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They toil in fields
They mine the coal
They slave away to build forts
They put food on our table
While we eat and walk like kings
They bend on one knee
Fan our heads
Feed us our daily grapes
Pay your taxes
Do your hair
Eat your food
Munch on the bread that molds you
Pay more of your taxes
Shut that pretty little mouth of yours
Stop your whining
Drink your bottle
Is there a point
In living in this world?
Or does this world have a
Point, a point
That I must climb
The trecherous mountains
In order to reach?
There is love, and there is hate
So it’s I don’t know
So it’s I don’t care
Modern living
Under where
The Middle Class
Have gone to sheep
In branded linen
Secrets sleep
Woken weekday
Shutters peep
So Jews run Congress
Why be surprised?
That 'woken' Right
Just opened their eyes?
Power mad Blues
Ate Zionist pies
It'll be the same dance
By the Red ties
A new set of clowns
Ugh!
Me Thuhg
Me get lucky last hunting trip
Want see what me got?
Mmm me
Me here's nice prize
Small minded state pooling,
Chickens in a cage.
Carved for display.
Squaks yell: "Rage!
Let me range, free."
They may cut wings off
Don't fly
Might make the other birds feel bad,
Cry.
Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
Wanting to be loved.
To be noticed.
To be the same as everyone else.
But why is everyone else rude.
Ugly rude.
Why would you ever want to be the same as someone who hurt you.
Today, beauty standards.
If society is like a clock,
And we are all gears,
What happens to those
That rust?
Anyone can be refurbished
With the right tools.
But most cannot
And will be thrown out.
We cut and try
Make us the butt of the joke
Point and laugh at human reactions
We joke about you
You kill us in the streets
Hundreds buried a year
Point and laugh at the blood on your hands
No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air, an aftertaste with dry cracked lips.
Gritty and hard to chew as you gnaw on your cheek, with a metallic saltiness and kinda sweet.
"NIGHT LONG"
*This society is seeming, if you can't not and haven't involve in atrocious things you seem counted out in the society.*
Parfois, oui parfois, c’est bon d’oublier
C’est bon d’ignorer hier et le passé
Pour aller vaillamment de l’avant
Pour continuer vachement avec le vent.
Bajo el puente Del Río están parados, atascados, estacionados
Miles de inmigrantes Haitianos, no Ucranianos
Francamente, si fueran estos últimos, no serían sancionados
Society has carved into me, sculpting out the ten commandments in bone
Ten ways to hate myself now forever placed on my skin
Am I not a story?A perpetual jugglerOr any apparition hustling to survive?
Disrupted volcanoMiserably, a blast!Of flames and flowersPerceived as hollow and no art!
Democracy is about freedom of speechAnarchy is, without a doubt, the oppositeOf democracy, liberty and freedom to wishTo hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
Welcome to womenhood
doors are wide open for your opinion
but don't think we opened them
we are door stopped by people who have no right to be wedged into out society, but we don't matter
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts
Of the world
Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts
In this world
Here we stand
Much to their surprise
Or dismay
Or confusion
Fat men are a whisper
A forest cut down for comedic relief
Only seen if we are funny
Only loved if we have money
[TRIGGERING WARNING: SUBTLE IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL IDEAS]
Unfitted for society,
What will I do?
I know nobody is fitted for this shit
But you cope with it, don't you?
Unprepared to earn a living,
Humanity Began Its End
When Value Had A Face
Worth Had No Cost
Pricelessness Reaches Attainable, As
Worthlessness Became The Currency
Of Forgotten Souls Whose Hearts
I have seen the tortured minds of my generation rise out of the ashes of insanity naked in new birthborn of one-night stands to fathers angry at street-level poverty looking for another damned fix
Constant exposure of
instant gratification,
that’s where we’ve drawn the line.
Where we are, where we’ve been;
then traveling further in time.
I miss when I was little,
When I didn’t care about how I looked,
The only thing that mattered was being able to play kickball,
Why do I look like this?
Why do I have this body shape?
Why am I not pretty like the girls on social media?
I Was Asked Today To Write A Poem...
About Todays’ Tech Age And The String of PROBLEMS That It Now SUSTAINS...
From Men To Women To Those... Teenaged...
A Piece of Wordplay Can BARELY EXPLAIN... !!!
Now I’m A Hip Hop Guy But DON'T Rock Mics’... !!!
Cos ‘When It Comes To My Rhymes I PREFER To... ROCK MINDS... !!!
Because What I Write Reflects On This Life...
NOT Trying To Flow Tight Or Playing The TOUGH Guy... !!!
Now I’m NOT Trying To Be Funny...
But My Artistry Is CLEARLY NOT For DUMMIES... !!!
The Types Who Think That Life Is JUST LOVELY...
Because They Have Money... !!!
So Have NO LINK To The One That’s UGLY... !!!
It’s Really CRAZY How We Communicate Now... ?!?
From Behind A Mask To Simply Ask...
A Question About A Daily Task And That’s Just The Start... !!!
From DIFFERENT ROOMS We Now Claim To ZOOM... ?!?
It Seems That MANY Place WEALTH...
On A HIGHER Shelf Than Their Personal Health... ?
So I Guess They Can’t Tell That This May Not Serve Well... ?!?
ESPECIALLY Now That Corona’s Around... !!!
Just DO What YOU SAY Instead of Making Claims...
That Prove You’re As Honest As A Perjurer’s NONSENSE... !!!
............... I’m Saying Just... STOP IT... !!!!!
ALL This Knowledge You’re Dropping Like Gin In Tonic...
Now They May Stop My Ability To Have Some Stability...
Because of A LACK of Earning BIG CASH... !!!
But What They WON'T STOP While My Mind State Is Living...
Is Verse That Breeds Thinking In Poems I’m Bringing...
It’s A CRISIS... It’s A CRISIS... !!!
MAN Their Talk Is PRICELESS... !!!
It’s A CRISIS When Ish’ Happens To Them... ?!?
Like Gun Violence That Leads To DEATH... !!!
But When It’s BLACKS... !!!
So What’s With The LOOKS People Give These Days... !?!
As If You’ll Get SHOOK And Then Walk Away... !!!
Because of The Gaze Many Choose To Display...
As If Their FACE Has Bullets To Spray... ?!?
Limit THIS Limit THAT... !!!
When We Should Now Really Just... LIMIT ALL OF THAT... !!!
Because It’s Basically Chat That’s Distorting Our Track...
Don’t Say What You Think If You Are... “ Gender Phobic “... !?!
Now I Come From That... “ GOLDEN ERA "... !!!
Where Agendas Had NO TERROR... !!!
When Girlies Went For Fellas... !!!
And When Wine Was Kept In Cellars...
WITHOUT Visions of Marcellus... !!!!
In These Days And Times It Seems That Minds Are Inclined...
To Plead IGNORANCE When It Comes To The Plans of These Government Clans...
So Are Dipping Their Heads That’s Right... IN THE SAND... !!!
So Will Humanity EVER REALLY COME TOGETHER... ?!?
When Racism Factors In EVERY Chapter of Human Matter... !!!
When Pale Skin Clans Don’t Like Those With Tans...
And Those With Tans Have Problems With Blacks... ?!?
Ya Know I Used To Use Dots...
Or What's Called Ellipses To Connect My Scriptures...
But Now Use Squiggles To Connect The Lyrics That I Sit And Scribble...
So I DO Connect Dots With Rhymes I Jot...
The halls crowd around me
As I push through bodies and backpacks
My feet fall lightly
On the dirty concrete floor
Students laugh
Students cry
Everyone is lost
In their own self-centeredness
So This Line Was Expressed By... ANOTHER Poet... !!!
Who Calls Himself SUICIDE SUSPECT... !!!
So Now It’s Subject Is One I’m Gonna INSPECT Within This Here Poem... !!!
Because EXACTLY Which One Is It... ?!?
Ya Know The World Is FINE It's Humanity's LOSS...
When We Decide To Behave Like DOGS... ?!?
The World's WAY BEYOND............................. ..
PAYING The Cost For Humanity's WRONGS...
So... Justice Is Served... ?!?
And Has Now Been Confirmed...
By Those Who’ve Convicted...
This Cop Who Inflicted...
A HORRIFIC KILLING...
To George Floyd His VICTIM... !!!
Now My Mind’s The Type To Think of Rhymes...
That Are Built To Find The TRUTH About Life And Our Human Kind...
So REALITY Inspires My Mind To FIRE...
And SPARK Thoughts That Deal In REALITY Meals... !!!
Todays’ Speed of Life Is More Than Trife... !!!!!
In Fact Like A Rifle It Can Quickly Stifle Or Shake Like Trifles... !!!
When Stability’s Made To Make UPGRADES...
Just To Keep Pace With Life Today... !!!
Give me a drum,
Give me something to hum,
I’m so sick of sitting here,
Twiddling my thumbs
It true that unlike some,
Okay It’s Fair To Suggest That My Poems...
Cast Out A Very BIG NET... !!!
That Causes UPSET To IGNORANT Men...
As Well As YES... Women... !!!
But DON'T BLAME ME If The CAP Fits YOUR Head... !!!
