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I keep focusing on the past,
Trying to look the future,
But I keep focusing on the past,
I keep looking at my old interests,
My old things, hopes, dreams,
My desires, gone, but not forgotten,
the mirror
a place filled transparency
he said
but i saw it
a place of refflection
looking through self
seeing the personality we created
You're a part of me that will never die
Cause this feeling never fades, even with time
Countless miles between us but I feel closer than ever
Replaying memories of almost together
When I was eight I thought I'd be a princess and happy by now.
Shouldn't I have subjects here to curtsey, kneel, and bow?
I still don't have my mermaid tail or shiny fairy wings.
Remember yesterday
Remember the old days
Remember what we used to say
Remember the plays
Blues about clues about moos with nothing but a scene of touch and the sixth sense of the sensation.
Let go of the past tonight, choose the future only you define, leave the old in the past and live for what is yet to be.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize, but I have finally learned a lot about you,
And that even though I thought you were different, your actions told me that you areexactly the same by the things that you do.
It took me a long time to realize that we all have things in our pasts that we are not proud of,
But in a strange way, maybe these hard times are actually gifts that are sent from above.
It's so ironic how after heartbreak, a simple everyday item turns into the things that makes you fall apart,
And it doesn't take much for every little thing to remind me of you, even though you were the one who broke my heart.
My first home stood by shells and sand alike. I passed the days and nights down by the waves. Home two had fields and woods through farms to hike. Our fence was long but I climbed all the staves. The barn held horses, cows, and many goats. But Cr
Younger wanting to be olderOlder wanting to be youngChild wishing to be biggerBigger wishing to be thinner.Teen wanting a clearer faceClearer face wanting a better bodyPeople lamenting bad hair days
The canoe has a hole in it
Still we took it out so far
And travelled all the coves
No one is in the houses
Only buzzards flying above us
Time is owned by the trees
In losing, but still finding
In finding, feeling lostness
In dreams achieved, you’ll notice
The unavoidable abyss
The chasm of the chase: ever yearning, never sate
Sometimes the old times start to relive.
Relive until I can’t live.
Can’t live because I’m living in the past waiting for the future.
Staring in the sky
In this deep blue eve,
Thinking once again
Of those past gone days.
Old patches still hurt my heart
Scared pain threatens my way
Oh am trapped in mysterious world.
I am always thinking, always contemplating problems in life
I always has a thought, an opinion, or something to say
Never did I falter for an answer
Then one day she walked in
And her eyes met mine
Just a Man
You may be just a man, but when you're before me
Your skin is marbled, your eyes are broken and jeweled
Here you are again,
wandering around the block,
with that smile you use to pretend
not being caught up in your thoughts.
Here you are again,
but now, you're being brave.
Notions pervade your brain,
[
‘Tis freezing cold, warm bloods stained on the floor; with the memory of thou numbing into this fine veins; and skin where the cold shred its warmth. ]
So What Would You Say If You Had The Chance...
To Speak To YOURSELF In Your Younger Days... ?!?
In limbo here I lie,
Trying to find an excuse, a reason to try,
But as I think of the upcoming past,
I remember that I am so not up to the task.
So I crawl in my shell and hide,
Why now do I choose to read these words aloud?
All can ask is, Was it really worth it?
Starting to see now what truly lies beneath the surface
And it makes me sick to think I’ve wasted so much time
Turns out you never loved me
After all this time
So I guess it's back to being lonely
That's okay... I don't mind
I am from moving boxes scattered, littered on hallway floors
From unpaid utility bills, arguments and slamming doors
I am from tax return Christmas gifts and food stamp Thanksgivings
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
Dear future self:
I am you from the past.
That's an odd thought;
Right now,
as I write this,
I am in my prime.
I am the best I have ever been
But I am only a version of you.
Looking toward the mirror
Everything behind me
Try to forget
But it comes back
I am your scars
I am your traumas
I am your failures
I am your disappointments
My favorite color is the fiery center of a stove once it ignites,
bringing a sense of familiarity of my grandma's cooking.
The sound of the heat touching the bottom of the pan,
slowly boiling the ingredients together.
If I could change times arrows course,
I’d hastily retreat it many a face
To sail beyond your hearts remorse
In search of the pain each morn embraced.
I miss the simple things
like my ex-girlfriends kiss !
The touch of her lips
and her SHAPELY Tits !!!
But I don't miss THIS !
Emotional tricks
just to give me a kick
When your past is unforgiving,
Your future is unspoken,
And your present in unbearable,
Just remember I am here for you
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,
Of the memories
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,
I dream of a beautiful future,
Where I can atone
Soon, I’ll sleep again,
I will feel no pain,
For a little time,
Peace will be all mine,
My mind will seek
Freedom from the past,
I’ll be carefree,
15 June 9:54 AM
I do not like the present so I live in the past
A culture that had its troubles but did its best to over come until the last
Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see
What will come and what has been, all that time brings
And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory
Of two children who were young and full of innocence
New Year's Eve, two thousand twelve.
A night full of hope, joy, wonder,
but I was all alone.
My father, asleep,
too angry to stay awake.
My mother, drunk,
too careless to remember her children.
Once, I played alone in my head,
Not a worry in sight.
That was a distance memory,
A dream I think back on while lying alone in the dark.
What that really me?
That carefree little girl
there’s this girl i used to know.
her name flows blue inside of me-
she was so afraid to show,
who she once was in front of me-
crack, smack, punk
I heard him hit you for the last time
crack, smack, punk
God, how dare you hit your wife, a crime
thwack, whip, punk
Your kids are frozen in shock, just one room over
When You dig a hole, where does the dirt go?
And do You dig it fast or do You dig it slow?
In the end, a hole is a hole
But once You are in, it is time to console.
To get out of the hole, here is a clue:
I was hanging on by a thread,
Fear grasped on to me
I hyperventilated, thinking of it made me sweat.
I was never strong enough,
Bold enough,
Courageous enough,
To leave the cage I was bound to.
For years I have always feared my past
The one man who shaped who am
Today for I am someone who will last
And stay strong
I have never thought about ever moving on
I was disappointed with who I came from
Your flame-seared name...
It burns...
When I learned of you,
Dear Flame,
The games you play,
The hearts you slay,
When I found this out
All thoughts of you
Just went away
She laid snugly in her bed
as if she had nothing to do.
She peered out her glass window
I was afraid to be heard.
Afraid to be spoken to or with.
I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet
I was the quietest.
I feared fear itself,
It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
Oh my heavy heart
Racing heart
Defeated heart.
Knees weak
Eyes bleak
And oh how desperately I seek,
Memories are funny little things, Neatly filed away and tucked into little manilla folders in the back of your mind, Watching,Waiting, For just the wrong time.They slip;
Perspective makes us active
that´s what outlooks does to you
isn´t that true
obviously you don´t have a clue
well now I argue
life is too short
to just always think and sink
into
Don´t stop
Don´t drop
Keep goin on
even when live
tries to strive
after luck
don´t you see it looks like a Puck
Don´t stop
Don´t drop
there is an answer
and the sun rose in the west today because it thought the world was dead.
but it is alive because I woke up this morning and breathed.
and you know, I have always wondered
what is death to the mortician?
There lies a way of forgetting your past,
Its a big secret with hollow in its mass.
Moving on is the only solution they say,
I wave you to make your soul ride in its way.
To break all the tyres and follow up your way,
The doorman stood lanky and tallWith a suspicious eye that watched over allHe stood only three steps from me And I thought and I asked what it's like to be free
To Realize
August 30, 2018 ~ Thursday
They work hard every day to break you
So you have nothing left to go back to
Only forward
I want to genuinely smile and have real friends that make me laugh..
Even more than that - I really want to get my life back on track...
But it's hard to have hope for the future - cause I just can't let go of the past....
I am shattered glass
I am shards covering the floor
Fools throw Elmers glue at me
I stare in disbelief
Elmer's glue
I am shattered glass
I am shards covering the floor
Fools throw Elmers glue at me
I stare in disbelief
Elmer's glue
‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’
Another sip from whatever drink I was given
Tsk!
Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
When I was a kidI always had this weird obsession with band-aidsThey're as close as I could get to the stickersMy parents wouldn't buy me
Without poetry
I would be dead
Because I kept hearing voices inside my head
No one cared about the pain I carried
Everyone would tell me to keep my feelings buried
Life exists before we do
And before life exists the Earth
And even before the Earth there is more, much much more
More than any person or animal can comprehend
In all of it, there is a lesson
Reminiscing to learn from the past,
to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last.
The world's a stage, you're a part of the cast,
they say have patience, but the world is so fast,
to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last.
Anterior View of a Fragile Abdomen
By Emma Roy
Inspired by Monica Ong documentary poetry “Silent Anatomies”
***Please note the media attached is the original version of the poem
My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is greying and his beard is gray. He is wearing glasses just so he can see. Who is this man?
I never feel like I belong anywhere and I always feel as though I'm in someone else's space. I don't think this is the way I am suppose feel, I miss being secure and stable in the person I was.
nobody sees me
nobody hears me
swear I've been screaming
tell me I'm dreaming
tired of running
away from my mind
somebody help me
stop pressing rewind
I settled into the porcelain
coffin, tiny bubbles and
waves rippling, cascading
over the past and the
present.
My feet rose with the
crack, an existential
break in the mold of
My heart used to be whole.
But now it’s ripped apart,
It feels physically broken.
Will it ever heal?
My joy used to be full.
But now it’s disappeared,
It seems out of reach.
It follows us, mockingly
Ever remembering
Persistent, a most ruinous companion
It’s funny, isn’t it?
Our past
And this little game we play
I look into my past through old poems.
each yellowing page
telling another story of that sadness;
dark and full of worry.
I read and learn from them now;
I have found the story
Of a young girl who thought she knew the world,
Idealistic and overly-praised as she was,
Running free as her wild ocean eyes.
I have found the story
Hurry up and cross the bridge to the future and leave the hell your in fast,
Before the fire consumes the bridge to your future and my past,
If you can't remember what they created,
It was a breath
Of fresh air
Taking off
The words
Of him
Of her
Of them
And cloaking myself
Dear Time,
When we first met, I was stricken
by your tall body, towering over mine.
Your silky whispers make me shy,
At times I wonder
Where I'm headed in this world.
Where is my place?
In an office, the monotony of keyboards?
In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?
Or among the stars above me,
Dear Past Me,
I know growing up has been a little difficult for you. You've dealt with so much
at such a young age, and for that I am sorry. I know how it feels to be surrounded by
Dear Past Me,
I'm sorry.
I'm so incredibly sorry
For what you went through,
For how you were treated.
You should have never accepted
What they were giving you.
To my past self,
for whom I feel the utmost
Pain
Pride
Peace.
If I met you now, I would break.
Let tears for you,
Let you find the warmth in me now,
Dear myself four years prior,
a time oh so dire.
Acceptance and status
were key.
If I could turn back the clock-
Dear Sister,
The first time we met
You were 5
He was 7
I was 1
There were two sets of parents
One for y’all
One for me
Full sets, 2 in each
Dear Inner Voice,
It’s been years
Since you’ve been here
Reminding me of my fears
That was made clear
Now you’re back
Ready to attack
My sanity
And create calamity
Here we are looking to each other
Past to Future
Though I cannot see your ace
I know you will listen
You look to me
Dream of me
And I think of you!
Sometimes...
Dear Little Kaylee,
If only you knew what your future holds,
Your accomplishments, your heartbreaks,
Your best and worst moments.
You will encounter hardships,
But they will shape your character
I do not hate you.
I used to think so, in the darkest hours
Of the night, with salt in my mouth
And wet streaks on my cheeks
But now, removed
I think only of the times we shared
Laughs and kisses
Dear Old Me,
Hello back there.
It's me, your future self.
Go sit down,
Prepare to frown
But know it won't last long.
I know you are
So innocent,
Though you may be rotten.
Dear Future Self,
Do you remember the beat
The thumping of feet
Up and down the halls
In and out of classrooms
Present in class,
under the antiseptic light of the lecture hall my words infect the air,
and my fat brass opinion dissipates into discussion.
The next hand raises
Dear Grandma,
I'm doing fine. Thanks.
How are you?
...
How long has it been since I last wrote?
Couple weeks. yeah.
...
huh?
...
Like really wrote?
Pass that class
Apply for college
Gain more weight
Still get acne
Question yourself
Question your morals
Have regrets
Forgive yourself
Improve yourself
Love yourself
When you look back at when those pictures were taken, it seems they were just a window of
Time.
doesn't care about friends or
Connecting.
with others is usually
great uncle:I would like tothank you forTea.
It is asimpleitem, yetcomplex in mymind,Tea.
Dear Past Me,
It’s been a while,
Since I was so young and wouldn’t ceist my senseless smile.
Listen, kid.
What I'm about to say is important, so put the book down for once.
I know you don't like looking people in the eye when they're talking to you, and neither do I.
Do not ask her why her first shot of tequila was so easy to take.
The burn does not compare to her past.
I long to see your face,
To hear your voice,
But that will never be the case.
I want to pull you into an embrace,
Squeeze you tight,
For all the negatives to be erased.
Hey there dad do you remember me?
I’m your daughter, the one you raised but never come and see.
I remember when I was growing up you would’ve never left my side.
I don’t know why I say the things I do.
Why I continue to put myself out there after all I’ve been through.
I guess I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic some would say..
I believe in true love and hope to find it one day.
Dear Jarrod,
I don’t know if I hurt you
I might never know. But still… I am sorry.
Sorry that I lost a friendship so precious, so pure.
That I couldn’t have been better, clearer, less confusing
Dear Past Me,
You are only just beginning a long and tiring journey
to find who you are and to let go of who you never truly were.
It is a journey that will wear you down to your core until you are struggling
I will never say that I didn't need you.
I will never say that you were bad.
I will never say that I felt alone when I was with you.
I will never say that you didn't change me.
look, i never meant to hurt you
i never even meant to care
i've been hurt too many times before
honestly i think we've all been there.
i never meant to scare you,
to tell you about my past.
I am afraid of the dark and falling and those shadows you see in the corner of your eye.
And all of these fears probably stem from that time when I was young,
I reside in a nest of twigs
There is a spot on the bed
Next to you
My nest
snaps under my weight
The twigs
They punture my back
You are worlds away
And I
What good is it to first love you
When love was never dealt?
Why should I seek to put you first
If the same has not been felt?
But who am I to make that call,
And desire to receive,
The first time i heard the words ´i love you´
was also the first time i saw my mother cry
the way this person told me´i love you´
made it sound as if they were telling the truth
Love is not tears
Manipulation or jeers
Nor is it lies and coercion.
Love does not hurt
I lost my life to a familiar face,
He went by the name, Past.
He shot me down with bitter memories.
He poisoned me with lies.
There is a veil over my eyes,One thick, and made of fog,Made of years of sighs,And risen from a malodorous bog,
Tell me you love me
I'll say the same
Trust me with your heart
I'll trust you with mine
Never sugarcoat
And I'll do the same
Promise to never hurt me
Never raise a hand
You taught me to wait
Because you said I love you back
You taught me that it was okay to accept apologies
When your actions were like a song stuck on a broken track.
Because I loved you
Once upon a time...
There was a young couple with too many kids:
Poor Isaac, Miss Sue, and sadly, young Sid.
The three of them had never enough to eat.
Momma didn't know what to do or who to meet.
Count the stars
the small latterns that line the sky
to help the moon light the path to tomorrow,
as you try and walk away the sorrows.
Wander aimlessly,
searching for something that is lost
Once upon a Season
Fall, perhaps it was?
Year of fifteen
Although the sun shone,
the leaves fell
And so did I.
What I thought was a bliss
was when things became amiss
his eyes were mine,they held the sea and the sun.making my heart explode his eyes never showed me lovebecause they were in love with another.
how do you write about silence?
how do you write about sadness?
was the silence broken by crying?
was the sadness broken: did it vanish?
how do you write about defiance?
how do you write about fear?
Let’s see. Would I do all my homework or finish the chores?
Would I lock then go back and check all windows and doors?
Would I stay up all night watching season after season?
