkness covers everything
i am aone
yelling screamin crying all around me
but stil
i am alone
more pople come in
15 20 30 the capacity builds up
i am alone
so many people around me
I’m, okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.
Say it enough times
and you might start to believe it.
You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand.
Say it too many times
Hey, sup? Shadowed by a name, while trotting
on by, in a courtyard, down a hallway;
passing by someone. It’s a saluting
sailor or the tipping of a beret.
It’s over in a heartbeat, but what if
Would it be beautiful,
the vibrations on my skin?
Without my face, my lips, my colored eyes,
or soft-hearted vulnerability?
I've crossed you off my list,
and I've sang your face away,
Speak out what's on your mind
Tell the world just how you feel
Don't hold it in ... let it out
Let it go ... it's not big deal.
How you feel is part of you
Don't just hold your feelings in
What happened to being young, wild, and free?
Whoever said growing up was easy.
What happend to the life without
worries and responsibilities?
Oh, to go back to those endless days of youth.
Hugs are weird
Hugs are strange
I do not want a hug
No, no not now or later.
The thought of someone engulfing part of their body around mines just creeps me out.
A drop in the ocean
A stitch in a quilt
A sprout in a field
We are small
We are simple
We are important
We make up a mass
Size is insignificant
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important
you had me thinking i was your main priority
instead, i wasn't even number three
baseball came first, as always
and then it was your video games
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
So often that time is hard,
And leaves no place to stay
What rest does it give
For those whose lives take crooked roads?
What respites does it give
To those whose hearts it has broken?
I'm beautiful because I know it.
im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it.
I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
My last dream was a dream about you.
When I close my eyes all I can see feel and hear is you
In this dream noeven the sun pating day could braketelog conversation or bodies share
We were two souls embedded into one
There’s a girl out there.
There’s more to this girl then just a pretty face.
An image beautiful on the outside, but one that feels worn on the inside from the stares of inquisitive spectators…processed output…fake smiles…
Hidden far away
For the eye can't see
Blinded from your sight
She was beautiful
But beautifully broken
So she hid from the world
A race against time
The pressure building upon me
As I complete the assignment moments before
Procastination is my charm
Working its magic as the gears turn in my head like a race car's engine
One of the most common human emotions is fear.
fear is provoked by
spiders
heights
water.
But you can retain yourself from these fears,
stay away from spiders
don't ride in airplanes
One brown paper bag.
It all started with one brown paper bag
Against the charcoal of Mother Africa
And the sandpaper of Nefertiti,
And the rift grew into a canyon.
The cocoa-drenched emperors
So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains,
to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high,
When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night,
Life surges through my soul,
Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
The smoke curls in the air. It flows up and up and up. It shakes hands with the stars, and tickles the moon. Up and up and up it goes. It is weightless and is always floating.
A jolt of electricity runs through my body, the feeling of a petite seizure.
The thought of doing whatever I please engulfs me,
Aggressive, Unpredictable, Violent...
attacking people on the streets, hurting newborns in their sleep,
almost as if I'm a creep!
I never meant to hurt you, but that's what society expects me to do,
The night creeps on my blackened heart with a viscious roar
The violet clouds of confession
bringing a familiar piercing pain
As the rain begins to fill my soul with sorrow and tears,
the flash of hope fades
The storm
rages on
outside my window,
and I can't seem to find the calm.
Can you save me?
These walls are not enough.
The rain is seeping in,
and I'm looking for an end.
I live in the world
of Photoshop, Weightwatchers, and Covergirl.
I live in the country
of painted faces, trendy clothes, and manicured lawns.
I live in the school
of shaved legs, dyed hair, and braces.
I had a man who sang me songs,each strum on his guitar echoedin my mind each night before Islept in coral reefs, how hebelieved my hair was a silvermoon melting within water.
The ocean mirrors midnight sky,
barely brushing our toes.
I whisper words
I want to write beneath your skin,
my violent delight.
I lay by you on the moistened sand,
Well I live down on the beach,next to the green Florida Sea.I like to dig my toes in the sand,sipping some sweet ice tea.
My red lips can rock your world,I’ll have you down on your knees.
Starssmall punctured holes,silk floating in velvettwinkling.
We humans watch,wonder,and wait in aweas one shoots by – we wish.
The road before her,It goes left and right,Making bends way too tight.She imagines her hips,Nothing like this road.Those thoughts begin to unload.Again they haunt her,
One year we were children,
With dreams and hope,
The next we're adults,
Who have sex and smoke.
Darkness engulfs me as I sit among the silence,The stalwart panging emotion of vagrance.This feeling so strong stinging me like a bee,Desperation seeming to overwhelm me. Anxiety discovers a path to my brain,
A brain washing system
In which we are expected to conform
Do the same as thy neighbor
Follow the rules
But if you dare to break these ongoing expectationsYou will be silenced
It's time to go to another place
far away
far away from here
'cuz I'm struggling trying to keep my head straight
but I can't 'cuz you keep stressin' me
I'ma go, I'm gonna leave
'cuz this ain't good
I fear to dream like to fear to breathe,
Asking to much of the gods above,
Becasue when I dream I reach it,
But sadly I can't keep it,
Like rays that shine through a window,
Slaughter
Natural birthright
Human apathy, indifferent
Your dinner: tortured souls
Murder
I am women
Stronger then a rock
But softer then a feather
I can withstand anything and everything
From slavery to women rights and the typical stereotypes
I am women
That girl sitting two rows in front of you?
Yes, the one with the short skirt and the tight shirt.
As several people presented their personal projects
At least five people said they were “religious”
And this word was used to describe their Christian faith
Why not just say “I‘m a Christian”
“I’m a believer”
The Kansas sun slowly burns out, melting into the plains like a cigarette butt fades int
You're asking me to write a poem with intentions to get in my head.
While most mornings I can barely get myself out of bed.
Even though days get tough I give them my all.