Some People Have Said That My Poetry Is On The EDGE... !!!
Well I Have To Say That I DON'T Concur... !!!!
My Usage of Words Is... " On The Virge "... !!!
So Here's A Few To Give You Proof...
Ya Know...
Some RIDICULOUS Things Are Said To Link... ?!?
Like Plain With Jane Or Sunshine With Rain...
Or That Exceptional Brains Work With Cocaine... ?!?
Which Gets Me To Thinking That When It Comes To Women...
Now We Know Folks Are GAGGED In Ways That Are BAD... !!!
And In Ways That Some Use Within Their Sexual Moves... !!!
But What About Masks... We Should Think About That... !?!
Now It’s CLEARLY NOT GREAT For People To RAPE... !!!
But It Seems Nowadays That People Get RAPED...
In VARIOUS Ways ALL OVER The Place... !!!!!
From Those On The Stage To Those Getting LAID...
Now I’m ALLERGIC To NUTS...
By This I Mean ... PEANUTS ... !!!
But The Nuts I'm Speaking of In THIS Poems GUT... !!!
.......... DON’T Reach My Stomach ......... !!!
Can we hold onto the things that will keep us innocent or do we have to let go to grow so how much are you willing to give up for that little taste of freedom that I know you have been craving for a while but you haven’t been strong enough or so y
So It’s Pretty CLEAR Now To Folks...
Who’ve Read My Form of Prose...
That My Poetic Quotes...
Rock The DOPEST FLOWS... !!!
That Hit Just Like Mike Tyson Blows... !!!
What Is It These Days With Peoples Ways... ?!?
Cos' It’s CLEAR Nowadays That To Get Yourself Fame...
You’ll Need The SUPPORT of The... “ LIKE Brigade “... !!!
Because Light Has Been WITHDRAWN From How Stardom Is BORN...
Well Well Well.....
It’s CLEAR The HARDEST SELL...
Is Where REALITY Dwells... !!!
But It Does Seem That Media Teams...
Choose To Sell REALITY When It Brings TRAGEDIES... !!!
Well Wouldn’t You Know It I’m A BULLETPROOF Poet... !!!
BULLETPROOF Flows That CLEARLY Show...
That It’s Really NOT Wise To Try To Deride...
My Poetic Lines And BULLETPROOF Rhymes... !!!!!
... " The Politics of Things "...
Now I Think That I Should Mention...
That Tensions Have STRENGTHENED In These CRAZY Times... !!!
Because of The PRESSURES of … Modern Life... !!!
Masks Now In Sight Daytime And Night...?!?
Ya Know I Just CANNOT Do It... Refuse To Now USE IT... !!!
Wordplay and Good Music With Spoken Word Movements...
Because I’ve Been STRUCK By An Arrow of... " Cupid’s "... !!!
skin laid as leaves
my soul the seed, vessel bound
hush, here comes the freeze
So... CLARITY of Mind Is Now Getting HARD To Find ...
Within Our Human Kind Because of These Strange Times... !?!
Where We Are Losing Lives Because of Virus Vibes... !?!
Now DON'T Let The Title Confuse You... !!!
This Piece Is About How People ABUSE...
People of SUBSTANCE Because of POOR Judgement... !!!
By This What I Mean Is That People Now Seem...
Okay So It’s CLEAR That The Ones They DON’T Like...
Are Us DARK SKINNED TYPES Whether Women Or Guy...
It’s CLEAR That Most FEAR When We Start To Draw NEAR... !!
And Most Who NOW Are CLAIMING To Be Down...
Now I’m NOT A Bloke Who's One Whose... “ Woke “...
Because To Me It’s A JOKE...
To Be Making CLAIMS In The World TODAY... ?!?
As If ONE WORD Or The Things That You Quote Means That You’re OKAY...
Now This Is My Confessional...
I’m A Rhyme Professional... !!!
Whose Rhyming Skills Have Been Suitably Built...
Over Numerous Years of Having My Ears...
Be Blessed With Verse From The Best In The World...
So Through Human Existence...
There’s Been Much RESISTANCE To INDEPENDENT Thinking...
And Now That..... Corona’s KILLING... !!!
Resistance Is Sinking Just Like Those Kids Shrinking...
So Just Like My Namesake In... “ The Great Escape “...
I’m The King of The COOLER Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler "....
A TRUE School Type Mover TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!!
So Let Me Quickly Advise That This Set of Rhymes...
Has Repetitive Lines For Those Who Don’t Like...
......... Reading Verse of This Type ............ !!!
So How Many More Times Will Humans Act Surprised...
This Ain’t... “ Away In A Manger “... !!!!!!
There REALLY Is... DANGER...
When You’re NOT A TRUTH SAYER... !!!!
... "Wait a sec there playa’ !“...
My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!!
Than To Earn BIG Figures...
For Using Rhyme Scripture...
That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!!
It's Purpose Like Fixtures Holds FIRM and Delivers...
Pain,
as bright as my neon highlighters
Statements,
bolder than the sound of my voice
Colored every which way
I trace
Over every word
So none feels left out
Because I know
The piece missing from every puzzle
And when found
I don't fit
Some will try hard
To press their thumbs
Jamming me in and out of every corner
Where I was not made to be
So many pieces,
Now I’ve Said And Written Things...
That Have Proven To STING Those With... Thin Skins... !!!
So Some Women Of Course Are Real QUICK To Resort...
To... REACTING Like They Do Everything Right... ?!?
I've Had This Said A NUMBER of Times … !!! When It Comes To Lines In ….. " My Poems " ….. "Virgil Man, Your poetry is, just too long !" Well Here's A SHOCK Cos' This One's NOT … !!!!! Attention Spans Have CLEARLY DROpped … !!!
Ya Know People Like ME Are A..... RARITY...... !!!!!
Because UNLIKE Most Peeps'...
We Believe In STRAIGHT SPEECH...
That Deals In TRUTH And HONESTY..... !!!!!
And Creatively We Embrace REALITY...
Now It Seems That Allegiance Within Human Beings...
Is Something Now Weakened By Things We’re Now Seeing...
From Relationships Leaning Towards Those Proceedings...
That Cause Angry Meetings Due To Folks NOT Agreeing... !!!
It’s CLEAR That These Words Are Now Words of TRUTH... !!!
People Need To Learn To Take The... Rough With The Smooth...
From Poetic Crews To TV News.....
Everything In This World Is CLEARLY NOT ALL GOOD... !!!
Now I Know Most Heads Who Choose To Express...
Through Raps and Poems LOVE To CHAT A Whole Bunch of MESS... !!!!!
Guns, Whoring And Violence, Frivolity... And PURE NONSENSE... !?!
Now It’s A Phrase That I Love But What Really Is Up... ?!?
With Heads Who Choose To ... FAKE THE FUNK... !!!
Because It’s Really NOT COOL To Be Pulling That Move... !!!
Now These Rhymes Have Come As It Approaches... One...
I’m Just Doing My Thing...
Sharing Lyrical Gifts That I Have Been Blessed With...
Verses of Rhyme That Show That My Mind Is Constantly Primed...
To Drop Words of WISDOM In Wordplay Prescriptions...
Now I'm The Type Who’s A... CONFIDENT GUY... !!!
Pretty Much ALL The Time As I’ve Been Throughout My Life...
There’s Only ONE Thing I’m NOT CONFIDENT With...
My shoulder hurts. I have woken up
The clock reads 12:15.
For a moment, I thought it meant PM
I realize I fell asleep at 6.
Now I TRULY BELIEVE That My Poetic Readings...
Reflect A ... Voice of Reason...
That’s NOT Always Pleasing...
But Deals In Straight Speaking...
That REJECTS... Deceiving... !!!
And The Type of Glass Ceilings...
So What Is The Trick To NOT Being A... Misfit... ?!?
By This I Mean To Be A Seam...
That BINDS A Team Like Coffee Does CREAM... !!!
But DON'T Think That ... “ You're SLICK " ...
Now It’s... “ Food For The Mind “...
That DEFINES How My Rhymes...
Are Compiled And Designed...
And They’re Words For The WISE ...
For Those Who Take Time To ABSORB What They Find...
So Who Now Knows Which Way To Go ... ???
In This CRAZY Time Where Corona Vibes Are TAKING LIVES ... !!!
And Where Protest Lines Are Now Causing Fights ...
Because of Race Ties That REALLY AREN’T NICE ... !!!
A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
There was a time when popularity grew in an Encyclopedia
It was this new sensation, a growing fascination
Only now it's social media...
We hear vibrations rather than face-to-face conversations
Now When It Comes To Blacks...
Who CLAIM To LOVE Black Clans...
When It Comes To Their Getting Cash...
So... Which One Are You... ???
When It Comes To What You Do...
So Most People Now Know That When It Comes To Rap Flows...
That EXQUISITE TIMING Is Needed When Rhyming...
To Have People Liking The Rhymes You’re Reciting... !!!