It was never easy. But now it is harder.
Seems harder no
Is harder
When I didn't know, they came
Like wind
I was alone
I was free
Free and alone
You can't drain away all the gloominess
My past has filled me with
But you can erode all the loneliness
My heart is smeared with
Only to let you in
And illuminate this arcane Soul
Remember dancing, tasting the present,
It as fleeting as our movements and our feet
Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow,
Freeing feelings caged underneath
Our skin
Hear the sound of the passing wind,Watch the blazing sun of yesteryear.
The water rippled through the galaxy,I watch his back as he face the clouds.
She locks her door and makes her bed
Hopes to see him soon ahead
Opens her window but is quiet
The empty night is so silent
Out the window she will climb
To meet her lover right on time
Remember when the sky was blue?
When there were no planes nor motors too.
The days of travel dragged on and on,
often taking lives like falling flies.
But as time moved on,
the hardships were gone.
It seems that every now and again
i end up missing my best friend
Kissing you in the rain
Would evaporate all of my pain
Holding your hand on a simple car ride
Makes my heart beat so fast
In these Disunited States
We're always concerned with such petty things as
Left or right
Black or white
This or that
My sister was a storm, she was big and brutal, she was terrifying in many ways. When I was a kid, she never kissed me, never hugged me nor did she loved me.My sister was a balled fist drawn back waiting for you to scurry away in fear.
Her eyes,
So deeply unsettling,
As I watched
The tragedy unfold.
Her hair,
Tangled in his fist,
Was used
But now you look
And you wonder
When it was you grew up
And you think how
Things will never be
As they were
Or as they are
And these last few months
Of one chapter
There's an intangible outside force that consumes me.
It's dark, fierce, and rugged.
I become enveloped by it, wrapped in its jaws, as I aimlessly fall into its deep, boundless abyss.
There's an intangible outside force that consumes me.
It's dark, fierce, and rugged.
I become enveloped by it, wrapped in its jaws, as I aimlessly fall into its deep, boundless abyss.
My past life used to appeal to me, now it is dreary in comparison.
No one I truly loved, no full happiness, no perfect peace.
I could fall asleep without tears or anguish,
Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w
Locks of the true unknown
lifting off of me like a thrown.
Luscious lust of what we cannot have
yet nothing more than a tangled past
Walking the path
Hundreds, no thousands had tread before
Winding through the hurdles of life
College, finals, work
How does it all get done
I worked towards perfection
Never stopping
Time passing
slowly, slower, slower still
senior sweatshirts
caps and gowns
graduation gifts
beach days
each day a little slower
yet a little faster
COLLEGE
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing
all this time was spent knowing
who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be
a year can seem so vast
a year can seem so fast
Floating in the sea,
I’m happy
The familiarity of the ocean drowns me
with a feeling love
The sound of the waves
I once could not breathe.
My skin use to hurt.
Darkness filled my mind.
But love surrounded me.
Love had always surrounded me.
But only right now
Right this second
Could I truly feel it.
Just want to come to u again Oh! Past,
Why were u lost.
Oh! Past,
You were my old host,
No fear from Ghosts,
But you made me lost.
Did I really change?
Did I change for the past year in 2016?
Was I ready for 2017?
Am I ready for my Graduation?
In 2016, I saw some things new,
2016
was 366 days
of dreaming,
of learning,
of reflecting,
of growing myself
into the person I long to be.
2016
was 366 days
of laughter,
of ideas,
The first part of my poem emphasizes how my youth was very childish and unconcerned, but once I started to grow up, some things got harder.
My dewy eyes reflected in the mirror;
I saw a girl affected by her past.
Chains tied to mountains weighing on her back
Prevented her from living the life she knew she was wasting.
Like a flower, I have grown
The way leaves soak up sunlight,
I have gained new knowledge and experience:
Met so many different people
This past year Alice died
I cannot remember my last words to her
But I do remember how my sister cried
This past year Jackson was born
New year, new me,
who would've thought you'd rescue me.
We learnt from the past,
And had a blast.
New year at last,
Well, that was fast.
There is a quilt on the bed in Shea's room, Pink, red, blue, green, and violet,Lace and stripes and polka dots,White pillowcases with crisp corners. There are books on the shelves, different genres,Stuffed in sideways and upways and frontways,old
Growing up you are taught right from wrong,
They file up the bad from good,
She couldn't speak no English so they often called us hood,
Waking at 5 so she could work her eyes
Can you hear me now,
As I call through the cloud
The memories of the year that has past?
The memories of joy
The memories of tears
The memories of death
The memories of life
Sometimes I wish to talk to the version of me in the past
The weak woman without purpose I had been
A little candlelight burning at the command of others
I am scared,
Not of the monsters in the closet
Or the ones under the bed,
But the ones that are in my head
Battling to the death to find an answer
For the sickening cancer growing in our hearts,
Sitting at lunch among my group of friends
All of them, laughing until their hearts content
Their smiles so bright it seems they never witnessed hardship
The eyes of the past
Look at me with shame
Look at the the pain you caused
And you're the only one to blame
The eyes of the present
Look at me with calm
The past is the past
Childhood... Thats the past.
I know I Could... Thats the future.
Life is Good... Thats the present.
Scared of Woods... Thats the past.
Manhood... Thats the future.
College Brainfood... Thats the present.
~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
Please Stay Out Of Mind,
Please Just Go Away,
As Soon As I Regain Composure,
And Take Every Memory Of You,
And Tuck It In That Safe In The Back Of My Mind,
After I Place Bandages On The Cuts On My Bruised Heart,
I was a little brat.
I threw tantrums.
I hit, bit, and scratched.
I didn't care about others.
I only thought about myself.
I loved myself.
I am alone.
I isolate myself.
My past is behind me,
my future is being rebuilt,
my present is here and
that's all that matters.
I can't let go of the past.
It isn't that simple.
The memories are engraved in my brain
Like the scars on skin.
They play in my head over and over
Like a movie on loop.
If I could simply forget them
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
Lately all I've wanted to do is to be able to rewind timeAnd go back to when I could sleep in your warm embrace.If the ultimatum were that everything played out the same
You tripped into my lifewith a pen behind one ear,just looking for some new skinto write on.I hear it’s easierto write your lyrics outon someone else’s wrists,feeling your soulspilled
I hold on to my past, I know I shouldn’t.
But how can I hold on to anything else?
Mrs. Present is filled with scars from Mr. Past
And of course, Dr. Future is nowhere near
I look up and see the sky,
I look down and see the ground.
I look ahead and see darkness,
I look back ,but only see the past and its faint light.
Which do I choose , that all depends on what I'll do.
Does no one remember how?
Straighten your tie or skirt,
And just make it to the "A" train.
Hurry, hurry, don't be late!
Make it on that choo-choo fro Chattanooga.
I killed that little girl
Thought she wasn't good enough for this world
Buried her deep in the past
She was unearthed at last
My darling, I'm so sorry for what I did
Everything good about you I hid
When it rains, it pours,
They say,
I've never known a grander truth.
Skies turn gray and I
Drown again
In water, tears, and straight vermouth.
Patterns, fractals,
Seem to be
Sepia
With water stains
Yellowed paper
Tied with thin string
Black and white
Photographs
Taken years ago
Smiles and stern
Dispositions
Peer out
From a window
There are many stories not told,
pasts that will unfold.
A loving, a sad, a true story,
of those who fought for thier glory.
Leave a map for tomorrow,
to find the treasure of the past.
It's gone
It's past
It won't come back
It's dead
It's faded
There's a crack
In what once was
But now isn't
Anymore
It was open
But now
The door
Is closed
She with the lion's mane-
She with her head in the clouds
had always been one to suppress her thoughts
in hopes to just fade in the crowds.
As she grew, as she learned
I remember the days of having a prime directive
The forward motion of my life insured beyond doubt
I had a line to tow me in if the tide of the world grew too strong
Last night I was perched
High up on a tree.
The higher I was,
The more I could see.
How great this view shines
Way above the ground.
But I could see more.
How great did that sound?