All the days you went in sick
All the teachers you put up with
All the sleep you lost doing homework all night
All the tries it took to finally get the answer right
I am Nothing but a child.
I am Unworthy to be heard.
The adults, they scream
words
be Quiet
Fix your hair
Know the,
Time,
Place.
White walls
Instead of white sand
Rushing
Instead of relaxing
Walking
Instead of swimming
School
Instead of the Bahamas
The halls in my head
Wind deep.
Walls of doors
That hide the information
I categorize and compartmentalize,
In an attempt to establish some illusion
Of logic
In this thing we call,
I walk on a Sunday afternoon in 2013.
I walk to the store candy and a lil bit of ice T.
I walk wondering who this man is behind me.
I walk till I can't walk no more and I run
I run and I run.
Tired of trying to stand out,
Tired of trying to fit in,
Tired of thinking of new ideas
And tired of trying to win.
I'm tired of doing the same old thing,
Too tired to try something new,
Stressed out,
Can't breath,
Barely a thought,
I can conceive.
If not one thing,
It's the other,
Life is,
beginning to smother.
I might be drowning,
I don't know,
Lady Luck, often spoken of but never heard, often felt but never seen. She drifts among the shadows as the people walk in the light. Placing her hand here and there, changing outcomes everywhere.
A few months ago I was engaging in such intellectual activities as perusing cat videos when I discovered a quite vast selection of blog posts written by twenty-somethings that catalogued a trip to El Salvador, or Bangladesh, or Pakistan, or some
Time is my fear
I feel like I’ll never get enough of it
I fear not knowing and knowing too much
My time goes by in a melodious pace, with a whimsical note and a riveting tick, but is that enough?
I've got Iraqi in my eyes
Love in my heart
Islam in my soul
And if I die tonight, that's how I wanna go you see, I'm done with this cruel world
And the death tolls
This matter makes me cringe
My heart I feel it dies
When she believes the magazines
page after page of lies
Her body is a metal
so precious she beholds
worth more than money or compliments
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
If my brain were a tongue twisterIt would throw you for a loopYou couldn't navigate it even with a mapPointing to the constellations of nerve synapsesEvery pathway is a fork in the roadThat splits into roots
Kneeling in the pews, I follow suit and pray.As droning envelops 'round me like the sea,
I am angry
I don't know at what.
A pain in my chest
and a heat in my head
a snap--- just like that
and I will scream my fury at you.
My mom
she says she won't pay for my college
From the heavens to the stars
Forgive us for who we are
For we are not as perfect as we may seem
Precious life lost to deferred dreams
And we ask ourself is this what God had in store for me?
Mothers not feeding their children , but feeding their habit instead ...
Children staying an age forever because life was took to soon ...
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
A corrupt government with a ruined economy
Supporting citizens who can't support their families,
It toys with my mind and gives me headaches
And shakes up my brain like violent earthquakes,
Speak my mind, you ask?
Be wary.
I want to take the road less traveled by.
I am absolutely terified that I will follow the same path as everyone else.
I do not want to be a slave to one career
Silence
As I sit and stare
Thinking how much more can i bare
The words that they say
torment me day by day
Trying to find light in the dark
but the words cut through my heart
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to check the clock.
The clock struck one
It's time for fun,
Hickory dickory dock.
Hickory dickory dock,
I can't stop checking the clock.
Broken promises kind of man
I'll do it when I' ready kind of man
Thinks he is all that and then some kind of man
I wear the pants around here kind of man
I'm not obligated to do anything kind of man
I'm sorry i'm leaving you. It's not my fault. THEY want us to leave and never come back, i'm sorry i wrote on you and still haven't cleaned you you up.
You know what's funny?
We call ourselves Christians but there is no Christ found in ourselves.
Bible,Crazy Love, Radical,The Shack and countless books fill up the shelves
Oh God,
Is this a shout or a prayer?
Why can't I be happy now?
Why does it always have to be later?
What's on my mind you ask?
Well let's see, Im exhausted
Im tired of doing the same day to day,
I wanna go out have fun, take a trip
Go to the beach, lay in the sand
Perhaps a movie or two?
I stand. I stand and my shoulders are squared.
I'm facing what some call the unknow.
But I know the truth. My eyes are open
To reality.
Because in reality, it's Opportunity.
why
are you selecting poems at random?
why
should i even try?
words scrawled in the 2 minutes just to get money
could outsshine the words meant to glow
like embers
at the death of a flame--
She’s tired
of the miles and miles of paperwork that clutter her office
like a library who has lost its way
she swims and swims
attempting to free from the heavy load
I am still
The music plays
My body moves
My arms sway
Even though my body is in motion
My focus is still
Take a look around. People walk around with smiles on their faces and secrets in their heart.
The girl you just passed on the street wears long sleeves
to cover the bruises she gets from her father,
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams,
From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales
And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
My personal stage starts when I wake up
I make funny faces in the mirror as I get ready for the day
I put the TV on mute so I can quote my own dialogue for the people
Is it okay for my mother to call me names? This pain, I cant take this shit. This shit is really stressing me so I gotta let it out.
Young girl with eyes the color of moss.
There are often times she feels lost.
"Mommy is sick," They all would say.
That was before mommy went away.
Did she do something wrong?
I walk outside and watch as the rain attacks my umbrella
Full force as if to prove a point. Maybe that point is that
Change is the only constant; it could simply tell us that
Sometimes it will rain, and as a result,
Carpe diem, Seize the day?
What day can a man seize?
If the next is guaranteed.
There is no day which you not see
My teenage years that have tought me
That tomorrow is just as great
As great can be.
Young girls everywhere listen here.
Try staying in school without getting pregnant.
Try not changing yourself to fit in with the wrong crowd.
