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I can still feel the needle peirce my skin Taste the glass stem between my lips I can still feel the white girl flowing into my veins My body going numb, between my ears hearing the train
I sincerely miss Playing With The child inside But now he cries. There was a time When he could see sunshine But now he's scared He came to life unprepared. On the ground he lay
Look up to the sky friends, Can you see the coming end? Red rock falling from the sky, Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise. Say your last prayer, beg for eternity; The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
leave your life to the Library it might be hard to do but it means in the end when your when becomes went death will never truly take you. leave your life to the Library
Sksksks And i oop Hit or miss Maybe uwu Soon to be meaningless to generations gone by Like all else in the world Tik Tok will one day die. RIP VINE 2013-2016
When the sun lifts, I think about tomorrow and the earth bringing foreign land, making rosemary and lavender that grows from three month rain.
Walking down the hallway, Looking at the people I see on this day, There's the Jocks, the Scenes, the Gays, The Cheerleaders, the Nerds, and the Emos saying "I'm okay", The Mean Kids, the Tomboys, the Girly-Girls,
Darkness looms for miles Been down this road for awhile Walking with a single phone flashlight All that surrounds belongs to the night No light to guide my way Feeling lonely, walking astray
Pray for the impossible, Preach for those before Learn to find what’s possible And make a future to live for
I know why the willow grows. It grows for a life it yearns to know. It grows for you. It grows for me. It grows so tall for all to see. The willow grows because it can because no one told it that it can’t.
It’s the sigh of relief after you hold your breath. Growth. Suffocating because I chose to be rooted to my problems. Growth.
Fearless or frozen, how do I chose? If I’m stuck in my tracks, then I will lose. Fight or flight, what’s the best option?
Today’s a new day The clouds beginning To give pathway for sunlight If I look at that way Who’s here at night When there’s not a bit of light To accompany the darkness of my mind
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit 'Cause the more you give, the more they want
The voices in my head they take over and push me to the point. They tell me I am not good enough. That I am just messing up. Every step I take is a mistake. Every word, a lie. The voices in my head
No words just letters And pressure The poetry is concerning The feeling is burning My feelings just turning.... around The poetry is bringing me down am trying to surpass him,who? the man am talking too
You ever walk down the street, and find it empty? The sidewalks barren, with no one, nothing in sight. The lights are dim, as if knowing today is nothing special.
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
no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp,
To my apathetic partner,
I had waited. For. The rain to stop. But. The sky stayed open. And. It did not seem Like You would arrive. Sadly. Then I learned. That. You had changed plans.
I had waited. For. The rain to stop. But. The sky stayed open. And. It did not seem. Like You would arrive Sadly. Then I found out. That.
Did I do something wrong? Or was it just too long? You tell me we weren't meant to be. Only, my heart still beats for your warms lips Underneath your hips, into madness, Sadness,
Identity war! People vetted. People gone. Thought this was our home.
Today in the world, People are obsessed with diamonds and gold. Children forced to sit still, Forced to bend to their parents will.
The same song Sung by people who wouldn't want you To hate yourself The same song Sung by people who wouldn't want you To hurt yourself
For the land of the free, there sure is a lot of bondage and incarceration imbalance. You can only go to jail if you're not a straight, conservative, wealthy, white male.
The best player down Expectations are a swarm Am I strong enough? In February Basketball halts much too soon and cuts off my stride
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
s t o r y o n eMy Jetpack Blues turned into Danger Days; so the Black Parade stopped long enough for the American Beauty/ American Psycho to pass by. For
I don't know about you.I can only speak about myself and I have horrible anxiety so in the morning I like to boost my self esteem as much as possible so that is what this poem is about enjoy!! Roses are red
What awakens my eyes? What seemingly invisible something Sparks my passion, without wrinkling my soul I grow older
I saw a chifferobe One made of pale hickory That shimmered with clean Said to be magical And smelled of caffeine Forsaken among the young And murmurs with the old It guides one's tongue
Oh caption my caption Is where it all started It was Honors English 11 and I was nearly departed We have been doing poetry for a while And I was quite tired Everyone seemed to hate this unit
Life Taken By the Gun By: Miracle Strong The rain began to pour As I walked across the shore His arms bleeding leading to his destination
i am the ghost you never knew i was the one you passed and stole a second glance i was the ghost you would turn to in times of woe i was the one who picked you up when you were down
The late darkness consumed the bright outdoors, feeling the emptiness. Continuing to walk the once brightly trail now covered in fear. Over the far distance, there was a quick rustling within the leaves.