It is hard to forget-
more than one can describe. Images pressed against the skull,
replaying memories that decrease the rythmic motions of one's heart.
you are the reason the ancients worshiped the sky.someone so beautiful could not have come from the dirt of the Earth,you were born in the aftermath of a supernova. you have galaxies blooming inside of you
You are the aching breaths
The struggling steps i’ve taken to the healing powers in tomorrow
Tears marked with death
You no longer have control over my sorrows
I can't seem to find the answers
to give to another.
Is everything an act as he says
or is it just a joke that pays?
Everything has changed,
but it doesn't change the way we feel.
Every time I look to my watch, on my wrist,
I see the scars that remind me of my past,
The cuts that haunt my dreams,
The memories that will forever be there,
Reminding me that all I was in life is an failure,
Ever since I was a child the world looked so bright
It seemed like all the darkness was pushed away by light
But my young mind couldn't comprehend all the truth
After all I was in the starting of my youth
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation,
With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
Sitting in the car attached to the cart while grocery shopping with your mother
Being carried from the couch to your bed by your father after you've accidently fallen asleep watching The Little Mermaid
again
A hand
desperately craved
twisting and stretching
pulling my strings
Now, in this new land
To sense I’m enslaved
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about?
Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun
like making babies or going on journeys?
Why is the world so mean?
The face I see in the glass won't smile back at me, and I can't help but wonder why.
I guess she isn't who she wants to be, and it always makes her cry.
The water rushes down her cheek like a flood, salty and as thick as blood.
It took a long time to even write this cause the feeling insideI tried to fight it. I was insecure cause I knew you would never like what I would try to say you would never hear it,our relationship was beyond disgracedso i inscribe on the 8 by 11
I hate it.
It hates me.
My past is an anchor.
It drags and stops me where I am.
Don't cut the chains.
Use the chains to lift that weight.
And take it.
It takes you.
"Can't put your mind in a cast
but broken things aren't meant to last
Like walking on broken glass
reminding you bout scars of past
cause the world went by so fast
But not you, your stuck
I often wondered why my parents never realized
That I felt pain everytime they argued and fought
The resentment I felt when I had to constantly watch my youngest brother
This water I drink is like a pool.
I can feel the residue that I know comes from others.
Well I had that damn dream again.
The one where you come back.
You show up at my house,
dressed to the nines with roses in your hand.
Here is the land.
Here it still stands.
Here the land is opaque
To those who cannot see.
The world's secrets as easily.
Open the ground they say.
Let us show you are bones
Still in the ground we lay.
Watching you sleep is like watching the moon
you are so far away and so close at the same time
and when I press my lips to your cheek I see light
"The dreams of a girl
Not her own thoughts
Deeper i fell
I was taught,
How to kill.
Only in dreams
Would i see Such a thing
The horror seeped through
No longer i trust
I reached out
And held on to the whispers
Of my past
With time prying away at my Soul
Afraid of letting go
And falling into her Grasp
what a dismaywe were trying to find the pieces to the puzzle lets sit cris cross apple sauce and find a new game to playthis one was kind of annoying so we found a new sedative it sorta messed with our heads and we began to feed on selfishness ins
"I call out
Is no one there?
The imagination
Of the atmosphere
I called out
My memories stare
The past and present
Of ones held dear
Icalled out
But not in fear
It must feel great that your life has a soundtrack
Forget responsibilities, you'd rather sit back
Relax, just be a character not claiming any agency
How are you your own side role? Wake up, you ain't no baby
It wasn't too long ago that I had her,
so close to me, so willingly
but the winds of change swept her away
and just like that she was gone.
I didn't want to admit to myself,
My mind of youth, days of past so confused so deluded.
Unknown grounds rocky roads, departed souls.
Entwined in a world of poisonus minds, Life's trap door tryna fade the pain..The pain of life, life's pain plan.
You
I hate you
And yet I’m supposed to love you
I want to be rid of you
Yet I never will completely
He created
no problems
as others did
to her
she believed him
giving her number,
sharing her personal problems,
sent pictures of hers
her family, their new car
I wield a fist that has shattered glass, leaving in its wake
Shards strewn across the crimson splatter
lining the sink where I weep
sinking,
sinking,
sinking down into
In my hand I hold a sword
To defend or to slay?
As one you are the victim
And the other you have prey.
Future odds determined by what
A past has written.
What good is old and wise
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.
Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
Like a wave, happiness flows.
Sometimes fast while sometimes slow.
When you realized you lost the past.
Happiness tends to slow down fast.
Burn
A fury of fire that never died
Burn
A hatred that I refused to hide
Burn
My spirit that rose like a phoenix
Burns
In this small world where we live in,
Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths,
Where our feet are stuck in the past,
Is there any path towards the future?
Without any thought about our actions,
I am Spring, 2013
You were in a coma
Accidental drug overdose
I felt like I died
I am Fall, 2013
Things got better
For everyone but me
You see, I got worse
Barefoot river child
Dirty hands, dirty eyes
What have you seen?
Remember the days
Forget those nights
Please just sing with the chickadees
There's laughter in the sun above
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
Should you open that beloved book of words,
Should you choose to see what lies within,
Should you find, by chance, a certain word,
Janus, it would be;
You would find not the god, but a picture of me.
We met again in the dark last night,
But before I let you go I left my mark.
And for a while I'll haunt your reflection.
Every time you see it, you'll also see me.
Everything. Is. Awesome
It’s a foreign thought to admit that the world is awesome
A convoluted statement to understand the world of awesomeness
Move, hurry, not even time to worry.
Much to do, too much not done, rest and play
some other day. All is in a flurry,
a snowstorm never ceasing you might say.
This is an image of my past as you can see.
I'm not the entire focus.
I'm one of many people.
Taken years ago,
you look upon it and it appears to be taken on a regular summer day.
I live in an earthly purgatory
But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone
I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing
Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire
I reside in the depths of perdition
I remember when our connection had its first break: I changed so sudden, and the whole time I was feeling your heart break. It was a pain so strong that sometimes I still feel your heartache.
I hate the fact he loved another.
My love feels expendable and connection feels bothered, I hate the fact he loved another.
*this describes in great detail sexual abuse so stop reading now if you can't handle it*
im meeting my childhood monster next month
no one knows he's my monster
no one even knows i have a monster like him
Don't dance the words of a lullaby
Don't cry the words of a goodbye
Don't die in the words of a rap battle
Don't overlook the sights you see
in the blink of an eye its all gone
I'm a china, glass doll girl, people think I'll break.
Problem is they don't know how much I've already had to take.
And putting me on a shelf was never my idea of fun.
Where the cherry shall drop into the pink oceans
And he lamb’s ear shall hear the wind’s whisperings
The undefeated sun shall shine forth into the fourth of darkness
Yet the grounds are of pearl
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
Pondering
When the mind is free to wonder
But often chooses to fonder.
In corners where it should not be
Learning things one cannot see.
Where touch and feel fail,
Vivid pictures; envision a soul,
lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold,
poor kid, just 16, livin in hell,
fightin demons while he deals with the swells,
of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
You feel like your alone in a cruel place, wanting to leave you'll do whatever it takes, but at the end of the day, you know it's inevitable, that your basically alone in this world; invisib
I'm falling further from myself,
Down into the depths that threatens,
To swallow me whole.
The water rushes about my face,
It fills in the space left by my body.
This is where I die.
As I stare outside the window today,
I see little children with a ball they play
Happily on the street together today.
As I stare outside the window,
I remember our time back then,
Where are we now?
Today, I look up to the Sky;
I see all the birds Sky high
Flying, making the Skky alive.
Today, I look down to the Ground;
I realized that I'm Ground Bound
Rooted, held down.
I want to forget the past
But I keep trying to make the memories last
I know I’m only hurting myself
May 15th
Nothing can change my love for you.
Everything just happened so fast.
I wonder, what if I knew,
before you became our past
just who you were?
Is it possible to stop loving someone
when you know your feelings are true?
Is it possible for me to love again
when my heart still beats for you?
Is it possible to promise never
What is it? Why is it? How?
Lunar gone loony
That Jamacian wants bacon
My atlas is torn
and all I can do is watch some porn
and I slide---
They're all around you,
whispering in your ear,
touching your arm,
pulling your hair.