As a teenage high school student, it’s reasonable that one thing always on my mind is school
Not only school itself, but the lessons school has given to me
Red, white, blue
a child's boo hoo
what makes me move?
a warm summer breeze
the sun, between the trees
what makes me breathe?
the sand between my toes
a sneeze caught in my nose
When I was little,
I wanted to talk, and
then I wished I could see, and
then I wished I could run as fast as the other kids in PE.
Later on, I wanted to be
thinner,
taller,
stronger.
Don't tell me to embrace my curves
Until you've been 14 years old
getting felt up by guys with beards
And you know what it's like to be used
for physical pleasure
I think I have met you in another life;
For the way your smile lights up your eyes
Seems all too familiar
RejectionWanting a dreamLonging for what is not easily possessed
DeterminationSeeing the imaginable futureA solvency of a teachable past
Am I supposed to believe that you're going to be a lawyer when you spend more money on shoes than books?
And that you're going to be a doctor because you spend a lot of times with girls but can only navigate matters below the waist.
Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstasy,
Laughter is my drunkenness.
Comedy is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.
there is no freedom
you can't speak
you can't learn
you can't dress
you can't live
what you do is not up to you but to them
go to school
get a job
have a family and no in-between
The two beings of one's mind.
We enter without care.
We hope to reach, to find,
The one's who share.
We do not stop for the other,
We do not listen to the whines.
The two beings of one's mind.
We enter without care.
We hope to reach, to find,
The one's who share.
We do not stop for the other,
We do not listen to the whines.
Stupidity is what makes me tick
Or maybe it's the way people spit
Everyone expects you to be better than the last
You want me to get straight A's and be top of my class
Now that I think about it that's not it
I hear the pressing and sound,
Of the universe milling around.
I draw myself further in,
To avoid joining them.
To be still.
To shrug off the stress.
To move at my will
Your body is a temple-
And I have burned mine to the ground too many times to count.
I have slashed it and scarred it and bruised it and marred it,
And tried to break the bones of this battered flesh home.
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration,
Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in.
As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
Simple, fun, and full of life,
playing through even the most tough of times.
A child's voice the most lovable sound,
lyrics not needed to want to turn it up loud.
Close your eyes, sit back, and listen closley,
Why is it a bad thing my parents went to school
got jobs, worked hard, they didn't fool
around and around I go
searching high and low
for money
Schools don't care
you're a number
She looked at her,
And hated what she saw.
She looked at her hair
And hated the way it wasn't as long as other girls'.
She looked at her stomach,
And hated the way it wasn't flat like other girls.
Since I was a little girl my parents told me, "save.
Save your pennies, save your nickels, save everything you've made.
Put it in your piggy bank or in the savings account.
Mind is jagged reality ragged, cut by my knife; harvest projected ideas collected, intellect my scythe.
If I shut my eyes tight enough will I disappear?
Can I seal them shut with all of my tears?
Forgiveness not wthin any of your bones.
Screaming, thrashing accusing,
Condescending tones.
The late night
half lit incandescent bulbs
when sleep is synonymous
with the detestable scum
scraped off the shoe
laying on the floor
mate under the bed
What makes me tick, they all want to know
Is it because the world is passing me by to the point I want to go
Is it because I'm watching my back in fear of friend and foe
It didn't have to be this way
They are always part of the problem
I could have avoided another backstep
If only it weren't for them
I didn't need to have more trouble piled on
I should have kept my distance
"What were you wearing?"
"What were you drinking"
All questions asked to a rape victim.
Never,
"Are you okay?"
"How do you feel?"
Dancing on the ceiling seems a powerful feat
To lose and gain control with your feet, with your mind, with you heart
All I want to do is start
I've been sitting so long and thinking I'm wrong and...
You know it happens.
Something or someone just has to say the wrong thing.
It all goes down from there.
There is no way back.
They just keep talking like they don't notice.
They don't care they just hurt me.
We werent created weak
with able body and mind.
Blessed with the power to think
an obligation to stay alive.
Controll we strive to seek
some find it more than others.
Mankind is an only child
Emotions that are undefinable,
Thoughts that are indescribable.
They seem to eat away at my happiness.
The ink in my skin is like blood in my veins. I want more.
I want to engrave emotions in my flesh. I want my feelings to be permanent, my motivations eternal.
The Center Piece of any person
Is a Calm that fills a certain type of rhythm
Steady, Strong
I think about this all night long
My tick is a tock, my tock a strangled cry
A girl for me
will be respectful to every human being
she will have a pretty face for me to always see
To much time wasted
looking for the the things in life
the things that fill my heart with awe
Why now?
When you have gained so many in your love
You come home to just swing back
Hospitals beds, nurses, shots, more chemo will it ever end?
Your body is less than the fortress of a miracle
Running, jogging
Trying to win the race
Thousands of people moving
At a simple steady pace
No one could have guessed
Of what was to come
It was an annual tradition
i am
but still
am not-
that is the idea
that powers
my mind.
i am not the girl with the roughened hands,
scrapes from fish hooks,
burnt out voice from too many cigarettes
I write for my Future,
what will I do And who will I meet?
Never limiting myself, I write with
uninhibited passion and Thrill.
Always willing to dream big,
with a Spitfire tongue and aspiring mind,
I am
a whisper
I am
the wind,
gently blowing
on a tall
strand of grass
I am
the silence
in between
words and glances
I am
I wonder what it feels like to be free
To have no connection to the world around us
A place of fortune where we can just be
Be ourselves without adversity
Without conflicts or distrust
I have a lot to say
But if I speak,
I think I'll go astray.
Like those poor young soldiers
fighting a rich man's war
in the Congo bushes.
Rain...
Crashing overhead and drowning me...
The desire to run burns strong...
To get away...
To go someplace safe...
I would if i had wings.
Quake..
Young Souls,
Can't you see the situation that you're in?
Or perhaps you enjoy smothering in sin?
Star crossed by all the cash flowing in,
Perplexed by all these fast women.
Mama crying in her bed at night
I have been told
Poetry is metaphor,
So you should probably use more of them.