When you decide to look beyond imperfection You let go of the thought How life supposed to be You begin to enjoy Little things in life Just accept the things As they are Learn how to be excited About things you have Learn from children h
When you decide to look beyond imperfection You let go of the thought How life supposed to be You begin to enjoy Little things in life Just accept the things As they are Learn how to be excited About things you have Learn from children how they e
Now I’m JUST Planting Seeds Through Verse And Poetry...
That I Now Use To Speak On Yes... REALITY... !!!
So Of Course My Verse Deals With DIFFERENT Beliefs...
Like JUSTICE, PEACE And EQUALITY... !!!!!
Well I Guess It’s Time For Heads To Now... “ REASSESS”...
What Will Serve Them Best Now Corona Has Sent...
A WHOLE NEW NORMAL Into Human Portals... !?!?!
of... Future Existence Where ALL These PM’s And PRESIDENTS...
Now It Seems That Some Heads...
Are UNABLE To GET Why I Write My Poems.... ?!?
Well Because There Are Reasons I Let My Thoughts Season...
Verses of Rhyme Through Scripture I Write...
Narrow hallways in morning
Where the sun wont come through
I laid cramped on the floor through the night, painted blue
Early sky with no warmth
Like a push, but not forth
Dragged behind my shortcomings
I wanted to read but my mind was at work
Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard
There were days void of hope, there were nights spent in tears
Over all my love, dope, had costed me through the years
I learned through tragedy, a way in which the external world can reach it's greedy hand out and take away stored happiness
I am and have been loveless and lawless and jaded and frankly, indifferent
Heat and terror in a crowd
As prone to spreading as a local disease of the mind
Or a regionally misconstrued concept in society
Heavy-minded, weak of will
I watch you lay your life down
You're hot and shaking from the thrill
Of atrophy at work
Like smoke, we were dispersed after the poison of our fun
Went in and out, left cancer's promise on a pair of lungs
Atrophy at your heavenly side is worth all the waste
Inquisitive when caged
And indifferent outside a debt
Why haven't I taken over the world yet?
Thrashing madly on a stage
Without an audience, a band, or set
Why havent I taken over the world yet?
Hiding in mundane scenes of normality, somebody's vacant kitchen feels like it could never feel like home to anyone, it's haunted by the living
Now Folks....
My Phone’s SMART Tech REJECTED My First Text... !!!
In A Way That Really Caused My Head To STRESS... !!!
So I Guess That It Was Meant For ME To Now Get VEX...
Why does it only work one way,
They say people of color can’t stay.
They say this world is free,
But we all know how it should be.
Disgust is in disguise.
In the world's crust, it hides.
But it’s all on us, we normalize.
We adapt to pain to make chains.
And no change.
My mom used to say When good people leave their places because of the fear of evil It leads societies to armageddon It's the fault of good people for being coward Why they don't fight their way Why they don't use the cr
Ya Know This Violence thing Just Isn't In Me... !!!
I'm Just Wondering When You Masses Will See... ?
That Wars Are Like Whores WITHOUT A Pussy... !!!!!!
See It Really Is Futile To Be Messin' With Me... !!!
Okay... So The Matrix Flicks Were Said To Depict...
A Lot of Things About How We Live...
From Things Scientific To What We Choose To Enlist...
To Keep Our Lives Enriched With... POSITIVE Things... !!!
So What Does Revolution.... ?
In TRUTH... Mean To You... ?
Fighting The System Or Being A Villain...
Whose Mission Is Fuelled By CASTRO Type Views... ???
Now There Was A Dude Whose Visions Were Viewed...
My DEFIANCE of Compliance Is A Poetic Science... !!!
So REJECTS TYRANTS Who Seem To Be Reliant...
On Embracing VIOLENCE Instead of Environments...
Where PEACE And SILENCE Deal In KINDNESS... !!!
Now You’d Best BELIEVE That I’m... ON POINT... !!!
When I Choose To Anoint My Notepad With Speed...
With Speech That Deals In..... HONESTY..... !!!
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands
Empty-headed sheep obey
Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
So Now It Seems FAIR To Say...
That People These Days...
... REALLY DO AMAZE... !!!
From Their VIOLENT Displays...
To The Things That Some Say...
To How They Then Behave... !?!
It's......
... " The Writer In Me "...
Who Writes Poetry …….
Now When It Comes To MY VERSE...
I’ve Been Putting In Work For A LONG TIME Now... !!!
UNLIKE These JERKS Whose Verse Deserves...
To Walk With A Hearse And Be Left UNDERGROUND... !!!
Because It’s DEAD... !!!
So In These Days And Times....
That Are CLEARLY UNSTABLE... !?!
... " Are YOU REALLY ABLE... ?!? "
That night.
I replay that night in my head.
The night the waiting came to an end.
The night I constantly smile about.
The night I finally felt that maybe there was something between us.
So When Are We TOO OLD To Be Seen As.... " Dope ".... ?!?
Or What's Called HOT Like Some SUPER FINE Crotch.... !!!!!
Well I'm At THAT AGE Where My Body NOW ACHES... !!!
But STILL Have A BRAIN That Functions... OKAY... !!!
When i was stumbling
in the dark,confused
and crying out for help,
this friendly fello seemed amused;
And while i fought like anything
to keep the candle lit
he cheerfully reviewed
Well It’s Clear That We’re Letting...
A WHOLE LOAD of CRETINS... !!!
DAMN These... Liars And LIARS... !!!
Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!?
of ALL of Their Lies, Deceit And YES Crimes... !!!
Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY The Truth From The Minds...
So What Are You... BORN WITH... ?!?
Cos’ I’m Born With A GIFT To Write Lyrical Twists...
That Exhibit How I Think About The Ways That We Live...
So When It Comes To Chicks They Can Be... EXPLICIT... !!!!!!
I DON’T INDULGE In Black Ways Or INDULGE In... White Ways...
I Just TRY TO Maintain Doing Things The RIGHT Way... !!!
But Let Me Make PLAIN What It Is That I’m Saying... !!!
What's RIGHT FOR ME Is RIGHT FOR... ME... !!!!!
Now It's Clear That I’m A... Creative Dude...
But I REFUSE To Choose To Let WILD Talk Loose... !!!
I Choose To Use Wordplay That’s Shrewd...
When It Comes To News That Fuels Our World View...
So Nowadays It Seems That WE Should All BELIEVE...
That ONLY Presidencies That Now Rule CURRENTLY...
Are Those FILLED With ..... EXTREMES ...... !?!
Folks It Is A ... " Fine Line " ... !!!
That CLEARLY DEFINES ...
The Road That I Walk With Words That I Rhyme ...
Cos' Words That I Talk May See Me In Court ... !!!
WITHOUT Sean Or ... " Just Cause " ... !!!
Now This Piece of Wordplay’s Gonna Speak On Frames...
But Has NOTHING To Do With A... Snooker Game... !!!
Or Where Pictures Are Placed To Make Them Look GREAT... !!!
Ya Know......
These Days I’m MORE Discerning....
When Studying My Learnings...
of How Some Minds Be Working...
Like Reggie DONE SAY... It's Time For Some ACTION... !!!
The Use of Wordplay To Stand AGAINST Factions...
Political And Criminal By Use of Verse That's CRITICAL...
You Know ... " The Saga Begins "...
Is A Lyrical Trip Rapped By RAKIM... !!!
A TRUE Lyrical King...
But The Saga I Depict is FAR From... Heroic... !!!
Now We May Have Had... A FEW ... !!!
Who Were Seen As........ “ COOL “........
Who Made Positive Moves To Uplift Black Groups...
Ya Know... I REALLY AIN’T About THAT... !!!
Running Chat That’s CRAP To PLEASE These Clans...
of CANCELLING Gangs Who Behave Like The KLAN of Ku Klux MANS... !!!
So Who’s REALLY CLEAN In Our Societies... ?!?
When It’s Clear Now That Money Is MOSTLY... DIRTY... !!!!
Now By This I Mean That It’s Made By Teams...
Who Are Prone To Deceive And Are Mostly WEALTHY... !!!
So Today I Heard Rhymes...
By The Man DEFARI That Just BLEW My Mind... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design...
Because He Spoke About WHY...?!?
In These Days And Times...
So Is It... " Your Dream "...
To Become MAINSTREAM... ?!?
So This... “ Cancel Culture “...
Now Seems To Be Structured To RESTRICT Numbers...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played...
So... Corona Movements And Now Education...
Are Creating A World of CRAZY CONFUSION... !?!
COVER Your Face ALL Over The Place... !!!
But When You Eat Food And Take Food From Your Plate...
It REALLY Is An AMAZING Thing... !!!
To See How QUICK Some People SWITCH When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!
And NOT The Type of Pressure That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!
Ya' Know When I Was Young …
There Was A TV Show That Was Quite Fun …
Because It Took The Ride Through Famous Peoples' Lives …
The Show Was Called ... " This Is Your Life " ...
Well It Seems Nowadays THAT..." Black Lives Matter "..... ?
Well I'd Say THE HUMAN Factor...
Is What We SHOULD RECAPTURE... !!!!!!!!
IN FACT What I Mean Is... "Capture"... !!!
So What’s Coming Next... ?
Now That The PRESIDENT...
Has Caught This VIRUS... ?!?