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars On a sizzling summer day. A mahogany table on those days when they are able To sit around it to pray. Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
I don't know, for how could I? I am complicated, yet want to be simple No one can tell me who I am For even I can't decide I wish things wouldn't change For good ideas are left to hang.
The War (monolouge) Damn I just wanna Drink and forget It's hope and regret If I sip
My hope is powered by the greatness of your heart. My smile is fueled by the sweetness of your words. My mind is functioning with the help of your rambunctious emotions.
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
The grids The line The time The home The cost The Animal The lost The smile The frown The money The crown The city The state The Nation
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
And so the hairy fat ape raped the puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
Music had so much emotion and soul
I don't care what people think of me if "Im ugly" without make up
Play me like a fiddle, boy,
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss me
Impossible is but a word in the mind,
Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
I as a person am not a conversion.
Some people out there in this world hide many things.
Latching on to things that stick. Holding tight, but losing grip. Adhesive wears and tape grows dry, But time extends in Elmer's eyes.
I am passionate. When I love something, it is more than love; it is a clawing, aching, inescapable need for more of it. I love movies, a lot.
Facebook, Twitter, the 'Gram It's all make believe, like a fairytale People will go to the 'Gram,
I am weak.My skin is crisscrossed with
Walking in the hall of high school, masses of students passing you by. Some recognized you and wanted to compliment your stylish clothing.
I have been writing for almost a decade now and what I’ve learned Is that poetry is damn dangerous, But it is the only safety I’ve ever found in my life.
Mirror, Mirror. you can see me, but can you hear me? Please tell me you're not like them, you don't just see what's on the outside, you can hear me. You know me,
I hide behind a mask of hurt, insecurity and rejection. Maybe its because I was never a boy's first selection, not having an hour glass figure really killed
It’s too easy to fake a smile, force a laugh, say “I’m doing well” It’s too easy to go with the flow, to become clichés, to rely on autopilot. It’s too easy to slather on foundation,
For personal use
Beauty comes from the roots
I am not being Only a swelling soul that lies within
I am more than a face you may remember.
I don't know what you see But is it really me I hide behind so many different things Sweats on the regular Books are more interesting Very few friends Because I am no means to an end
The sun is rising. It’s time for another day I get up Put on my mask Pull the curtains shut Start playing the hologram. There’s a person moving across the stage
Walking thru those double doorsThe real me is at t
It surrounds me. It consumes me. The black fog that fills my mind. It only comes when I'm at my lowest. It knows when it's welcome. That's the problem, I welcome it. With open, raw arms.
You apologize for everything—even though it’s not your fault.
My life has been full of secrets My thoughts much protected My personality a big puzzle
This is what happens when I speak my mind. "All you do is complain all the time." This is why I can't be me. Because, you see, to me, my life is just not complete.
Curtain? What curtain? My face screams agony wherever I wander Between the lines of a soft smile And the Gap in my two front teeth I laugh, for the pain is too great
Day by day boisterous people walk my way I sit in classrooms with people who speak their minds Their confidence is so high they don't care what they say Oh how I wish I could be the same way
The world only sees What I want them to see The true me is a mystery I crumble behind the scenes I smiled once today And it was a miracle, see, For the first time in months
I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
I remember how the shackles fit since I was three years old and noticed that my brother had cars and I had an apron lined with silver bars, they trapped my dreams they hid my screams under a noxious smell
Hidden Behind The Curtain It's a masquerade ball monsters are beautified to all
I’m not supposed to call it mine My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps. Somehow saying it isn’t mine makes it okay
I melt in his gaze
I can't always pretend That I've got everything together, Showing no emotion like a man. I can't always wear a brave face When things plummet downhill. I want to disappear without a trace.