So instead of stating blatantly what I feel,
I should use my knowledge of language to cover up
7 billion people walk this Earth
Each with a dozen faces
They say "7 billion people, 14 billion faces"
But it's more like 21 billion, at least
A face for the mama, a face for the friend
You shot me.
You put your hand up,
brought it up, and let it out.
You shot me.
You spat and screamed
and let it out.
Don’t run form what you’ve done.
You’ve injured this woman.
What is this world?
A place where a test dictates all
where if you can read fast
you can live at ease
and all your schooling is paid in full
but am I given that luxury
even though
We live in a world of real niggas and bad bitches
Stick to the code of the streets no time for snitches
What is love?
Often used to display affection
So many doifferent meanings
It sometimes is used as protection
Most love and move on
And some stick together
Heart breaking
Shattered life
All alone
Where is....
No love
One lost
No faith
Broken dreams
Why me?
Who cares!
Dark rooms
Locked up
Life's ended
Even though
When you have one life to liveIt seems pointless to worryPointless to run andAlways be in a hurry.
-
Feeling like a loser
My neighbor is a boozer
Been used alot of times
I feel like a user
People spittin out my name like they know it
Crossing the line to the end then it's over
Someone once told me you have to take care of yourself
And, I do, but after I take care of everyone else
I'm very appreciative of what I have
I'm doing fine without having too many people in my life
As the melodies of my pen against paper skitter through my ears,
I can't help but wonder if this is right.
What about my dreams?
What about the future I had for me?
I guess this is what it feels like to be free.
To My Father
To my father who impregnate my mother who never wants to see me, this is for you
Books
My escape since I turned twelve years old
going into barnes and noble and searching the shelves for lives I could never have became a monthly thing,
reading anything and everything I could get my hands on.
Enough.
Ive had enough, I've done my time.
when is it time for my stars to align?
Im tired of being cast aside,
of being the bridesmaid and never the bride.
I just want someone to say that they need me,
From girl to girl
you still don't see
what you have done
and how much yuo have hurt me.
No respect.
No love.
Yet you expect and expect
and all I ever want is for you to love me.
“Speak your mind!” people say,
because they think every thought should be shared, or posted, or tweeted.
So everyone speaks at once, and the roar is deafening
Break free from your romantic dream
It's time to face reality
Said to be too young and naive
Waiting to be disappointed
By false hopes and dreams that will never be
Break free from the shadows
there's a window in my room
through it I see my neighbor
and he's got an old dog
and they read together on the porch
and sometimes he cries
which is odd, but okay
in the produce department
Have you ever realized that any book you've ever read is only composed of 26 letters?
26 letters that have shown anything from pain and loathing to passion and compulsions.
The rain is pure droplets of pain
Of the fallen
the weak
the lame
And those whom have failed.
The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
At times I feel such anger and animosity. I let time pass and it will dissipate into guilt and disappointment.
It’s been through so much
It’s so tough
It’s a clam that never cracks
It’s happy inside and beautiful within
We live in a broken world,
I’ve heard it over and over before.
Traditions are lost, morals corrupt -
Only to be torn apart by war.
We build and we build
Our cities stand tall overhead
It's hard to forget even harder to forgive.
It's hard to forgive someone for hurting you,
for inflicting pain on you,
for making you shed a tear or two.
It's hard to move on, when you're stuck!
When something doesn't go our way,
Most people wouldn't generally think of a solution,
Or try to stay calm and assess the situation,
But since childhood,
We've always responded with some kind of tantrum,
If you really knew me
you would know that
I look at people the way you read a book.
If you really knew me
you'd see the way I tense up when
I can only ask for you to take me as I am,
I know I am not perfect.
I'm a work of art still being worked on,
A complicated puzzle, with a few pieces mising.
I am undone, partial, incomplete.
love is real.
how do you feel?
I think that we are crazy!
Yes, you are amazing.
That is a truth!
How much truth can prevail?
Show me, you beautiful exhibition.
Ok!
Aren't you lonely?
Back to school again
Off to class i must dash
I hope I get that scholarship
Where else will i get the cash
Classes are much harder
I don't know this stuff
When is class over
Have you ever felt like an alien
A Single cell ameoba
in the mist of gigantic
waves of
Have you ever felt like
Communicating
Without looking or seeing
"Your performance was excellent, I just don't think you have the...look we're going for."
bellows a director from behind a table
casting his eyes down on my
scarred legs.
Arms, body, slide, catch,
Push through with strong legs.
Repeat the motion, hundreds of times,
As you know victory awaits behind.
No way of knowing how far to go,
It’s supposed to be amazing
Everyone telling you how proud they are and how much they love you
How glad they are that you made it through that hell called high school
But all you’re doing is waiting
cling
for dear life
so you feel
comfortable
smile with desire
steal with entice
snake movement
beg for invite
and disease you hide up your sleave
with open door policy
The placid pond inside my soul, (where color drifts and slowly rolls)
there is no shift, there is no goal (As past and future take their toll)
I kneel and gaze at my reflection ( To reminisce from a choice selection)
they say that today is history an tomorrow is a mystery but i want you to be my scooby doo to shaggy an find out that mystery an solve it together.
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy
A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think
You lie and cheat and expect what?
What I knew as a child was a distortion of reality
But is ignorance bliss?
Is it better to know nothing at all?
To be a pretty girl with nothing to say?
You lie and cheat and expect what?
What I knew as a child was a distortion of reality
But is ignorance bliss?
Is it better to know nothing at all?
To be a pretty girl with nothing to say?
i walk down the street
with my sunglasses on
my headphones in
thinking about one thing mostly
but my head is racing
i hear the beat
feel the heat
the wind blow on my feet
i would like to write you a list, going from insides to outsides.
i don’t know much about body parts, but:
your pink pancreas does not match the pink on your cheeks, so.
Dancing on glass rivers
Leaves your feet torn up,
bloody to the point of no recognition
And yet you won't stop.