ALL ABOARD... ALL ABOARD... !!!
But Hey This ISN'T A Train Or Some Game To Be PLAYED...
Or Some Kind of Cruise Ship Because This Here Is Calling...
You ........................ BANDWAGON Kids ...................... !!!
Now My Name’s NOT Shaggy...
But It’s Clearly NOT ME Who Will EVER Be...
A Star Like Those Who Hold BIG Shows...
Where Droves And Droves of People Go... !!!
Bob Said These Words So... " OVER - Stand "... !!!
... "You can't tell the woman, from the man ?" ...
And NOW These Words Are RARELY Heard...
Because The TRUTH Is Now IN VIEW...
So James Baldwin’s Words Would Appear To Be FACT...
If You’re Creative And Black And Are Down With The Alphabet Gender Pack... !!!
You’ll Get FAST Tracked Into... Earning Cash...
These Days It’s TRUE And CLEARLY In View...
That A Whole Lot of People Have Changing Moods That AREN’T ALL GOOD... !!!
Because of PRESSURES That Are Now Due To This... " Corona Flu "...
I ... Fight For What's RIGHT...
And DEFY These VILLAINOUS...
...... Government Types...... !!!
You May Be Good With LAND... ?
But That DOESN’T Mean...
That You’re Good With MAN...
Or INDEED... WOMAN... !!!
Or INDEED Of Course...
With... Your Children... !!!
So What Does This CLASS Thing Mean To YOU... ???
Someone Who Went To A... " Public School "... ?
Or A Gent In A BOWLER Whose Demeanour Is Cool... ?
Well If This DEFINES Class To You... ?
Well Now It’s Pretty Clear And... OBVIOUS...
That PEOPLE LIKE THEM Really Cause PROBLEMS... !!!
Right From The Top Down... Political Clowns...
Whose Talk Should Be ... DROWNED ... !!!
Now When My Mental DRIVES My Mind To Write Rhymes...
Their Range of Wordplay... Spreads FAR And WIDE... !!!
From Social Crimes To Relationship Strife...
To The Type of Things With Societal STINGS... !!!
Ya Know I Pride Myself in Being...
WAY ABOVE The... " Average "...
The... " Average Joe "...
With... " Average Flows "...
The... " Average Bloke "...
Who SNIFFS That Coc'... !!!
Ya Know... It’s A Beautiful Mind...
That Provides Clever Rhymes...
About Life And Mankind...
That Are Wise And Refined...
From Schools To Bedrooms To Business Boardrooms...
As Well As These People In Government Crews...
MANIPULATION... Is A Thing That Is USED...
To... Maintain Control of Submissive Folks... !!!!
Ya Know The Human Race...
Seems To Move These Days In Ways That DISPLAY...
A LACK of Respect For Coming CORRECT... ?!?
From Corporate Sects To The Streets Where Feds'...
KEEP KILLING Men To STOP Violence... ?!?
It Seems That MANY Are Living With... “Limited Vision”... !!!
Cos’ They’ve Fallen Victim To Being Those Willing...
Stop making people feeling ashamed of themselves just because thier life didn't turn out as they expected ...
Don't let people feel bad for wearing what they can afford, let them wear thier fake stuff in peace
We walked a path, but not together
You walked it while danger slept
You walked it in sunny weather
You walked through on fields of heather
You walked while the streams ran wet
Now If You’re...NOT A Writer...
Let Me Explain To Y’all...
That It’s True That Our World’s...
A Lil’ DIFFERENT To Yours... !!!
Because We Choose To THINK...
About What Y’all... Ignore... !?!
We are a nation of “simps” in a world of mad men - unknown
I’m like a bubble,
Levitating round and around
And when I reach the surface,
They sighed, "The Good die young"
I say, "The good are sacrificial scapegoats"
Yes, I am one of them
Oh, No I "was" one of them.
I was nosy and noisy "They' told me
I should have been quite
Ya Know It's CLEAR The Subject of WISDOM...
Requires Lyricism That's Bred From THOUGHT And THINKING... !!!!!
How happy is the intolerable injustice!
Does the injustice make you shiver?
does it?
The suffer that's really unspeakable,
Above all others is the sorrow.
Now I’m NOT From The School ...
of ... Protecting Ya Neck ... !!!
Because What I Now Do ...
Is ... RESPECT My Text ... !!!
And The Things I Express ...
YES ... I Declare WAR ... !!!!!
On Those Whose Cause Is YAPPING Jaws ... !!!
YAPPING This And... YAPPING That ... !?!
BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s...
..... Really INTERESTING ..... !!!
Many CLAIM Disrespect...
Because of TRUTH Said That Upsets Their Heads... !?!
Well In My Experience These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!!
So I’m A... High Calibre Weapon... !!!
Who Writes Lyrical Lessons Constructed To STRENGTHEN...
Our Need To Pay ATTENTION To... Social REGRESSION... !!!
I'm A... " Man On A Mission "...
... WITHOUT A Conviction... !!!!!!!!!!
I Believe In... " Karma "...
And Wear NO ARMOUR... !!!
So REALLY Don't Want To SEE NO DRAMA... !!!!!
I'm NO Osama... BUSH Whacker Or Blair... !!!!!
ELEVATION of ... " Skill " ...
Like Elevation of ... " Will " ...
Can Be Defined ...
As ELEVATION of The Mind ...
Or In OTHER Words The Ability To RISE ...
Where You ELEVATE ABOVE The Absurd ... !!!
Fighting to be me
Society wounded me
Judging and staring
Won’t let me be free
Society murdered me
Hating and screaming
Now These Words Are TRUE...
And NOT From Some Cartoon...
Where A Dog's Being Used... !!!!!!!
“A mastermind in disguised by the sins of shattered glass, luring you in by its reflections, leaving you with painful thoughts, false confidence and shame.
Being faithful to the biggest lies,
spoiled by delusions and corrupted ties.
Shallow shared psychosis belief,
highly specialist identity thief.
Psychiatric syndrome media charm,
Taking The Train Is NOT Quite The Same...
Cos' I'm Now A DANGER In IDIOTS Brains'... !!!
Time And AGAIN...
It's The OLD... " Same Ol' Same "... !!!!!
This world is held
in the hands of people
who like to break things,
who see glass sculptures
and send their fists swinging,
You gave us teenage revolutionaries,
fighting against dictators
against governments
that didn’t listen
wouldn’t listen
In A Time Where Zones...
Across The Globe Are... “CLOSED”... !!!
To AVOID Being... Bro ken... !!!
I Think That It’s Wise To Keep Our Minds OPEN... !!!
Ya Know These Days... " What I'm Seeing "...
Is... WAY Beyond Believing...... ?!?
BURNED DOWN Ceilings...
Cos' of Government Dealings...
Now Leaving People GRIEVING... !!!!
It Seems That People Are Now Thinking...
Exactly... “ Which One Is It ?”....
An Epidemic... Pandemic....
Or Is This A...
...... “ PLANNED-demic’ ?!? “......
INDEED It's True ... !!!
CERTAIN FOLKS Are ... " Cool " ...
Well Schooled And IN TUNE ...
With Making SMART Moves ... !!!!!
While CERTAIN FOLKS CLEARLY ...
Like ... ACTING The FOOL ... !?!
So These Sheople People...
Keep Proving They’re FEEBLE...
Doing This And Doing THAT...
Like... "Mice In A Trap"... !!!
The cancer of my brain
Makes the world insane
Who am I to blame?
For the lame
Calamity that consumes this sphere
of biodiversity
A world of adversity
People grow in masses
I Bear NO RELATION To... IGNORANT Nations... !!!
Cos' My Mental GESTATION Seeks UNIFICATION... !!!
So It Seems That Extensions...
Are Now Worthy of Mention...
Because In Times Like These...
Where This Corona Disease...
... Has People SCARED... !!!!!
Extensions Prepared...
Are Not Being Impaired...
Okay I Know This Seems... OBVIOUS To Say...
But You CAN'T Like EVERYTHING At The End of The Day... !!!
But Let Me EXPLAIN What it Is That I'm Saying... !!!
We're Now In Some...
... " TROUBLED Times "... !!!
So Many Crimes... !!!
And Yet We KEEP...
"Ignoring".................. SIGNS.... !!!!!
I Have A Good Friend...
Who's Always said...
Okay So This Verse Speaks...
Upon ... " Biblical Themes " ...
Because Words Like These...
Now Really Don’t Seem To Have Too Much Worth...!?!
Because The Meek ARE NOT Inheriting The Earth... !!!
It Was The Rock Who Said It BEST... !!!
But I'll Interpret What He Said...
.... "It doesn't matter what you think, of lyrics that I kick !
.... I'm just being artistic, so, stop being a prick !"
Now.... It’s A PROBLEM THEY'VE CREATED... !!!
The... Covering of Faces...
In Various Public Spaces... !!!
So Now Minnesota’s Facing...
PROTESTS And NO Social Spacing... !!!
So The Forecast Today...
I’m AFRAID... Is For Reigns...
The Reign of New Tech....
And Reigns of IGNORANCE... !!!