They haunt you like ghosts,
sitting in you chair,
People These Days
They are changing like leaves in the fall
And they leave you like
They don't need you at all...
Sometimes I'll lie awake at night thinking of everything and nothing all at once
(Another sleepless night)
And every time, a thought will cross my mind
(Never welcomed)
And I become sad
I want to go to sleep
But never wake up
With words so deep
My life I reap.
Lying in bed
WIth the sheets grasping my head
My face turning red
Hoping I'd end up dead.
Hoping for destination, she
gropes toward brightness,
across spaces like tundras.
Abandoned, left alone
Sullen, with a heavy heart
Smiling in the play of life is just a part
A single seashell on the beach
Waves overwhelm its speech
A single tile to the mosaic of the shore
Listening to the ocean roar
The waves beat against the coast
In this strange tangled mess I left us in, I found love. Or rather, I think I did.
I thought I loved you. I define Love as giving anything for the betterment of another human being.
Death, the end to all beginnings and the beginning of some unknown extent.
Death, the answer to all problems that arise out of life as they never seem to end.
The condensation of expelled expressed emotion swirling my window pane.
Making the portal to another dimension shift ajar, to one which is much more comfortable.
Living under a facade is hard when it's all you've ever known.You trudge past the faces of todaywhile remembering the ones
Going into the dark chambers of your mind
Where the voices whisper
The hands claw
Waking up in a cold sweat
Gasping for breath
Longing for air
No, you won't go back there
Fakebook.
Instastab in the heart.
Subtweeter.
Real babies,
Not dolls.
Drinking beer,
Not juice.
YOLO, swaggin'
Getting turnt up.
This generation
Weak, Worthless, Insignificant, Useless, Unwanted, Dejected.
That is what I felt inside, looking at me from the outside.
Some say I’m weak because I don’t do what everybody does,
its a cover
its a page
its a hand with a pen
its a rainbow
Its a sky
its the waves And the sand
its hopefull it inspires
its what i love
Its happiness.. its mine
What makes me smile?
Well that's a funny question,
For the things worthwhile,
To me at least,
Are simply a facial expression.
A sparkle in the eye,
With my pencil full of lead,sharp at its head.
The line I draw that's a bore,but soon it'll be something more.
The quiet assumes
the guise of a room,
abandoned by many.
Ghosts of a family.
Once existed happily.
Outdated portraits grinning,
forgotten by the youth.
Ignorant of truth.
I used to sit alone in bed and cry.
As tears streamed down my face I wondered when I'd find my place.
I'd think to myself "why do I even try?".
Days and nights passed and it was all the same.
There are times I scream out to the stars,
Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.
When I was younger all I could think about was going back to Chicago but now I see it's just because of the memories I had there.
Remember the good old days?
Of laughter and love and spirit
Remember when?
We weren't afraid of shadows or each other.
Those were the good old days.
Weren't they?
Remember when
she stands alone
in the dark
dark closing in
as the tears fall
she feels pain
within
her heart aches
but she cant let go
the past a memory
her breaths thinner
and less
Distant drums are beating.
War is on her way.
I once wished for peace,
once prayed to the
almighty Lord for
a sort of sanity in mad times.
Back then everything was so vivid,
I could remenber her face even though she had left.
The image was so clear,
its almost as if she stayed.
But now, only 5 years have passed
Sunrise, sunset
Dawn and dusk.
A starry net
visible, but only just.
Ruby-orange
fades to blue
begins to change
right on cue.
Dawn begins-
yesterday is the past.
Dusk ends-
That great gaping maw of the past opens and I slide down that rabbit hole,
like I'm a 2-year-old again riding down
Trees,
A thousand years old,
Touched by a thousand hands,
Fingers trailing softly over rough bark.
Trees,
A thousand feet high,
Home to a thousand birds,
"You did this"
I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year.
I am ony six years old.
As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Standing, arms crisscrossed as the dead, I stand.
And now she let's lose in soft lips a coo
"Trust me"
"I'll catch you"
She's waiting, but I'm still standing
because
what -what if she doesn't?
HOOK:
All but one that can make this complete, All but one that can solve this mystery.
VERSE:
The one piece I'm looking for it might be happiness, love, or maybe trust.
HOOK:
Obama wants a change. To have to world rearranged. Let's do this right. We can change during the day or night. We can change a person's life.
VERSE:
We can do this.
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
Many times, I have heard of young girls and boys who,
All thanks to bullying,
Have committed suicide.
Why would people even try to ruin their lives?
Most of us victims were innocent.
Past is a flask
Once filled and drunk,
Now bare of its liquor
Only the scent lingers on
Its been 20 long years
A lot of cheers with some tears and other fears
Life has been kind
Though occasionally, I have been blind
The world changed me
As I changed with the world
In anger, I have hurled
She would trace the outlines of his face while they slept, so she could remeber every detail.
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
Depression filled her mind completely,
With thoughts she did not wish to think,
Thoughts of the past, the pain, the suffering
Imprinted on her brain like ink.
My ghost
follows me everywhere
My ghost
hides in the shadows
My ghost
huants my past
My ghost
endangers my future
My ghost
seeks a chance to scare me
Here's another older one to round out the 5 for tonight :3 I'll post more tomorrow, maybe I'll even write a fresh one for you~*
Dreams boil in my chest
Hot and fierce they burn my flesh
Here's one from several months back:
Weighed down by the mistakes of my past
A pebble, a rock, a mountain on my shoulders
At first I ran, regrets like quicksand sucking at my feet
I know about my past.
I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair
With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper
I think about the day of my first karate class
I once had a childhood; carefree, full of dreams.
I once had a family; happy, loving.
I once had my sight; to explore, to enjoy, to embrace the world around me.
She stands outside; the sun's to her back;
Her shadow keeps her from being alone.
It's an autumn day, the sky is blue,
It dawns on her how time has flown.
Oh where has the time gone?
The days have flown by
We had times of joy-
We laughed together
And we had fun
We had times of sorrow-
We cried together
Children’s bikes laid in the grass, Skateboards scattered in the streets, Play sets empty but not broken ,Swimming pools filled with smiles ,Barbecue smells wafting into
Maybe
One day
I hope
I will make enough new memories
To fill up all the gaps and holes you poked into my mind
One day nothing
Will make me think of you again
Trees, the wind blows through them;
and all I hear is applause.
"What do you hear?" she asks,
"do you hear the laughter, and the happiness I do?
Do you hear the children playing?
Turn on the radio
Max out the volume
Do you love this song?
That song speaks to you
On a level no one can ever imagine
Not the whole song but
Just that one line the artists says
Close your eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of us-
As deep drums
Mark the beginning.
Ravenous human shadows
Singing brutal blood-stained
When leaving any place, you are physically and emotionally different.
Your essence ever changing
“The past is part of who you are” they say-
But who picks which part of your past shapes you? Defines you?
Tangled webs are woven
by lies and cruel deceit
human hearts are targets
for others mean conceit
He was abused, she was used
they think that it's their fault
there is no fault when hatred
Light flutters on my eyelids through the forest’s verdant lace.
My tiny body bouncing in cadence with Dad’s steps.
We arrive at a wooden hut and duck inside.
It’s damp, cool, dark.
Water tumbles over mossy rocks.
Yet my path grows my story will never change.
It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
Their was a time when I was small
The flowers standing proud and tall
I would walk amongst the blades of grass that were taller then I
And the house beneath the tree 'twas mine
Before I end my sentence,
Listen for once.
Breathe through your heart, feel through eyes, and sing with an open mind.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
I breathe this air one more time,
I get back up, though I was burnt to the ground,
And just like that phoenix,
I may be missing a few feathers and have a few scars,
Drag an eraser through your tears until the wet trails have all but disappeared A wooden pencil shall draw your lips up into a smile And paints may drop all sorts of bright colors of all shades and tints But not even a million Could blot out the
She told me we were forever.
She told me she would never leave.
She even told me that we would stay together because I was tw baby with a mistaken name.