You can't stop.
The thrill is intoxicating
Everyone wants to know
what goes on inside your head
what makes you tick
what makes you who you are
whether a liar or a goody-two-shoes
some are suicidal, depressed and hungry for dying
Tomorrow, lets do it tomorrow.
I cant bare another day of listening to those morons babble about things i swear didn't matter.
You hit like a girl
You throw like a girl
You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
To find love.
To be in love.
To find out who you are,
in this world...
Who has your back?
Who are you?
Who are they?
Alone...
Feeling alone.
Feeling the need to "go off."
I work hard
Everyday.
Scrubbing the sticky floors,
Taking out the rotten smelling garbage,
Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.
I want more for myself.
Broccoli
Peanut Butter
Won't my mother be quiet
Be right back gotta go help her
She actually said never mind as i walked over.
Typical.
Whenever a person gets mad at another
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
let me tell you our story
well, I don’t know your story
but I know mine
and I want to tell you why I ran away
i know it’s been a year
What's to be expected of me?
To be smart,
confident,
pretty.
But I can't do all of these things.
I'm supposed to make it into college,
get a job,
and above all:
be successful.
Is life a thing in which we are to do?
Or instead something which we are to make?
Alone are we to try to make things new?
To try and walk this world so smooth no quake.
Taught in school you will need this and that,
The waves crash upon my feet
Rain pounds in a hypnotic beat
In comes the tide
As my thoughts move aside
The tide grows stronger
It lures me in
for my love is worth an eternety
but the challenge is the hardest to overcome
there is nothing that breaks through my barrier
except for the magic of song
it lifts me up to walk annother mile
I am from the beach where the breeze relaxes your soul
I am from a season of football dominating the television
I am from a house of two younger sisters talking my ear off about dolls
Kept in confined cages,
waiting out their days.
A peeled radish in the nude,
executed for a posh pelt;
purely for the avarice of humans.
A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
I miss you.
A lot.
And right now everything inside of me
Is much like a night sky in the city:
Polluted with bright fixtures
And neon lights that drown out
“I’m really sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but no we don’t care about your brain or ideas it’s all just incomprehensible babble going from ear to ear
All that matters to us it’s all we dream about
Your eyes so beautiful,
Reminding me of a warm mocha coffee on a chilly, cold day,
Your smile so radiant,
The life we're living
is so technologically driven
Our eyes are glued
Our minds subdued
From staring at a screen
With our heads down.
Our lives are controlled
they tell us we need it
Some say memorizing the thoughts in your head
Emotion to the pencil, and the tears that you bled to the lead
Is easier than just writing a poem
Certain situations set our mindsets out of this world
You shake and tremble
And try not to cry out in fear
As the masses begin to assemble
With your fellow warriors near
So your nerves start to wane
And a smile breaks across your face
You stare in the mirror.
The white glow of the sun,
peaks through the windows as if they are a spotlight,
trying to spot out your flaws.
You lift up your shirt,
you see the crescents,
hills,
There are millions more like me,
Falling down so fast;
No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
The world I live in is a world different from others, where children are abandoned and left by their mothers
A world where respect and pride means more, than a degree you worked just four years for
Who is it that wipes thy tears from thy face?
Tis thee a mortal caring friend
Or a piece of tissue torn at the end
Hold thy head up child
Didest thou not see thy beautiful face
You pretended to be my friend.
You victimized and oppressed.
Don't you feel something in your heart that will enable you to stop?
You may feel like you're on top of the world
This earth thirsts for something she cannot name
And water cannot replace.
Duty has dampened my dreams
Until they are too heavy to carry
And so I leave them in the mud
Sometimes I wonder;
Life doesn't make sense.
Where am I going?
It's all just nonsense.
Today I was looking
For something to hold.
There was nothing...
Until I found something bold.
They say things happen for a reason but I don't believe'em.
Most of the time things just happen to happen,
You look to the future and it becomes your past.
Am I bothering you?
Does the love that I have for my beautiful girlfriend, stiffen your heart?
Does it make you shiver that the genuine love between us is very much real?
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart.
But in that Heart of Darkness,
You will find your sea and the light,
Do you want to see into my mind?
There is no darkness there
As you may think.
The world around me dimming
Trees shoot up from the ground
All around
Red, and golden leaves, and green
Enter my mind for a moment,
And you’ll see that it’s always moving,
In constant motion,
A juggernaut of thoughts, ideas, and fears forever flowing like a stream.
It keeps be awake,
It helps me sleep,
You're seven years old and you hear the words. "You punch like a girl."
It falls out of Jason's mouth so effortlessly. You cringe, as if that is the worst thing you could have been told.
Religion is
more powerful
than your government’s
atomic bombs.
Mamas and papas
drag their kids
behind them
down the rows
of pews worn by
years of futile prayers.
There comes a time in every teen's life when they open their eyes. It seems like through grammar and middle school we've all been walking without sight.
It's a free country, they said.
There are free rights, they said.
You won't be victimized because of your unchangeable aspects, they said.
They said that everyone will be treated equal in the United States of America.
When I awoke, on a cool autumn day,
When the sun was bright and her eyes were gray,
I saw the end that would soon be bestowed,
You sit and do nothing as time flies while you wait for something. Tomorrow comes, whats done? You can't figure out why this key you have isn't working. Its because you've done nothing to unlock the pontial you have, you've wasted time.
I take another step
Towards my future
I try to leave behind
All my failures
I try to get away
I try to get by
But wherever opinion sways
I will fight
I will survive
Our brain is filled with neurological wonders.
It is up to us whether we achieve greatness or plunder.
It doesn't matter come rain, snow, sleet, or hail.
My fortress will withstand any weather.
Made of the finest in protective materials,
My fortress cannot be bothered.
Some days that material is ice,
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
Please come save me,
You used to kiss the tears off my face.
Wish you would come and make up the time,
Lost,
Three years have gone by.
Guess it’s time to start living life.