A badgeA manAn officerOr a murderer?A badgeA uniformSafety?No, death.A man on the floorA kneeA pleeFor a mother, for lifeAnd insteadA badgeA man
So What’s Happened To The CHATTER... ?
About... Black Lives Matter... ?!?
DON'T They Matter NOW ...
That Coronas Around... ?!?
So... Moving On ……………..
It’s Time To Go Beyond Corona Virus Songs...
Because Now I’m Inspired...
By Where I Belong In This World of Wrongs...
Mister Compromise Is A STRANGE Old Guy ... ?!?
Cos' He's Prone And Known ...
To Compromise His Life So That He Can ... SHINE ... !!!
And Be The Type Who BUYS A Nice ... " Trophy Wife " ... !!!
No , you can't tell me what to do
don't you ever tell me wear the blue
Everytime you can't treat me like a fool
Stop judging me or I push you in a pool
No , you can't tell me what to do
don't you ever tell me wear the blue
Everytime you can't treat me like a fool
Stop judging me or I push you in a pool
No , you can't tell me what to do
don't you ever tell me wear the blue
Everytime you can't treat me like a fool
Stop judging me or I push you in a pool
My Fellow Writers... PLEASE...
... Hear Out My PLEA... !!!!!!!!
Everything You Now Write Doesn’t Have To Be...
Designed In Line With Corona Themes... !!!
Laughing and mumbling
Judgemental eyes stare and glare
Never leaving me
Always feeling judged
Constantly trying to change
Laughing and mumbling
Judgemental eyes stare and glare
Never leaving me
Always feeling judged
Constantly trying to change
Ya Know...
... THOSE Who CONTROL...
KEEP Playing... DUD Notes... !!!
From Musical Movements To Social Improvements...
THOSE Who CONTROL KEEP Dealing In LOOSENESS... !!!!!
Our generation has it hard.
There is so much peer pressure for teens to drink, do drugs, and have sex.
It is normal to see high schoolers drunk
Society judges males for being who they are.
Show emotion? What are you, weak
Doesn’t show emotion? Good luck getting a girl
Has a higher pitched voice? What are you, a kid
Teenage females are never good enough for societyNo boobs? Grow some, no guy will ever be attracted to you.Boobs? Cover them, don’t be a slut!Skinny? Don’t be anorexic, guys don’t like sticks and bones.Fat?
Okay So Now They Say That It’s NOT 5G... !!!
That’s Part of The Spread of This Corona Disease... ?!?
So Who Exactly …
Are We Supposed To Believe... ?
The Likes of... David Icke... !?!
Now If THESE WORDS Are TRUE... ???
And The NEEDS of The MANY...
OUTWEIGH The Needs of The Few...
I'm A Man Who Gets... " HIGH "...
WITHOUT Coc' Lines Like Stephen Fry... !!!!!!!
Cos' My HIGHS Come ALIVE...
When I... Sit and Write... !!!
I Get HIGH OFF The Herbs...
That INSPIRE My Words And Use of Verse...
So Are You A... FOLLOWER of Trends... ?
Or Are You A... " Trendsetter "... ?
... " COME FORWARD MY SELECTOR "... !!!!!!!!
They ask me, the ones that are curious/“Hey, where’d you get that scar from?”/I sometimes have to take a step back, pause, and just look at exactly which scar they’re asking about/Can they see the ones beneath my skin?/Our largest organ is our ski
Ya Know I'm A Man of CONVICTION ...
Whose NOT Been In PRISON... !!!!!
Because I Condition My Body And Mind ...
To AVOID.................... FOOLISH Fights... !!!!!
That CLEARLY AREN'T Wise... !!!!!
So How Much of Our Brains Do People USE... Today... ?
I REALLY Wonder Now When Hearing The Sounds...
That Come From Some Mouths... ?!?
Ya Know ...
Within My Arms Are Lyrical Psalms ...
WITHOUT Jewish or Christian Points of View ... !!!
What They Produce Is NOTHING New ...
But The Style PROFILED STREET FIGHTS Like ... " GUILE " ... !!!
Ya Know These Days I'm Getting ... BETTER ...
When It Comes To Using Letters ... !!!
Letters From The Alphabet That I NOW Select ...
To Wage VENDETTAS On IGNORANT Fellas Through My Poems ...
These Days I Hear... Opinions...
From Lots of Adult CHILDREN... !?!
About How Their Lives...
Have A UNIQUE Definition... !!!
Okay Okay ...
So It’s Time For A Change ...
And A System Upgrade ...
ALL Because of This Corona Strain ...
That’s Causing People PAIN ... !!!
So We’re In A New Curve Within This World ...
Social Distance Observed By People In Herds ...
of Cattle Now Rattled By ... " Corona Battles " ...
Tell me
That life is good
Sing to me
Songs from childhood
Wake me up at the sunrise
Tell me the world has become a little wise
Tell me
The war is over
Everyone is self-absorbed.
No one is observing
But as long as their self assured
Everyone is undeserving
Society is degrading
Okay So Now Everything’s... “ COOL “...
Because Now The Worlds People Are All Facing Curfews...
We used to be scared of people wearing Hijabs,
Now, everyone is running around covered in masks,
Hiding their faces and scared to embrace,
Anyone other than their own selves.
We used to be scared of people wearing Hijabs,
Now, everyone is running around covered in masks,
Hiding their faces and scared to embrace,
Anyone other than their own selves.
Ya Know I Read Today On A News Webpage …
That Samuel Jack Was Mistaken For Laurence Fishburne' MAN … ?!!!?
Well It Seems As Though This White Media Bloke …
Thinks Samuels’ Role In Django … HOLDS …
My Developments Have Come From A LOT of Stuff ... !!!
Mum And Dad For One ...
At Number Two Has Been Being A Dude ...
Who Doesn’t Run From TRUTH ...
" Resistance-"
the word
resonates
while causes spring
up
like mushrooms
after a rain.
And now,
we have
hashtag
this and that
and the "Me Too"
movement
So What Cause Is It ... ?
That They REALLY Stand For ... ?
Because Nowadays I'm Getting IRATE ... !!!
Due To FANCY Talk From Those NOT POOR ... ?!?
About ... " How they help, and can't do more ! " ...
So …. What's In A Word ?
Well A Word Like ... F**K ...
Can Possibly Mean You've Run Out of Luck ... !!!
One good little robot
Walks down the street
Gait steady, stride even
She doesn't make a peep
Beautiful, flawless
By unanimous decree
The epitome of perfection
Is what she's known to be
So Things Have STEPPED UP Now ...
To What Clearly Amounts To A ... GLOBAL Lockdown ... !!!
Cos We’re Facing A War ... UNLIKE ANY Before ... !!!
But Who’s Really Sure What They’re Fighting For ... ???
She was very much a victim of the modern school system,No matter how much the teachers thought of her as a gem.
Now Virgelements' Set Precedents ...
For Sentiments Fit For Regiments ...
Where Expression Deals In LEVELLING ...
So Fellas What's The Price You're Prepared To Pay …
To Spread Her Thighs And Get That … LAY … !!?!!
These Words Are Ones On Which To ... " CHEW " ...
.... "Be careful what you do ! Be careful what you do !
.... If cops are in view, and you're being pursued !"
Now Depression INDEED Can Lead To TENSION ..... !!!!!
But What In TRUTH's ... REALLY Depressing .... ???
Life And ALL It's ... " Lessons " ... ???
Ya Know ... Big Virge Words...
Are Built To Merge With ... " The Purge "...
As In The Flick That TRULY IS ... SICK... !!!
But Here's The Trick...
This Flick Has Some TWISTS That May Well PREDICT ...
I’ve traveled to many countries,
Met people white black and brown,
I’ve seen beautiful locales,
I've Landed In Philly But it AIN'T Been ... " Jiggy " ... !!!
The Same Ol' Same Because of My RACE ... ?!?
NO Time To Embrace ... A Different Coloured Face ...
UNLESS You've Got CHAINS That Affect How You Behave ... !!!
A Woman I Know Keeps Talking As Though...
The Way People Live Is Going Through A... " SHIFT "...
You don't feel safe
Within those walls
You're ridiculed and teased
For being different and strange
They found something
So It’s CLEAR That ILLUSIONS Are Now Being PROVEN ... !!!
So ... Alphabet Genders Are Now The TRENDSETTERS ... !!!
So What Is The Position of The ... " Human Condition " ... ???
-Inspired by James Baldwin’s “Another Country”
In the Other Country-
we each try to mold the other,
unsurprised – though unfulfilled –
when we break
And punish each other as the wicked
Who We Are
Imagine this
Your ancestors living life free,
No worries in the world,
Until foreigner’s land in your city,
My Soul Wishes To Sin ...
And Embrace This At A Whim ....
A Wish To Kill ALL THINGS ... !!!
Kill The Human Race ... !!!
And All of It's FALSE Grace ...
Don't let my poetry be
like a Chinese painting
of chrysanthemums,
delicate water lilies,
nightingales.
Don't let it be
mystically sublime
like Zen thought.