I've never liked change too much
Change brings risk
Risk brands possibility
Possibility boils expectation
Expectation breeds disappointment
I've never liked change too much
Never Forgetting
Sheets of steel, behold with fear
Stand alone
Against all odds, so appear
In the shadows
A Past We Shared
We use to be exemplary
Our matters were trivial
Breaking so we were
Trust turned sour
A Friend of The Past
Once first
Now last
A kind you were
Ridiculous but settled
Remember When
A time of joy
Shared with care, compassion
You and I share a past
Long and last, yet so new
My Perspective Of Life Would Be A Great Way To Change The Attitude I Have Right
You know that moment?
I know you do.
When you realize that the things you have -
are just to few.
That shining moment inglorious, spotted
where you just think,
what am I doing?
I want you to see all of my happiness
I want you to see my friends
And my grades
I want you to feel like you screwed up
Because you did
But I forgive you
Speaking over the years, into the Static.
By: Anyssa Q. E
You...I remember you,
Through a balmy retrospect,
You come to me in dreams,
and breathe to me your memories,
Though her lips say she doesn't,
her eyes say she still does
love him.
She looks at him like
she looks at
no one else.
It's cliché,
but her eyes do sparkle
and light up
And all these little things
They build up inside
Turning your light into dark
They rupture the protective wall
That we think saves us from all the hurtful things
What would you change
He said
What would I change...
My mothers' words
And my sisters'
The friends
Who used me
And turned their back
When I needed them the most
My fathers' cancer
Staring at her past self
Evaporated Dreams
Waistline Increased
Color Dimmed
Snapshots of happiness
Endless Sunny Skies
Playful Fights
Summertime
How old was she?
I hear your anger,
I feel your cries.
I can smell the fear of histories repitition;
the thought of certain memories guard you heart.
You cannot forgive nor forget.
How could you?
It broke your mind,
She yells and nags
She gossips and brags
Our relationship went down the drain
Everytime we fight it fries my brain
I love her of course
But from all the yelling my voice is hoarse
What would the world be
If everyone, including you and me
Did their part
To help start
The world's largest revolution
In education, now that's a solution
You take a child
From the wild
I see people laughing and smiling everyday with so much cheer
So easy for them to continue life without judgement and fear.
I am envious of their emotion they show
for mine remain hidden so much no one will know.
My Dearest Isabella,
I am dead, but my words will live on.
One day, my book will find you,
In that book, are the pages of my life.
Those pages, represent memories I once had.
The pages contain words,
what would i say could change? it would be me. My knowledge of how powerful education really is and how successes could better me. How education would have helped me become a better me.
I got people looking up to meBut I'm just not that heroic.It's like I'm living a double life,I promise you don't even know it, Cause I don't even show itAnd I don't even flow it
I own these things;these things I bore,yet left me for deadI own these things.No ones name but mine engraved.No one to blame, but me to blame.Everlasting, unforgiven, unchanging.
I use to remember you
That way you move your hair from your face
it strikes me down with nostalgia
Like being struck with the badge of honor from an epiphany
Every night I lie awake,
Unable to go to rest.
Every night I make choices,
Choices that change my life forever.
Every night I think of my mistakes,
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur.
People messed up, clothes on backwards,
life is an abstract art-
hard to decipher.
Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
They tell me that I should
forget the past,
live for the present,
and don't worry about the future.
Haha yeah, okay...
The past is what makes me who I am.
Those lacerations in my pride...
Across from the ocean,
I sit on the beach,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze calm and still,
I'm caught in the moment,
I am a dream
A picture formed on the mind
I am a vision
Is what I think of all the time
But what does it all mean?
The faces fade to ash
Photographs discolored to the sickly yellow
Of rotting buttercups and stagnant sunlight
Captured in dust-coated rooms
Disintegrating into something less than nothing
Out on the streets, I run by many things
I run by the cars in their rush
By jagged cracks in the concrete
By hills of strength and downhills of bliss
My feet propel me foward
Every Christian has a different burden that they carry many of them forget that there is a sweet anointing in the sanctuary that there is a stillness in the atmosp
I put the past behind me
I put the past away
I put the lies, the regrets, the mistakes ive made
I put those nights, that 9, those tripple 6s away
Cuz i Realized the boyz that made me laff an I embraced
For all those who say time traveling is impossible,
it’s not true.
Music is my time traveler.
It helps me regress.
Every song is an old memory,
producing waves of nostalgia.
We were friends back, years ago
Back When She was a awkward nerd and my hair was nappy.
Now We're all grown up, reunited,
And All I want is to make her happy.
I stumbled upon it without knowing what it was.
I pulled it out and saw my name written on it...the hand writting... it looked so familiar yet so diffrent...I opened it and started to read.
Love is a very powerful force that can motivate us, makes us new, teach us things, and give us emotional comfort.
Black atmosphere, purple park on fire
my flesh desired
Black spiked hair with a bruised face
stepping, grass crunching, heart race
Whose destination is love.
YOU and you and You are my definitions.
I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept.
Life doesn’t work that way.
I want the best of all;
I always end up with
My past
is just that - my past.
I have moved on
at last.
I cannot forget.
I want to forgive.
My past
is just that - my past.
The present
Pettiness is all I can say
What goes on at school day after day
He says this She says that
Dance to the winds of desolation
And create turbulence
In the pathways of the rulers
Don’t be afraid to break their reign
They dig graves for everyone
Of ashes burnt from conviction
Trying to bury the past. But it keeps coming back to life. It drains my energy. Lives off the many tears i cry. I try to shake it off but it isn't gonna happen. I thought i was done with it. Why does it keep reviving? No. Leave. Go away.
I'm doing better
She says she hears it
In the sound of my voice
And I wonder if she hears
You in there too
The worst thing you can say
Its come to a point where i dont write poems for myself anymore
But instead i write poems so i can hang onto what we used to be
Im hoping one day you happen to stumble across one and maybe itll take you back
One morning I woke to the sound of my Family's despair, and I ready myself for the day ahead and descend down my aunt's stairs. Why me? I asked myself sorrowfully.
Three broken hearts all in one day,
But my love for you still stays.
We are silenced in the depths of darkness.
I pray that someday the barrier will be broken
For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
"There across the Crescent Moon is where you'll find me sitting on the edge fishing, in hopes to reel you back to me once more."
Most have heard or read
the animated anecdotes of the dead.
They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow -
- stories of life, of music, of love.
But all anecdotes end.
Few ever say or re-claim
His feet were hard and calloused
Probably because he had no shoes
Torn and stained courdaroy pants
Worn for the past 2 weeks
Cracked mug found in the dumpster
Filled with loose change
It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
It happened so fast
It happend years ago
I thought the pain wouldn't last
Yet I couldn't seem to let it go
I always thought to myself "why me?"
I cannot live with this pain any longer
Unwrapping that present
New, shiny, and unburdened.
Looking forward to that new gift
All day
All night.
But soon, weeks pass
Dust layers
By layers.
Shine dulls
And dulls.
You
You were not supposed to do that
You
I don't even have words of a poem for
you
because I don't know what to say.
Tiny little painter man paint my skies so blue
tiny little painter man paint my dreams come true.
For the things I wish to do I can not see
so tiny little painter man, paint it clear for me?
I was an ass.
I was shy but an ass.
When I worked up the courage to talk,
all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like:
"I'm probably smarter than you."
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
That what goes through my mind.
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
That what I feel like in the inside.
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
Crying is a weakness it eats you alive.
Day One.
We all smiled at each other, prospective friends,
Day Twelve,
We hate each other, more than we can bear.
The darkness we've found in these halls has begun to transcend,
You are gone.
lost, destroyed, undefined,
the same face,but different eyes.
What did she do to you?
You were supposed to be my rock
my shelter, my protector, my deliverer,
Yesterday is gone my dear friend,
it has already come to an end.
With all its blunders and its tears,
follies,defeats and other fears.
The endless tears you may have wept,
I think I found my talent.
Yet, not sure if I really found it,
Oh well,
Time to take some chances.
I will dance like no one's watching,
Sing as if I don't care,
In the night, you scream with fright
you hold your breath all too tight,
for in the night, lurk shadows of the past,
you remember of those gruesome nights,
you try to fight those scary dreams,
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
7...8...9... It's been 9 days since your hand slipped through my finger tips. 9 days since I've last felt the bliss of your warm embrace. 9 days of thinking of time edged in moments that we solemnly spent together.