Surrounded by depression,
Depression
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
A dark passenger that takes your soul
A marriage without a ring
Anxiety
Have you ever felt such an emotion?
So you want to know what I’m thinking
As I sit in this corner on a sunny day
But these lips are sealed so why bother
It’s for the protection of you and not me
Since i was kid i never really fit in
A loner, an out cast, always had to sit in
I was different, I had talent
i drew, while they play
I sang while they play
I could never understand what normal ment
Inside my mind i find myself preparing for act I. Never really knowing that the play has already begun, I have played the fool and have beheaded the Queen. I have been spy and mercenary and revolutionary and everything in between.
My stomach is empty for their rights
I am cleansing my body of political injustices
The system that teaches me is robbing others
I am the voice of those who work under you
This must stop
Every morning I walk along the promenade
only to find hundreds of scorched soldiers scattered across the sidewalk.
For a while I wondered what had caused them to end up this way,
It’s hard to rise again
After life has repeatedly punched you in the gut
Forcing you on your back in the most vulnerable position,
The wind being knocked out of you.
It’s a struggle to want to go on.
Laugh, become accustomed to laughing
Roll, let it roll off of your back, roll of of your ego, roll off of whatever pride has kept you in tact
Eat, get hungry and eat
Feed your face for the desire to leap
WAIT HOLD UP......WAIT
can you hear me now
or were you pretending to know how
or pretending not to hear me
Money Money
No we can't afford it
We need to eat in tonight
College
Money Money
The stress
The cry
The loans
My oh my
Money Money
I need the education
Air has been getting lighter since I was pushed in,
Feels like forever ago.
Water has been getting murkier the deeper I sink,
Roof hidden from the low.
Dark sky with a strip of light
Dark night with a patch of light
Seems equivalent to my life at the moment
That little bit of light could be anything
Just depends on the day or week
The light could be dance
Into my mind you dare take a venture, differences between us besides just gender.
It lies well beneath the center, but you couldn’t chew on these thoughts with titanium dentures.
Beauty in individuality,
Everyone seems to think with the same brain,
Singularity is a rarity,
Gather us and tie us with the same chain.
People wish to seek social acceptance,
A politician would say, “The people and what is right!”
A scientist would say, “The collaboration between all of the organ systems in the body.”
A heart,
Broken by all the lies; all the black thoughts that lie in the mind.
The mind,
That composes images and plays scenarios of unwanted memories.
Memories,
We say goodnight at the end of the day,
When all tasks are through.
Goodnight is the phrase uttered
When we end one thing and start another.
Goodnight is for the end of tedius.
Why can’t we just throw it all away?
Just let the hate lie and not let it consume us;
Why we have to fight each other.
We are all the same inside.
Help the broken and sing for the deaf
Leap over canyons
Hill countries make room for the rest
What makes a man?
An old wooden box, nothing much,
A rusty key, rough to the touch,
Alone, they are nothing,
Only antiques,
When it comes to sexting in public,there are a few things to know:
Tick tick tick
Does my mind really tick?
Is it a clock on the wall,
or a watch on my wrist?
What a funny saying,
that minds
Tick
I guess it must be because
our lives are run by time.
In our primary years of schooling, we learned how to work together,
That sharing is caring and be nice to your neighbor,
Also, just don't eat the sand out of the sandbox.
She waits there waiting for the time she has been waiting for, to be forgotten was not her choice from every point of view she has been with a smile that never disappears.
Girl get your head up
Don't settle for second best
Gir why wont you pea up
Youre better than all th rest
Come on girl get up
Straighten up your crown
Princess, never let a man
I need the thousand dollars,
So I can graduate with honors
And become a scholar
To help people fight their monsters
By becoming a doctor
And educating people about health,
A patient heart is well rewarded in time It understands the clock’s tick is a sign Each stroke a step to something so divine There are occasions we don’t fully understand A heart will break so it can learn to mend When life is truly ready, the go
People tell me that I am loved,
But that doesn't help in the moment.
Life is hard when it hurts to breath
To touch
To walk
To laugh
I used to believe once that all humans were strong
That they were all titans that could only fall when pushed to the brink of self mutilation
Others living day by day
Like a book wide open
with no inspiration to guide them
What the hell can i say?
There are no words to express
The wisdom I have gained
It seems i've aced this test
I never wanted to see it
Deteriorated faces that pass all around
Looking past me at what their lifeless black orbs could not find
I never wanted to acknowledge it, to accept it
My heart wants to speak.My eyes want to smile.My mouth remains shutBut there’s a bad feeling in my gut.
They say Life is the Eternal Job
But what is Life’s main action but to Rob
Daily we see homeless people on the streets
struggling and searching for something to eat
How can you just bare to stand
Blank pages, blank people
I am a novel not yet written
Blank beliefs, blank morals
I am hiding out for now
Corrupt faces, corrupt fiends
I avoid them at all costs
Corrupt bodies all around
Time passes
Quickly
the clock ticks
Away
roll the days.
A child is born
Eyes open wide and she take in the world
Days turn to weeks
to months
to years.
Fighting your entire life for those perfect grades.
Joining every club to build your resume.
Always the best manners and the teacher's pet.
Working all that time for minimum wage.
When you trust someone with your heart, you don’t anticipate it to be broken.
When you love someone completely, you don’t think it will end.
But one day, that one betrayal can change everything.
I sacrificed my tongue in order to resurrect their silence;
I replenished their lips in order to bring fourth buried words
Experiences tainted into traumas;
The expectations bearing down on me,
People taking such wagers too seriously,
They continue to beat my mind with a stick,
But they don't know what it's like to be Autistic,
I write for you.
The one who is always on my mind,
The one who always seems so close.
I write for you.
My love, my one, my only,
My life, my drive, my soul.
I write for you.