Instead, let it scream
The painter stood staring at her canvas
Right infront of her
All of the painting palettes she needed stood looking at her, But she couldn't paint
Was it the inspiration that was missing
I can't really tell
Somewhere in the most wretched alley
of a ghetto,
wildflowers bloom
in defiant splendor
their showy colors and beauty
a match to any well- kept garden.
And I am sure butterflies
These Days It Seems Weapons Are Seen ...
NOT JUST On Screens But Now In Streets ...
Murders Here ... Murders There ... !!!
These Days It's CLEAR They FILL Nightmares ... !!!!!
Her cracked fingernails
Are now covered in a fresh varnish
That shimmers
Like a clouded jewel freshly polished.
Her bloodied lips
The ... " GREAT DEBATE " ...
Would Seem To Surround This Thing Called Race ... ?
It Makes Some FROWN And Open Their Mouths ...
About The Ways This Debate Is ... Swept AWAY ..............
Snowfall. Dawn.
Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree.
I did not see it before, was used to being in cages
For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
Ya Know ....
There HAS TO BE A ... BETTER Way ... !!!
There HAS TO BE A ... BETTER Way ... !!!
There HAS TO BE A ..... BETTER WAY ... !!!!!
CAN'T Black People Just Get ALONG ... !?!
Well My Answer To This Is ... I Guess NOT ... !!!
DON'T Get Me WRONG ... !!!!!
Of Course SOME Do But NOT For Long ... !!!
It's Wimbledon Time And English Summertime ...
So It Ain't A Surprise We Ain't Seeing Sunshine ... !!!!!
So Of Course The BBC Are Showing More REPEATS ...
of Days When There Was Heat On The Courts And In The Streets ... !!!
It's Time To MOBILISE Those Who USE THEIR Minds ... !!!
For MORE THAN A Prize Or Bling That Shines ...
Those NOT inclined To Live By LIES Or Hide Behind Their PRIDE FILLED Lives ...
Let me tell about society
We may not have slavery anymore, but our minds are still in chains
If I had to Estimate Approximately 154 years ago slavery ended
Let me tell about society
We may not have slavery anymore, but our minds are still in chains
If I had to Estimate Approximately 154 years ago slavery ended
What You CHOOSE Can DAMAGE You ... !!!!!
So Choose WISELY And Make SMART Moves ... !!!
Before You Find Yourself In A BIND ...
That Leaves You TRAPPED With NO Backpack ... !!!
Who am I?
For I flow, down the stream,
and fall into a docile dream.
Stagnant, and inert
I am but a fly.
A sitting and watching pest,
who searches, yet finds no next.
Lost, and Frantic
It's Said That … "Old McDonald Had A Farm " …
But What About The Farm Where Words Are Farmed … ?
Through Songs That Charm And Visuals That … " Chart " …
Beauty And Harm ...
Do You Know The Farm I'm Talking About … ?
Well Nowadays …
It Seems To Be Getting To … Quite A FEW … !!!!!
Well Actually There Are Multitudes …
Now Taking ABUSE From Those Who CLEARLY RULE The Roost … !!!
From China To Some U.S. States ...
And CLEARLY NOW ... In The UK ...
Many Choose To Live ... " Behind Closed Gates " ...
But The Word MANY ... " EXAGGERATES " ... !!!!!!
Society’s Song
Society is madness.
Society is unpredictable like an unseen condom hole.
If I could change one thing about society,I don’t know what I’d do. Everybody is always telling me,‘Change starts with you!’ Well, I can’t fix our climate, Or gain world peace. I can’t make everyone rich.If I did, it’d soon decrease! It would flow
Well CLEARLY Ruth Kelly ....
Something's ... A Bit SMELLY ... !!!
Employment For PERVERTED Sorts ... !?!
Now Then Dear Ruth What Is The TRUTH ... ?!?
It's Time For Scores ... Say CERTAIN LORDS ... !!!
Orthopedic surgeon fled Vietnam at age fourteen
Old Lady works full-time and rescues children in between
My doctor doesn't know mother died from a complication of this surgery
These Days It's REALLY HARD To Find ....
People Who USE The ... " Power of The Mind" ... !!!
So MANY Walk Blind And MISS The Signs ... !?!
Because They're STUCK Behind Coc’ Lines ... !!!
I Move In The DARK Like ... Deep Sea Sharks ...
Therefore My Bite's WORSE Than My Bark ... !!!
Why HATE Because My Skin Tone's DARK ... ?!?
I'm Building Blocks ...
While Those On Top Prefer To .... " BLOCK " ....
That's ILLOGICAL Ask ... " Mister Spock " ... ?!?!?
Human Nature Goes With DANGER ... !!!
As It Now Does With Greed For Paper ... !?!
How Many Is A Simple Question ... !!!!
How Many Now Require DETENTION ... ?!?
How Many Times Do We See Crimes ...
But Then Incline To Turn ... "Blind Eyes" ... ?!?
They Seem STRANGE To Me Don't They To You ... ?!?
The Things That People Sometimes Do .... ?
Don't Worry Folks I'll Give You PROOF ...
That People Make Some FUNNY Moves ... ?!?
I SEE ALL BLACK.......
I fear of being all black.....
If it goes on how it is...
I fear It could be all black...
If it's not the call to end up violence..
If it's not the dawn for a new society...
FORGET ... " Thong Songs " ... !!!!!
You Simply CAN'T Be ... " Wrong and Strong " ... !!!!
MOST of Our Leaders Have Got A FOUL PONG ... !!!!!!
And Think They Can Be ... Wrong and Strong ... ?!?
Why Oh WHY ... ???
Would You ... " Turn A Blind Eye " ... ?
To Things That Could Affect Your Life ... ?
MP's Do It ALL The Time ... !!!
But It's An English Thing So I'm NOT Surprised ...
There's a place where the sweet souls go,
when the world turns sour.
Away is a boat of wariness they row,
when people greed power.
One the sea of envy and guilt,
Conspiracy ... ???
Theory ... ???
Or .... REALITY ... ?!?
This Is A Dilemma ...
That Needs CLARITY ... !!!
Do You Believe In ... ?
Freedom of Speech ... ?
Freedom of Thought ... ?
And Freedom To Teach ... ?
Or ..... ?
Freedom To Do ...
The Things That You Please ... ?!?
When I was a kid
I was shy/
I only made myself acquainted with the tools in the shed instead of friends
Because in the end
I would trade homework for friendship
Hi, welcome to Al1ster,
the world's best utopia,
all your troubles will be solved here,
today on our docket we have how to deal with orphans and delinquents:
What's With People These Days ?
Societal Decay ....
Is On Constant Display ... !!!
So What Do You Stand For ... ?
At The End of The Day ... ?!?
Do You Stand For ABUSE ...
From Ignorant Youth ... ?!?
One thing that can never be disproven,
Is that time one way or another,
Will always keep moving,
The clock on the wall,
Will forever tik onward,
That is why my motto,
Is to always move forward,
What is with ......
All This ATTITUDE ... ?!?
It Seems The In Thing ...
To Simply Be RUDE ... !?!
People In The World ...
Are Now So Crude .... !!!!!!!
So .....
What makes these stupid blacks
think that crime and selling crack
will get them out the ghetto ?
What makes these fools think that ?!?
And ......
I'm the helper.
Thats the role I play in society.
I'm the type of person who puts others before herself,
Who keeps the peace,
Who meets others expectations,
They believed that if they looked in the mirror, their reflection would shatter the glass
Only, because society made them think that way
Leaving London... ? I Can Understand Why... !!!
Cos Things Aren't Safe... On Streets At Night... !!!
MORE Gunfights... As Children DIE...
Why..... ?????
Politics
You can be real dirty
Only we see your sanctimonious airs of supposed transparency.
Before the polls,
You make great promises of progress
You are the Moses, sent to save us
Bumble bee fly so high,
Let the world lift you on its icey shoulders
Have them know that you don’t die
And upon remission, return to your glass hive.
What Shall I say about their senses,
What Shall I speak about their Tenses,
They're all above the God judgements,
May be they are Gods of Themselves.
In our world .. .. ..
If you keep in touch with it,
you can feel others bleed.
You can see what they see.
It’s not make believe
A world full of noise,
Voices vying for attention.
Girls drenched in makeup,
Just one of the playboys.
Busy streets,
“Outcasts are unwanted,” we often praise
But do we try to understand how they are living their days?
Ridiculed, taunted, just jokes to make you laugh
things to make you forget about the quiet you don’t have.
"it is imperative that we, modern-beings, remember the mythicalities from long ago,
from the demi-Gods to the creatures with those halos"
reflecting with some friends regarding these old fables
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
Modern medusa is technology,
A digital abyss holding the gaze of stone faces,
A transfixing limitless potential.
A plague of oblivion.
Never had a mind of my own nor a thought on my own.A dream of my own nor a life of my own.Society, like a puppet, on a string.You controlled me. Not anymore. I am not a child anymore nor am I a follower.But I am mad.Look around. Brothers are dying
I grew up with a carefree view of the world in my youth
I didn’t change until I realized the hard-hitting truth
I started caring about issues in politics and society
Constantly thinking about figuring out a remedy
Child Like by Natasha Bartley
When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?
I have yet to understand the concept.