~a heart once so pure Heavy with burdens ~Smiles turn to gold Shy to break, soft to hold ~molded in flawless to be just flaws ~A heavy broken smile is all I am
Addicted. Insecure. Lonely. Boring. My curtain hides me keeps me from being hurt again. It hides how lonely I am How much I crave touch But I'm too afraid to reach out for it.
O Earth, will you not rest? Shifting your plates violently As if trying to wipe away the junk You fell city's, as a logger fells trees You bring even the mighteist skyscraper to its knees
Although it seems as if she screams and shouts
look into my eyes you will see blue look into my heart
This prison wall, this masquerade drains life Every time I fall into it's trap. I all alone build barriers from strife, Though hurt inside I still force out a laugh I paste a smile no matter what I feel
The feeling of depression bogs you down, all the negatives are collapsing over and over again. No one is there, and no one can help, No one knows you, and you are all alone.
Underneath the mask I wear, shrouded by the darkness.
You determine your success your life is up to you. Hard work, dedication, determination. Till its the only thing you know. The struggle is real struggle is the only thing you feel.
Congratulations. Success is in the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, my palms are sweaty and my heart beats at a rate you wouldn't understand. Everything seems bland, since I don't give my colors a chance.
A structure alone Of jointed bones With a thin layer Of mortal beauty Fair skin and dark eyes Fair heart and dark mind Oh I pray that this Is all there's to me
I wonder if thou hath dots on thy face
It's cold out, and the weather's frigid. I frown throughout the dreary day.
Hello, my name is SomeBody And this goes out to society and everybody that refused to let me be me Becaue yall led me to believe that I had to live up to the standards and expectations that yall and society told me had to be
A child hides behind his mother’s strength, It seems his fear has grown to impossible lengths. Day after day, the strangers keep passing,
In our judgmental society, people are ridiculed for everything: Our looks must be perfect. Our personality must be perfect. It’s a tough world for many, and each has their own problems.
The face in the mirror The face in my mind The face they all see and the face that I hide none of them real but none of them fake Society is the door and I should be the window
FakeA descriptor built from uncertainty and accusations Tailored to those who do not fit regulations or expectations - freaks Used by those who do not understand anyone and those who wish to understand themselves.
I'm on top of the world he said in the next breath, he proclaimed, That we all fall. Its kind of funny how we're all taught, how we all bought into the lies that we all sought.
This curtain is my protection, I need it to hide myself from the world. Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide, And it seems no one understands it. To me I am sweet, To me I am kind,
Who I am to you? A woman. A woman who has fun. Who like to venture out and dance. A woman with motivation and focus. Someone who likes to run and lift. A fashionista.
The hardest thing I've ever done is keep my smile It's hard to keep a smile when you're eight years old
There was once a girl who had given so much of her heart away that one day, after giving her last piece, she fell asleep listening to Bon Iver, and doed of a broken and missing heart.
Chorus: I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
Who would ever understand The person that I am He says he loves, he seems so sure But he doesn't have a plan I try and try and try But only seem to fail If I try one more time
Some open book you were So open, I could see the dotted lines on the pages you scribbled on And everyone knew how to read but me
If someone is in need, their guardian I will be. Need a hand? Your wish is my command. Is everything all right? You can tell me, do not be in fright. This smile I wear,
Tori Content, friendly, and dramatic Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
From the outside Just another robot Going through the motions Stuck behind this curtain Afraid to pull it back I take a look around At all the other robots Going through the motions
Child upon the horse Horse runs strong with a spirit He sees through the lies Spirit brings life to the girl
Something won't let me open up. Maybe it's the looks of judgement from others that are really looks of envy.
My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen. Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
I've been surving for seventeen years
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
When you grow up believing that nice is the way to go, you forget that emotions, and thoughts
You should have known better
I'm letting you in. That is what you wanted right? To see the real me... to see me when I take society mask off at my door. and place it next to my keys... because you know I am me when I am alone...