He still leaves goose bumps
On every inch of my skin
Sending shivers down my spine
And shaky sighs barely able to escape my lips
When you meet a boy like this
Intoxicated
With the sound of my name
Escaping your lips,
The letters unfolding themselves
From a curled up slumber
Your mouth forming letters
The way light colored bruises
I didn’t think
That I cared
I didn’t know
That there was a miniscule tidbit of gloom
Hidden in some crevice of my being
Buried beneath heaps of feigned indifference
Forever
For what?
Forever
And that’s when you let out
A breathless sigh
That you’ve been holding in
Since the beginning
Without even realizing
He is a tidal wave
It’s quiet
Dead silence
It’s never this quiet in my house
I don’t like silence
It’s deafening
It makes you sit there on the couch
With the TV turned off
I am not depressed
I can still talk to people
And smile at the beauty in the world
Laugh at funny jokes
Laughter
I will always have laughter
Although there are times
When a girl starts to grow up
Her younger brother suddenly becomes older
And turns into her protector
We followed each other everywhere
And left a trail of bread crumbs in our wake
What does thine universe have in store for me I wonder,whilst sitting on the shore listening to the distant thunder,
I'm trying hard to fulfill my mission
But with all these snakes hissing
And all these people dissing
Trying hard not to listen
When she walks she feels the stares
Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare
Jealous girls
Hormone raging boys
Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
I have decided to take the leap and go off to college.
Leaving behind my family, town, and friends of my current knowledge.
While off I will be free to explore,
To discover the world once hidden beind closed doors.
In today's world,
A woman has to walk with her head held high,
But still constantly checking behind her back,
Because of the constant threat of rape,
Or death.
In today's world,
Were born empty a clean slate
Only to be carved into and filled
With knowledge of the world
Knowledge that holds many things
But what if too much is birthed
What is to for come the overflow?
We all use our mind as a form to escape
from the world around us
from what kids call "the bad thing"
We see things that not ever one catches
and our mind discards it
if it hurts
Strangers are the only ones who make me feel beautiful
Those I have known make me feel improved
What Makes Me Tick
The sound of scratching,
On a chalkboard.
Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
A bottomless pit;
the black hole we avoid peering too far into
for fear we might fall-
Fall deep into a subconscious
Listen, I'm just trying to get my dreams out. Turn the seeds I planted into a green house. Then let it all blossom and bloom into success right?
Anything could spark a thought
Anything could change a perspective
Anything could alter an opinion
Anything is my catalyst of thought.
Tell me why I can't go to that party I was invited to last night. How come I can't wear my favorite blouse because your son can't keep his hands to himself? I can't go to the party unless I change.
Sometimes we do things
that we don't want to share.
We know that it's wrong,
but we don't really care.
We laugh, we bully,
and we are very mean,
but that doesn't stop us
from thinking we are queen.
I look to the clouds
For fear of falling to reality
Where dogs’ hearts are broken into pieces
We blame the breeds
But we don’t blame ourselves
For what we’ve done to the dogs
Dear Teen Vogue,
You know, I’d be a lot prettier if I were 6’2
Because then, the thickness of my thighs would be non-existent
They’d be shapely. Toned. Long. Lean and Stunning
It feels so fake a place unknown,
But a blur in my imagination,
Bang, Bang! She dropped
Down,down,down, plummeting
She's gone dropped dead on the ground.
Have you ever really thought about life?
Have you ever tried to understand the world you live in?
It’s important to break past the tunnel vision and gain new perspectives.
Provoking gives you pleasure
It only infuriates my mind.
Bashing on my purity
Pushing down my fortes
Life is now defined.
Misery chasing me
While my triumphs invite pride.
You catch sight;
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
I’m thinking of a place
God, help me get there
I want to reach it
What does it feel like?
I’m running in a race
This not so morbid cemetery, with its alive colorful flowers placed everywhere, is a beautiful and peaceful place to be. The morning dew brings the smell of freshly cut grass to my nostrils.
We are not invincible,
Bones break
Like glass shatters
We are young
Hearts burst open thousands a day
We are human
Quite the antonym
Of perfection
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women?
I think its time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women
Be real to our women
Life excites me.
The birds chirping,
Trees swaying,
The sun on my cheeks,
Or
The idea of something new,
Seeing someone I live to love,
It all makes me jump for joy.
There are a couple of centimeters of skin
that you can pull off of my arms,
where muscles have atrophied
for two years from underuse.
The skin is soft, but when
you pinch it you can feel a
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The woman sitting across from me pops her gum in time with the second-hand on my watch.
Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh.
Pockets empty now
Head full of wonderful thoughts
Still can't catch a break
Drowning in debt feels right now
It's the American dream
It's amazing to me; the fact that there is so much unexplored, unlearned and unkown is mesmorizing for someone who wants to take in as much as they can before they're gone.
It's not racist if you put one or two minority actors or actresses in a film so that it's seen to be a 'diverse' cast.
What gets you ticking you ask?
What gets me ticking is the breeder
The sounds of her own regrets
The impressions she places down upon me, stained upon my chest
the thing that makes me tick.the things that make me tick are the things that tick me off --like the fact that not everyone feels safe in their own homeand other people don't even have a home.
I surpass the unsurpassed
to conquer the unconquered
and foresee the unforeseen.
I am the voice of those silenced
to change the unreformed
and create peace from turmoil.
I speak the unheard of entity
By the shore, I sit
Each wave its own soundtrack
Allows my troubles to unravel.
Children play left and right
Out the front door
I strode, shoulders back
My grin exposing every tooth
A quick glance to my feet
The light blue sneakers glittering before me
MY curiosity fills me with questions
DAYS go by before I can answer myself
ARE my understandings that limited, or
FILLED with more knowledge than I can use?
WITH my abilities and desire to know,
How can you manage to stay away?
The pain it causes…
I can barely breathe;
Tell me your secrets.
How do you just walk away?
At the end of the night,
When you sleep in an empty bed,
My lips are a vessel for very few thoughts
For many never leave my skull.