Of child.
It's funny how
These days
Kids jump into "I love You"s
Like they jump into cold, glistening pools during California Summers
Pretty pink elephants.
Plenty of pastel plants.
Pleasant pleasantries,
Hide perfectly placed “you can’ts”
Beautiful blue hues.
Obvious obligatory societal rules.
High horse views,
Forbidden Love
I wish I could hold you in my way
So we can lie down under the drunken sky
I put my expectations on fire
So the flames can burn twice
Sky shower the rain upon us
Expectations are the professional way to say you’ve already prejudged on as to what you expect me to do and to be.
Well to be frank expectations make me sick to my stomach.
I realize I grew
When shirts didn’t fit anymore.
When t-shirts, once smooth
Were distorted by two bumps on my chest.
I realized I grew
Society is wrong, it's corrupted.
Many have noticed.
I wish this wasn't true.
I really do.
But I feel like I'm trapped.
Trapped in my life.
Trapped here alone, even though I'm not.
My work duty first had me weary
the car was supposed to work in theory
these two had the future looking weary
unknown to me, adulthood was merely one giant query
Parties aren't my thing.
There's something about big crowds
That makes me shut down.
I'm uncomfortable.
Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table.
Everyone's closing in.
I can't even think.
As children we are told
Right and wrong are black and white
And the hard line between them is time and place
That green means good and red means
Stop
Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted
And smothered in soil
Until its cultivators find
That they’re ready to water it,
Growing up seemed fun to me,
Until I no longer fit on dad's knee.
Counting how many years I had left of school,
Knowing it's my learning tool.
One day I no longer had,
All my friends, just my dad.
Welcome to Society
We hope you enjoy your stay
And please feel free to be yourself
As long as its in the right way
Make sure you love your body
But not too mch or we'll tear you down
He was only eight, so why'd they give him so much hate? He shouldn't be crying because someone called him a "pansy" or a "fairy"- especially when he barely knows his own body.
I feel beautiful todayI should take a selfieas soon as I get board the next vehicleit's not everyday that I get to feel thisno matter how many peoplesay it to meshe thought to herself
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello
While we are young
Youthful and ever so free
Not a concern in site
with a world of danger ahead in the light
New responsibilities become uncovered
If only I could go back before that day
Where the sun set and children played unafraid
Blinded by the ways of mankind
and I thought
"maybe one day I will have the courage
the confidence to speak up
thanks to society she learned to hate her body
"youre skinny"
you must be anorexic
oh youre not okay heres an extra burger you need it honey
your hairs not perfect
you must not care what you look like
A Year Alone
I chose to go
To somewhere that was quite unknown
Whole new ideas
I had never heard
Ways of thinking I thought were absurd
And all my thoughts?
i remember when we had no smartphones.
life was so much simpler.
i remember being excited to play ball.
i remember being excited to skate.
i remember being excited to dance.
i remember being excited to live.
nobody saw the pain behind her smile
everyone assumed evrything was fine
they have no idea how wrong they were
while they looked away he was leaving bruises
some were emotional but most were physical
always been scared about how people see me. my fear is that i wont fit in, so will my friends leave me?been told to care about how others view you since day one. i just wanna be me, i just wanna have fun.
always been scared about how people see me
my fear is that i wont fit in, so will my friends leave me?
been told to care about how others view you since day one.
i just wanna be me, i just wanna have fun.
They told me I could be anything, but they never told me how
And I would like to be something, but I guess I already should be by now…
They told me I was free to dream, but then said my dreams weren’t real;
They say to not care what they say
They say to not care about what they think
They say it's okay to stand out
But what they don't understand
Is it is exactly they
It feels increasingly difficult to remember our centre.The part that should dictate our lives more than our brain,The part that is one of the easiest to lose sight of,
Separated, integration
Oppression, lead to depression
Conviction, more elimination
Injustice, is having hate in a unlawfully way
I look around and all I see
Is empty promises
False smiles
White lies
It seems as if everything we once knew
Everything we once held to be true
Is replaced with empty space
School. Absolutely not.
"GO" I heard Him say
So Large
Too Large
"GO"
Lonely brain in an extroverted body
"GO"
I went.
Wait...
She likes the same things as me?
Who is Society
They are inspirational
Exciting
Trendy
A place to be warm
Massive
But Who really is Society
They are mean
Horrible and Cruel
They say things
"Loser"
I remember I was 10 when he died
The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide
Barely made it to 17
All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
I remember I was 10 when he died
The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide
Barely made it to 17
All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
They called her a writer.
A witch.
A Manipulator of words.
Etching them into corners,
Onto walls,
Abandoned buildings,
Why?
Because one little tablet,
something so small,
it could fall down the drain...
-clink-
through your fingers,
puposefully or not,
changing not one,
but soo many,
lives.
You can't beat ignorance with a fist...something I was told
But society begs to differ as if our once warm blood is now cold
I try to stay positive but negativity resurfaces every chance it gets
On paper we're perfectBut underneath the surfaceThe perfect melts away To reveal we're broken, bruised, and brandedBy microscopic mistakes
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,
I would soon have wifely duties
and keep my mouth shut.
How boring.
"Your poor boyfriend," they say
because I remind him, in the future,
(TW: Language)
Welcome to the machine?
How about welcome to the street of need and inability, two things that should never have to be together
Broken ideations
Bricking us in…
We chose
This plush mediocrity,
Spreading the mortar
With our silence
Slight by slight,
Люди восхитительны
в толпе приятных апельсиновых веснушек
вокруг всех будничных пасмурных тушек
ты найдешь свое сияние
Every life that is lost is a critical concern, yet people end them so easily. A life is nothing to play with. Bodies drop every second, including the seconds it took you to read this.
beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts
leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest
Feed the rats, enough to survive,
Yes, just enough to keep them alive.
Convince them lies posing as truth,
So Gods we appear before their eyes.
Do not teach them to find their food,
No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid
Or the one with crippling anxiety
That poor child who was traumatized, but
Everyone steps away when she needs help
When the evil
Dark
My dreams are so big
It’s hurt small minded people
They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams
So instead
What if my mission is to disturb the comforted
and comfort the disturbed?
What if my mission is to sadden the happy
and excite the sad?
Look at me
By:ThePoetLexi
Close your eyes and envision the perfect you.
Medium sized soft lips with thin perfectly arched eyebrows
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
As people, we’re always judgmental
Some of us pick on others
Until that person is dismantled
I hate that this is a dog eat dog world
Where is the positivity for the boys and girls?
when is it my body?
when you’re reaping the color of my skin
reducing my culture into a category that only accepts
squinty eyes and figures so thin
Once upon a time there was
A girl.
Perhaps this should be the end of the story,
Some people certainly think so,
I wasn’t always this lost, my days consumed by chaos
An era where everything makes me nervous
And every other day my mood drops, and rises
It’s always a fight to find my way through this mind fog
In our culture today, we are all about
“Success, success, success”
And when we fall from that pedestal we took so long
Isn't it odd that I consider myself lucky
That no unwanted man has ever put his grubby hands on me?
This is not about luck though, or the clothes I've been wearing
who could love these chocolate bones?
when society kills my serenity with stones.
oppression and depression is now all I know,
when society has stolen every joy I once bestow.
Dear America,
Thank you for the poverty seen on the streets.
Thank you for making kids bite their tongue for speaking the truth.
I look up to see nothing
but a blue canvas, dangling,
threatening to collapse over me.
Existence stalks me
as a gust of nothingness
reminds me of my
just one more breath
nice and slow, think it through
isn't life or death; see?
what do you want to do
I wish this wasn't me
living with this constant cage
no peace for my mind
We have begun to treat ourselves like our ninth grade English papers
Earasing and fixing the mistakes marked up in red ink by society
Tweaking and rewriting
Until we are unrecognizable
Until we are worthy of an A
You have changed me
That’s for sure
To everyone
You have allure
You make the fine lines disappear
Give me guidance
Give me fear
chaotic thoughts fracture the very fiber of my beingthe velocity of my heart beating does not compare to the evils im seeingso much regret, so much temptation to destroy i am achieving
The old are considered wise
For they have no brake.
Only the emergency brake
Which wallows in dust
The world tells us to be perfect,
But that fills our souls with conflict,
For who can determine our worth?
Why does this feel like hell on Earth?
She didn’t notice, at first
That anything was wrong
She always felt whole
But They told her she couldn’t be
She was not Right
Not the right size
the children are sleeping.
society decides,
“It is convenient for us to
destroy dreams.
They walk,
full of confidence with their bright red feet
Moving their heads to the rythem of the city
red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory
I’m Sorry,
But why should you think that?
Who gave the right to know that?
Why does it matter?
Do you know that hurts me to know that my secret is exposed?
Open your mind
Ditch the confined
Of the nine to five
Waiting on the weekends
To start the process
Again, and again
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Good.