There will come a time when I have to let youReally let you goBy that I mean you will be goneYou will no longer be in my thoughtsI have let you go beforeFor a year we didn’t talkI did not think of you
Sometimes life likes to screw you overWhy can't we just live and let live?Horrible parents, a cheating loverEveryone takes what you have to give
She was said to have burning lips,The woman that worked at the corner storeShe had bright green eyes and saucy hipsThat made you shudder when you opened the door
I read their words and my heart breaks openWords of the soul that were never spokenCreations of the mind that were made to beVisions of their realityMy soul takes in their endless life
Poetry, when people think of poetry they think useless, hard to understand, and a waste of time.
Poetry is really part of everyday life like music, commercials, etc
Poetry gives me the sensation of amazement in people's ability
We'll be here until the end of time,
let's not leave love behind,
let's be kind,
clean the earth,
make it shine,
because our world is so fine,
everything is beautiful,
keep an open mind,
These Battle Scars
dont look like they are fading
as they sit on the skin
of a damaged girl.
And everytime she looks
in the mirror
they are the first thing
she see's.
Your either writing your feelings down or writing what's on your mind.Many write it down as a verse, like a journal or in stanzas,but I'm one to write what I feel, or when I'm bind.I write because I can not always speak the truth,my mouth is sewed
Poetry...words that merely chose me
Opened my eyes and heart in ways the world cannot see
I was lost...trapped in sadness that would last
Fought continuously with the darkness of my past
And you're goneFarThe last of you that I heardWas the sound of your guitar
All we areIs two star crossed loversAs distantAs the stars
Let’s take a journey through time:
An unborn nation,
Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…
Swish, swish, swish…
In search for new territory.
Bang, bang, bang…
Dolls, dress-up, hop scotch, and hand games.
Those things I didn’t have time for at that age.
Growing up was the only choice I had.
I'm from sweet ribbon candy,
along with fizzy bottle caps
like fireworks against my tongue.
I'm from Bon Jovi and Adam Ant;
the greatest hits buzzing in my ear.
I'm from Rick Springfield,
The bright neon lights glistened and gleamed
Dancing and twirling across the black night sky
Before they were distorted by the blur
As the car went whizzing by
The warm summer night is teeming with magic
They say that you can’t repeat the past,
But what if that part of your past comes back
And you greet it with a kind hello
Sending neurons firing from left to right
In that lovely brain of yours,
Desires are a deep thirst
Always there
Water quenches
Dreams are saltwater
Appear to quench
in the end
only worsen
Taking hopes
Twisting them
I wish there were something that I could say That could take all your pain away.I wish there were something that I could doTo show you just how much I love you.
I look at my legs and I see all my scars
Somtimes they're as vivid as my nightmares
Sometimes they're as invisible as that little girl was made to feel
I look at my arms and I see exhausted veins
sometimes i wonder
what things would have been like
if i had forgiven you a little sooner
if i had kept my mouth shut
if i hadn't fallen for the wrong guy
Poetic justice which
Whispers in my thoughts
Soft influence
Leads me to my own conclusions
No wrong answers
Indiscernible meanings
Inspirations-
Lead me to always have
Aspirations-
Release
Sweet God I think I've got it.
Remorse
Where's my mind I think I've lost it.
Relief
All my dreams mix well with drinks.
Regret
All my screams are making make me sink.
Repeat
there's a part of me
that wishes i could say
i fell for the way you laugh
for your refusal to call yourself a ginger
(even though the truth was clear)
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
The sun casts its blinding rays onto the snow-covered ground to create a glittering reflection that has always reminded me of broken mirror shards.
To know what my future holds,
You must understand my past.
It's too much to swallow or
To sip from a glass.
It weighs a ton,
Therefore it makes you exhausted after I'm done.
The past is static its events shall not change
Time can't be reordered, reduced, rearranged
It happened, it's done, its effects have been applied
You are a past thingA thing from who I used to beAnd I miss you, you past thingBecause sometimes, without you, I don't feel completeMaybe I have not tried to replace youBut you're like a rare part
In the dark sky
No one hears her cry
There's no one to call
Her tears continue to fall
Her broken heart
Is a work of art
Can we roll back the hours
And refresh the calendars
To the time and the place
Where we said we'd never change?
Can we go back to the town
Where we almost drowned
In our sappy cheeto-cheesy love?
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
Evey kiss is imprinted upon my lips
I can still feel the heat of you
Living on in the memory of a touch
An unbelievable softness
The velvet of you lips
Covering a barley leashed passion
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)
(poems go here) The moonlight is so bright, so peaceful, so simple.
A heavy cloak of black attacks and quickly engulfs the powerful gem of Silver, reminding her that pure bliss can be shattered at a moment’s notice.
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
I'm falling, fading
But I've already done this.
Black glass
Chasing the past
Future.
Unsure, no cure
No sense but suspense
Only not.
Nothing, pure and new.
I haven't got a clue.
Birch,
Your bark once white
Is now black
From all the things we can’t take back.
You’ve shivered in the wind
But now you burn because we’ve sinned
Your shade may be no longer,
"You've drowned me, you know," I say,
Looking back at the places, the people
That I once knew, long ago,
Under different stars, a different roof.
For how is it, that when I dwell on
Could I go back in time and speak to myself I would choose the Samantha of four or five years.
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time.
Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind.
My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
There was beauty, laughter, even happiness;
It changed to rot, weeping, and depression.
The bitter transformation from one black day...
Sons of gods, of kings – all dead.
The night was cold and wet,
Sitting in the past,
I see you wear a mask.
Why can't you just be honest?
I thought you were my goddess.
What did I do you wrong?
Was I not good enough?
The world was against the two of us.
The wind shook the house on that cold, cold night
You were yelling at me, I didn't want to fight.
You stumbled down the stairs,
You stumbled into my room,
You grabbed me by the hair, and you blamed me.
Untamable
This space is cold
The name I chose
became the main chain-reaction to maintain with a brain too strange for the average face to smile at
so brace and don't
hate just cope
I came to hold
Letters of blue,
background of gray.
A forlorn hue,
a fading day.
Memories made,
memories lost.
Characters built,
companions cost.
Childhood gone,
in body for sure.
Maturity's con,
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.
Your smile is the most heartbreaking thing i know
Every lie you tell, I see the truth slipping beneath them.
If they cared to inquire, it's visible to see.
I inquire-very frequently.
Through and through I'm there,
They say "Don't follow others, just be yourself,
Originality is key; it's all up to you".
They also say "Don't be a freak,
Don't hog all the attention,
Not everyone can be the best",
So what can we do?
Don’t hope for a tomorrow
Better than all the ‘todays’
You have gotten
Only when you realize that
Today
Is better than yesterday
And tomorrow
Is simply an echo of the future
Will you find
Broken like the keys of an old piano,
Fake like all the lies that you've told her,
Tattered like the curtains of an old abandoned house,
Abused like a stray dog...
Broken like a rusty 1969 Chevelle,
My home
Beautiful seasons of crimsons and greens
Vast blue seas
I’m sorry
Our greedy hands
Ripped through your trees
Poisoned your air and clear waters
And brought fire into your sky
Empty hands
Empty phase
Lonely place.
Shuddering loose.
Ends ravel back, twisting trunks
Forty stains,
Grape seeds.
Whispered gold, precious wrought.
Luscious lied.
Charlotte's red and gusty breeze
Wiping down the laney square.
Thrashing greens and yellows
bare.
Waiting, watching, calls me there.
The creaking of an attic’s chest
which contains the stories of a previous life
hidden as dusty almanacs.
Rummaging hands find leather covers –
life to the memories forgotten.
This world is filled with many things,
Such as joy, sorrow, and emptiness.
And all these feelings make us feel alive,
But sometimes they make us want to die.
I can't see you
But I feel you
I don't know you
But I love you
I don't want to forget you
But I can't remember you
Is this wrong
Or is it right
This word love
It evokes a thunder within my heart
A freezing rush of painful memories
Gliding gently across the lens of sight
Some where it happened in these memories
I thought I can show her the way of love,
Make her feel untouchable like from heaven above,
Be her friend and also her one,
No more thinking her love is done,
Give her that light that she can not see,
As I stop and think,
I think of the past.