They swirl around and drive me mad,
Their very presence takes a toll.
As I lay here,
Confused and hurt and lost...
My wonderland, drained from my thoughts.
The day has ended,
And Night clocks in.
The Devil's kingdom has struck again.
Her last words spoken,
Friends. That is what
They claim to be.
Yet they reek of insincerity.
They look but to not see
A heart laid bare.
It merely receives an unconcerned stare.
They hear but do not listen
she hides her beautiful self,
avoiding the arguing,
avoiding the bottles thrown at the shelf.
attempting the stop her eyes from crying,
but she can't,
Roots grow and grow and grow.
Plunging deep beneath the soil
Despite the above toil
Of birds and bees and human needs
Roots grow and grow and grow.
I grow and grow and grow.
I didn’t say I love you
I said pass me the potatoes
I said I have to work late tonight
What I meant was I miss being alone with you
I didn’t say fuck you, go to hell
I said I’m on the toilet
Rest teabags asleep on my sleepless eyes
And dream of the fragments within my mind
Fill the empty void inside
Today's society is all about looks
But does't the inside matter? Just like a book?
People say they don't care
Yet they constantly complain about trivial matters such as hair
I'm tired. Stressed. Overwhelmed.
The future is banging on my door,
and I'm scared because I don't even know what it looks like.
Electricity. Neurons. Synapses. They control what I think, do, see. Or so I hear in Class.
Thoughts. Movements. Habits. Trivialized to simple, subconscious connections.
My mind is buzzing with an array of colors,
each flitting by so fast it's hard to see every one.
At once it is Yellow:
the color of my summer thoughts;
Take a look inside me/Go on, look past my outer shell, my skin and bones/You'll find a treasured jewel/The jewel that I call my mind/Thoughts flow like a swift-moving river/through the many corners of my mind/When I am learning, I really tick/lik
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
Tick tock tick tock
Time starts to slip away
as you did
While I decide on a career
while you are gone
I wish I can speak up.
Living in silence for 17 years
has taken away my strength:
strength to be confident;
strength to be wrong;
strength to rise.
I have been overlooked by many
I wish my dog was here.Trees shift into spring,and the water in the reflecting poolripples in wavesand then stills as the windstops blowing.The grass is cool under my body.
I am unaware,
Here I lie scared,
Of the next steps to take,
What legacy will lie in my wake.
Through the distant storm
Nothing will remain of the norm
And life will change...
So you're thinking about running
And it's less about the outcome,
the hardened muscles and lean body,
And more about the feel of wind
Rushing through your hair
Feeling the elements
As they pass
Brain
Wondrous, complex, common.
Rains down mixtures of formulas, calculations, and creative images.
A dangerous weapon.
A helping hand.
Brain
I Dream and I Pray
I Pray and I Dream
Every Night and Everyday
That someday things can get a bit much easier.
That one day I will be able to go to college,
A gilded cage, clipped wings, a weight, breath short, metallic fear
shaking, sweating, the bitter putrid taste of vomit.
Anxiety.
Dancing is what makes me happy
you just won't get it
poetry is what makes me happy
you just don't get it
writing is what makes me happy
you just can't get it
the gears shift, starting and stopping without notice
start
vivid scarlet and deep indigo ink moves through the canal of gears.
I have failed to understand
my thoughts
like the ocean
the deepest remain undiscovered
foreign to explorers
dark and enternal
Perhaps it is the job of a philosopher or psychologist
I stare in envy at the school children around me
This silence a curse I bear to keep
I want to whisper
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to be
But my words refuse to leave
Have you ever felt so lost
In life, in love, in the world
Felt like there was no one there
No one to turn to
Theres billions on billions of people here
You have so many followers on twitter and instagram
In his eyes I am
the earth
the sun
the moon
In his eyes I am
his present
his future
his everything
In his eyes I am
perfection
a trophy
the one
But in my eyes
This is me.I’m not a kid anymore, I’m grown now.Don’t tell me I can’t go to the college where I want.
What have I got?
A complex mind that wishes not to be
Against myself I have fought
It's simply something I cannot forsee
But all you've got
Is a basic desire
To become one in the lot
Tears are flooding down my eyes, knives are being pierced threw my heart. There bones tear threw their skin. It is as though they're walking skeletons.
I hate when people act
Like they know me
Like they like each other
Like they know
They just don't want to acknowledge
Their disinterest
Their disloyalty
Their ignorance
The pain of the world takes a part of our hearts and souls
And refuses to give it back until all of us are gone….
But we continue to be happy
When I was younger
I came home from school
To play with my Bratz dolls
That looked so cool
When I was younger
I saw on t.v.
These beautiful ladies
That don’t compare to me
Light can not exist without Darkness,
Nor can there be Ying without Yang.
An endless fork in the road, right and wrong.
Flash "Scholarships" across a screen to get any driven students attention.
Explain how one may be rewarded for their accomplishments.
Schooled to learn education is the root to ascenion.
Speak my mind?
I can barely hear my thoughts.
Always talking trash about others,
do these bullies ever stop?
With all those nasty words,
I'm surprised your teeth don't rot.
Sometimes I feel like I just can't get away
The world is moving backwards
My mind can't concentrate
My back is up against a wall that's made of expecations
The rules are spinning in my head
False judgments and rumors
Fights and battles
You know my name
And not my story
We've never talked
But you know
More about me
It is dark
Like a crow’s wing
Thick
Like despair
There is no one
Like the world died
Empty
Like a pot
Pain is stretched
Like a rubber band
Resonating
An array of jets
Zoom on by
Things are falling
From the sky
One hits the ground
And in a flash
You're flying from
The giant blast
Your bed and home
His cheeks were a glowing crimson that year,forced into a furnace of scalding color.Coping, of course, was not in his vocabulary.
We..all...die.
The goal is not to live forever, it's to create something that will..
So ima create somethin that makes the time stand still..
See ima make that kid on the block turn around