I took the one less traveled by.
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it, Time pulls me back, embracing me in every dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
You know I wrote a whole poem not more than two seconds ago what a shame I let it go i wish I could rewrite it
I can play pretend. I do it every day. I've gotten so good,
She stares at the soft carpet surrounding her.
I've learned to see my vices as my virtues. It prevents me from conforming to living the status quo. My brutal honesty is not liked by many,
Hello and goodbye the same each day waiting for something new something different a sign that life can get better I'll smile at you but inside I'm screaming I'm not fine
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell when I watch her delicate hands search for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
People think her cold People think her bitter People think her strange People think her just like them People think her cruel
No potential. Loser. Ugh, what a drama queen. These words are released, fatal as missiles. They aren’t meant for me, at least none that can be seen. The launchers have previously accepted my denials.
Once upon a time Innocence existed Love caused clarity Kindness was a personal trait Magic fulflled our everyday desires And knights in shining armor slayed dragons
People often wonder, About the quiet girl sitting in the corner, Who hides her face behind a book, As she laughs something, But little do they know, She’s laughing at them.
Gaze into my stormy, cloudy eyes And you will see that I am crying The tears of loss Sitting behind the curtain of lashes Trapped behind a perfect facade Of happy smiles
That girl people see walking down the hallway in school. Do they know that she is me and I am her? Crazy it might seem to some that she is a part of me. That crazy and loud girl who somehow manages to get staright As in all her classes.
If you knew the person behind the curtain, You would know the real me. If you knew the person behind the curtain, You may not be so wiling to share. The person you see is open-minded.
My life is ridden,with lies hiddenof a dark past belowthe pain I bestowkeeps me below.My identity is lost,I want to find it at any cost,my life is riddenwith lies hidden,
I am an enigma. I am a realist, a perfectionist, a bold social stigma Disapproved for my disapproval of the social norms Often found within the most social forms. People gather to talk about the status quo,
This face is not merely cheek bones, and a pretty smile This face holds a mind whose knowledge runs for miles This face is much more than the impressions of time This face holds the eyes that have witnessed the climb
What do you look like? Where are you? How do I know it's you? Did I do it right? When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?
What's the reason for all this madness All these pensive thoughts And there's no reason for this sadness I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
I’m the type of womanWho wants to be lovedYet, turns away the friendWho would surrender everything.I’m the type of woman
Live in the present not in the past, don't be concerned with the things that you never had.
I find reasons to love you, I find reasons not to love you.
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.
For all we know, we could have died years ago. Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life. For all we know, life is one big dream.
Trying to connect with my past
A difference you are Making as a butterfly’s' phase in life.
when your in love there is always pain! you know why? becuase love is the sister or pain. you fall in love he might brak your
What Would You Change… If you had the power to change anything what would it be? Your hair, Your name,
the thoughts of a girl who tries to make herself look happy but puts up walls so that no one can get close enough to see her true colors
look at me my outfit is trendy and preppy my smile always reaches one ear to anther LOOK AT ME look at my shoes my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
As child I was always asked "when you grow up, what do you want to be?" and without a doubt I just knew I wanted to teach english to be exact reading stories excited me
Imagine a world with no color How dull our lives will be Every moment the sky gray That’s not the way Our dreams won’t be dreams We will wake up with screams Because a world with no color
Arise, arise Caesar said, as he addressed his troubled nation. You all agree that mighty Rome, is in need of a new foundation. For nor you or I can dignify, the recent struggling peace,
I am the strange man. The man that is a boy. The boy that is a man. I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong with the same hands. So I try to write as well as I can.
I believe that we are trapped, Inside our own little cages.
I Am The Wolf, Quite And Sleek, You'll Never Find Me, No Matter How Long You Seek. I Hide In The Shadows, For You No Not Witch One, But I'll Make Sure You See Me Smiling,
Mirror on the wall
The true American experience Is like a tree. As we come together we Grow tall and strong. Our roots are buried deep in our rich
My body fills with joy as the grease fills my mouth, I know that in an hour it will come out my south. Friends to my left and friends to my right, we bought enough meat to last us a fortnight.