The times we were together,
I wish they would have last.
Time can change two people,
Like the tides can change the sand.
One drink to wash away the pain,
Just one more,
One sip to cleanse the sorrow,
Just one more,
One drink to ease the suffering,
Just one more,
That will come tomorrow.
A blazon radiates from above
Upon the barren, bleak cave
Where reminiscent of lost love
Reflects within mystic waves.
Some people say love doesnt exist
Others say it is only found between a man and woman
if thats true then whats this im feeling
for a woman
Butterflies in result to that sweet sound
i call ur voice
My memories have disappeared, where ever did they go.
I know I had to start from somewhere, like everyone that I know
When I lost my memories everything seemed so very dark.
I know I had a name once whatever that was.
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
Flash,
Back to the days
When we believed everything anyone ever told us.
Do we still remember them?
It seems to me,
Those days were so long ago,
Passed by so quick.
Now look at us.
person of trust
trust no more
laugh at my pain then
hide my pain now
command respect
and give little respect in return
demand me to work
but work I do not
pretend serious one minute
I’m holding onto pieces of my past
My broken heart coerced me to resent
Thinking of the time I saw you last
Longing for the chance to mask your scent
In days to come I write of hope,
I write of beaming white.
I scrawl of joy and scribble truth,
and smiling, sweet aloof.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown.
They swallowed me whole.
They took my soul.
They flipped my world world upside down.
It was early December when I first met him.
He was a little timid at first,
He hid under the seat until the lights went dim.
He was as horrible as a curse.
I loved him.
As times to come are seen from heav'n above,
As life's pasture of green is burning bright,
When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss,
When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
I am a strange stirring in the night,
the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream,
the tension of your misplaced affection.
Memories cross my mind as they try to escape,
I try to control which ones stay or go
this method never seems to work
but I keep trying anyways.
I
try to file my memories
Into discrete sections
The rain, it is my comfort,
when I sit, alone, in darkness,
my thoughts completely consumed
by you.
"I've lost all hope of you ever doing anything right!"
"You will never amount to anything!"
These phrases and more echoing through my head
"Just end it now!" I think as I collapse behind the door
Candles on a shore of black, lights flicker on stone white faces
Not seas of corpses are they, but a sea of mourners
The ones left behind, left to cry on wet sandy shores
This is where silent tears are heard
Somehow your eyes of apathy never see.
How can you stand on the outskirts of this agony
And point, laughing, at the bleeding-
Shining bright and smelling of pain before your face?
How can you forget that I’m here when
I want to move on to my next,
but for some reason i still have felings for my ex.
Even though she played me ,
i stil let her call me baby
Remember
When things weren't so complicated
When words weren't hidden meanings
And we were raw human beings?
When "I love you" meant
I love you
and "I do" meant "I do"
My mind wanders to unforsaken memories of the past, and I begin to wonder why things turned out the way that they did.
My fist was closed.
My breathing, hard.
The frown line was there,
sitting on my forehead,
as I failed miserably,
trying to hold onto something,
that was just like thin air.
Almost burned in the fire
Didn't feel the burn, but I got the marks
Generations getting higher and higher
We left the atmosphere without any talks
I find the mistakes that I've made
Can’t you see,
I’m trying to be optimistic.
Everything you did,
I try my hardest to forget it.
Don’t wanna hurt you
By acting like I’m so resented.
But we’ve done it before,
Some days I feel alone.
Some days I feel hopeless.
It all depends on the day.
It’s hard some days.
Although we are told,
Do not dwell on the past.
I always find myself,
Looking back at mistakes.
The old, faded wallpaper hangs on the walls
Ripped in spots where the cat has tested her claws
And where the wall meets the post of my bed.
Small birds peck at the breadcrumbs thrown into the yard,
A trip forward to the future-
a blast back to the past!
We loath to sit and wonder-
how time will go so fast.
Sadistic you are
Weary is I
The battle has been won
Are you proud?
Is there enjoyment in pain,
pain that you have caused?
Do I deserve it, no
Do you not see your hurting her from the inside out
That soon tears that wish to rain become a sullen drought
Misery from the mornings start
Till night when the sun departs
No wounds visible for the eye to see
Sleeping deeply, always lightly
Never sweetly but always nightly.
Nightmares haunt me taunting softly
Leaking deeply into my reality.
Was it a dream or was it real?
These wicked thoughts are out to drown me,
Looking up at life,
Watching time fly by:
Eyes fixed on the future.
A simple moment stops you,
Surrounds you like a home:
Eyes fixed on the now.
Feelings. Senses. Sight. Smell. Contour.
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.
Smears of rain on the glass
Reflect my watery stare
Tears slide off my cheeks
And I think
Where is the sun in this drudgery of rain
Does it require surgery to cease the pain
To whom it may concern:
What is it about me that frightens you?
Is it the way I talk? The way I walk? The way I’m shy?
If you really get to know me I am a nice and sweet guy.
Two happy people, or so it seemed
She soon woke up
Wishing it was just a dream.
I am aging gracefully
as is my faith
like the gray replacing
the brown in my beard
pesky questions
have been quietly
replaced not with
answers
accusations against innocents
crime against the colored
fear, disgust, seclusion
we take one step forward
little by little
were pushed two steps back
continue to push
continue to fight
Free at last, free at last!
Thank God almighty, we are free at last!
That’s what I want to say
But it’s not the truth
I mean the whole truth
Civil Rights
More than Dr. King
Rosa Parks
Malcolm X
The plight of the workers has not gone in vain.
No, their everlasting effect is present still today,
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
Foundations of these lands were marked by the free and the brave.
Through history of the past, fights were fought to make others understand
Settlement and sacrifice, journey through many cultures which made it grand
A woman sits in a chair reading her book,
Something is on her mind, you can tell by her look.
She turns the pages with caution,
Her eyes set on the book with passion.
Silly girl
You were once so
Driven by your past
Your daddy would get high
And your mother would cry
You wanted out of that life
Then you forgot where you came from
And partied like the ones before
The lights are on and everyone's staring expecting a performance. I open my mouth and I forget all the lyrics. I think I'm going to mess up and they're all going to laugh, but then I sing and my doubts are in the past. Is this real?
After all of these years, I thought I knew
how to understand how you work.
How we work.
But, nevertheless, I am always blown away.
In awe? Wonder?
Disgust?
No.
He never saw the point
All he ever wanted was to kick, push,
And coast at a skating joint
Never did he saw the purpose of the tune
Thought the black and white is simply doom
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
Everyday I’m stressing
Trying to repress the excess
Expression on their faces that makes me feel less of a person but more of a mess
And coming from them hits hard to the chest
I just want to go away and never return.
Stay free from all concern,
But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn.
Possibly take a wrong turn,
And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
"History repeats itself" a phrase in time that remains unctouched, just as the world of today!
Live in life as we do, our past..forgotten we choose. Which apon us brings a uncertain future acompanied with no change.
Nobody grows up anymore
They get caught up in disappointments
Stuck in broken promises
Rejected by scenes of what used to be.
I'm running through the woods
The wind rushing through my hair
I take a leap of faith
Despite my knowing you're not there
I cling to this thought
Hold tight to my perfect picture of what if
Hey Life,
Can I get a tall glass of success followed by two shots of accomplishments?
Can I move forward? Can I reach my destiny?
But first I must set free from the confinements of a broken family…
Even though you hate me
I continuously look back to see if you miss me
You spread your hatred for me to anyone who will listen
You plaster your loathing for me so loudly that it's hard to ignore
Lovely, curly head
This is you, in me form,
Giving you a message simpler than a worm,
Remember how you used to hate those?
Lovely, curly head
Don’t ever give up
Don’t ever lose hope
Dimly lit and falsely advertised
The Cafe stands on the foundation
of what existed yesterday,
The faded glory that used to flow freely
is now dormant,
Hindered and shrouded by years of aging.
Last night, in my slumber, I had a dream
It was an American one, one of exceptional encouragement
And oh the intricacy of this grand scheme
So grand, the world knew it was nowhere near forspent