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue; Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello; Biting at the first taste what life has strung; And spitting out my past below. My first hello of my new career;
Tumbled stones Ebbing tides Salty mist Nature's prize Breathing in Letting go
Her body was a temple, handcrafted, with exeptional curves heavenly, lightly fragranced with cocoa butter and almond oil She invited men inside, and the temple began to cave in.
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object, Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to, But it has the option to wander around, And perform what it desires.
Torn, Worn, Past down again and again are the books my ancestors dreamed to be in , but now as years have surpassed, I have become those dreams, taking it for granted as well as using it wisely.
When the lights are searching my pockets of darknessThose words that frantically chime in your earThey are still alive, they knew me wellI told them, you were a whisper
You are the moon and I am the sea, Your constant changing faces, Are always changing me, When you show your full face,
Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
It hurt, When you let me go. It hurt,Because I didn’t know It would be so soon I should’ve listened toWhat everyone said. You only wanted one thing.
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath Sure of its death he limps away Back to his pack He must defend them Whatever the cost Blood drips from a leg
The sky is alive Clouds slowly dancing by me birds and bee's wisping by without a single sound leafs of all colors red, yellow, green and brown The sky is alive the sun getting ready for bed
One side is where your on the inside looking out And the other is when your on the outside looking in There is nothing in between except that clear glass that allows you to see through that wall in front of you
Watch an eagle spread wings like silk Untouchable purity against a night sky Until the hunter (some would call him Destiny!) takes aim See the king of the air turned to game
A Three Letter Word No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
It is my innate right A thing I will Never give to you Why must the demons feel Such strong lust To control it To destroy it Without a fight Nobody Should ever give that up
Into the maw of hare and fear, Drawing you ever near. Many will enter and few will leave, but those who do, lose all sanity. The maw holds a presance, Of which you would never believe.
There I am. Rain pouring. Dusk is upon the horizon. Standing still, breathing. Just Breathing. I look up at the Marble Statue of Christ.
Being the First. I remember the long summer nights the most. The sweet scent of Juniper floating among the breeze. The croaks of toads and chirps of crickets filling the silence.
8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come. The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
(poems go here) I heard before that the road was long But I never imagined I’d have to be this strong It feels like you’re asking so much of me Burden so heavy I can barely breath
“Life sucks. Then you die.” Said a father to his son The father was bored at the son’s baseball game The father never came to another one Only one vacation to the shore
Back and forth, back and forth, runnin down the court Can't imagine anything. Nothing stronger, im the king of this court, come at me brother.
How doth the little moth Fly high up in the sky? Flitting gently from light to light It seems to find pleasure and delight. How does he fly with so llittle care? Clumsy and such, but STILL doesn't care
When I close my eyes, I can see his slowly fading away. When I touch my wrist, I can feel his blood clinging to my skin. When I hold my hand to my chest, I can feel his heart beat, Slowly Fading Away.
You see darkness in my eyes The pain in the tears that I cry you used to hold my hand but that has come to and end All that I ask is that you don't judge me in the end.
Love is blind yet it sees the most Are you fearful because you can't run away when you're uncomfortable? The beast in you is the monster in me You tear me to pieces but it sets me free
Curiousity Reins, Adventure, My best friend forever Dare I explore the basement?
At the point of no return. crashing falling soon to burn. my minds a crumbling abyss, amiss at my fingertips. loosing, lost. struggling at what cost? life is empty, that triggers tempting. transformation, this sick sensation. justification?
How does one see themselves as less than a human? Do we not bleed the same blood? Do we not walk the same earth? Is there such a thing as acceptance? Acceptance before death.
being alone feels like walking through a dark room everything seems dark and you're just hoping to find the light switch soon we look for ways to cover the emptiness we carry inside at times hoping we could die
I want a Son I want to witness my baby boy’s birth. I want to show him his promise, his worth.