I just need to say thank you
Impossibly high social standards,
Cookie cutter people
Who try to force me
Into a cookie cutter shape -
A simple square,
they all give me wary eyes
cross the road to avoid crossing paths
pull their children closer
holding them tighter
the drunk men hoot at my covered behind
"Allahu Akbar"
they say
"how much is too much"
i ask my mirror
whilst i cake on the makeup
too light for my skin
they dont want me because
i dont look like them
i am the alien with
my brown skin and
When I was a child I wanted to fly
To reach the heavens in the sky
To travel the world and see new things
and was excited about what life would bring
That dream is gone, sold off at school
He wanders down a dark path and is complete blinded of all meaning
he is strong because his reality requires him to be
he is never allowed to be free because every man is built like a machine
Historians agree that our ancestors lived in caves.
Sheltered under a rock, we adapted to walls,
a safety mechanism.
From caves to townhomes, we kept our walls,
built a fourth one,
shaded the windows,
it's dark.
illuminated by the light of a phone's flashlight, i write.
i write of worlds i was never a part of, worlds i am both lucky and unlucky
not to have been born into.
I went on the Internet to find Tumblr,
I swear I've heard of this from somewhere.
I surfed through blogs 'n posts,
nothing about Space Ghost.
All I just found was:
We were freaks
Clowns and ringleaders
Dwarfs and bearded ladies.
We were oddities created by a society
That didn’t accept curiosities.
This way , that way, that's wrong
Every mistake thrown in your face
As if you didn't see it happen
Every good thing goes unnoticed every bad thing's
Already uploaded on the screen we've replaced our families with
1) You’re never allowed to tell a lie
Unless the lie sounds nicer than the truth
To tell people what they want to hear
2) Everyone is right
Everyone is wrong
I say that America
is screwed
That I don't want to
be here anymore
That I'm leaving first chance
I get
But as frustrated as I am
will I ever truly leave?
Moon-kissed windows,
projecting the oblivious melancholic sight
of those who shine bright, and
time-blessed gravity defyers
dancing to a rhythm of lust,
like blooming roses in the sun.
eyes
eyes lie, that’s the one truth I say
they hide who a person truly is
their personality, the clear vision
of their humanity
humanity?
it needs a human for humanity
why do i need someone
to tell me i am pretty
where and when did i
lose this ability
to provide love
for myself
Am I pretty now?
You told me I need makeup,
You can hardly tell it is me anymore,
Am I pretty now?
You said I needed to lose some weight,
Well i have, now I'm anorexic,
Am I pretty now?
do you think i'm stuPid? did yOu Really think i wouldN't find out? you told me you quit months ago but, i had my doubts. i didn't asK you to stop because I wanted to controL you. you toLd me about it before, why are you hiding it now?
Seed of Time.
Stem of innocence.
Song and rhyme
come to be.
Then sliver the branches
of vice and temptation.
Corruption and combat bloom.
The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.
Consider me someone of barter,
You exchange with me.
I carry alot in my bag:
Education.
Backlash.
Dedications.
Some say trash.
Racy pics and texts,
Oh no doubt.
When I was 5 years old, my mom said be yourself
What she didn’t know back then, who I was got put on a shelf
A shelf full of crazy ass dreams
Not every girl is Rosie the Riveter
Not every girl is a housewife
You’re so hellbent on labeling us
On shelving us, filing us away neatly
You don’t even consider the middle ground
Society thinks,
You must wear makeup to be pretty.
but not too much,
don't be a slut.
Society thinks,
You must sleep with guys to belong.
But no more than three,
don't be a whore.
Maybe if society did not pressure us
To have the “perfect relationship”,
Maybe if society did not push
A certain definition of love,
There is a vast array
that one mustn't stay
On this perfectly perplex planet
One used deceit
To get you to believe
Every day
there’s a new tragedy
plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines
When did we forget how to love?
instead learn how to hate
How hard can it be?
To get up and face the world
and swim against the current
while a storm begins to brew.
To swim throught the swirling media
bombarded by infromation at all time,
he said she said,
In the world of a cultural salad,
I am not American nor Guatemalan
I do not engage in my family's culture
I do not speak perfect Spanish yet I learned it first
I do not resemble that of my family
Dear world,
You always tell us to be ourselves.
It is a cliché that has been used and spoken of and heard more times than it has been understood.
You always tell us to do what we want.
Step back
Face the facts
The world spins and carries our slack
I sit
I wonder
But I don't react
I can't react.
Our sight
Our might
Our brain waves distorted
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities,
Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity,
They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty,
But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
Dear Society,
You contort, control, and command.
You convince little girls that being a damsel is desirable,
“You need to watch what you eat,” you demand.
Dear world,
I ask you why.
Why do you do this?
Warfare, hatred, poverty.
Why have you chosen this path?
What makes you think it’s better,
What makes you think this is how it should be?
Simplicity is complexity at its finest.
Society often overcomplicates the simplest Thoughts, words, and dreams.
“Nothing gold can stay”
“To be, or not to be”
Simple phrases with so much
Society
Members of community
Expectations and beliefs
What people should be
Race, age, gender,
Even what people like to do
Dear past,
present,
and future
Self,
you are living
in a glass cylinder:
Society.
It warps your vision,
There are those that stand upon the hill
Getting everything yet lusting still
Then there are those upon the ground
Getting nothing making little sound
Dear Society,
Why do you always judge me?
Not only me but my whole ethnicity?
Why do you say I have
My individual rights?
I am not your 5 mintiue cigarette break,
you cannot light me whenever you're in the mood,
and put me out when you're tired of me
I am not your PlayStation,
you cannot play me when you're bored,
When I was young I used to want to be a singer
But my mother said, Mija that job is not for you
Successful singers are not usually brown, Try something else.
So I wanted to be a baker and open up my own Panadería.
Acting okay.
Asking for forgiveness,
Always pretending.
Broken heart.
Bridges burnt.
Baby, wait please.
Crying for hours.
Cutting off everyone.
Can you ever forgive me?
We look to find just who we are inside
Forever looking to find where we fit
Having constant fear of being denied
In the process some people just lose it
Everywhere we attempt to interact
To me, " Emo" is just another stereotypical name that society gives people who dress in darker clothing. So what? i wear darker clothes. But, society also attached other characteristics to the stereotype. Like " suicidal" "self harm"
Just ridiculous
You see someone on the street
And as soon as you meet
You categorize.
You tell people you don’t mean to do it
I'm a bit confused
Because you say that you're clothes
Are one size fits all.
And that may be true
I’m quiet and go unseen
It’s truly the best way to really see.
I see the face behind the mask, the one who frowns behind the laugh.
I see the need behind the smile, the one that lies to please the crowd.
Shout out to the people that goes out to all
Even if you feel big, even if you feel small
Shout out to the rich, can't forget about the poor
God blees the greedy, who always want more
Time, something I really can’t seem to stop thinking about. Time, something that will follow and lose you in life.
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory.
The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful.
One by one they slip away as it is in their nature.
Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
At times of utter chaos,
the mind sleeps.
Hiding behind a closure,
until vulnerable no more.
And days later,
after closure, comes
a newfound fascination-
in what exactly happened.
An empath
Just a ProSonderer
Nothing more
But quick to learn
every human’s soul
will be instinctively felt
just as the breeze flows
Want to see where this shortage of discipline kicks in?
Take a peek at US presidential elections
Inflating white hate whome congregate behind behind racist gates like devolving apes
What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul.
While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
Dear Society,
You analyze the outside of my body,
My curvy, bodacious butt, and these hips that don't lie hunny
The three layers of rolls when I bend over and the wrinkles on my forehead,
My child has finally been born.
Thy world awaits ye beauty.
Yet I must hide thee from scorn,
So I take thy to a place that’s gloomy.
Condemned by the nature of society,
The status quo that instigates conformity.
To rebel is to take the forbidden fruit,
To enter the garden and be dragged through the Inferno,
Dear Cryptic Affluence,
Did I really have to go so far?
What did I do for you to drown this way?
It wasn't easy getting here,
tell me was it meant to be?
He asked for help -
they laughed.
He begged to be understood -
they ignored.
He screamed for attention -
they didn't give it.
There She Is
All perfect and delicate
But breakable continuing to be elegant.
Her so-called goods are exposed
And she doesn’t hesitate to pose.
I am not saying she is no brainer
The society needs a upgrade,
Things are changing and it’s not the same,
People stuck in their old ways,
Left with a closed-minded brain.
Dear Society,
Why do you keep on hurting...?
Yeah, I get it,
you're old
you're ancient
you're ever slow moving, but that's no excuse.
You Spit
You Stab
You Lie
Dear Dubiety,
I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead.
But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
Hi it's me again
remeber the girl you forgot again
remeber you said you'd be right back
remember you left me to freeze in a shack
Hi it's me again
remeber when you told me we were best friends
The sirens blare
Excitement stirs
Whats happening?
Is there a fire?
Is someone getting arrested?
Is someone hurt?
Chatter stirs
Dog bites to bone
Songs are written but still unknown
Roses are proving love
People trembling far from reality
I kept them too close in my dreams
But dont cry for me
Heaven doesn't believe in tears
When we're sixteen and breathing is like shoving steel through our veins,
it's hard and it hurts but we keep doing it.
When we're nineteen and we've been cut loose,
There’s blood underneath your fingertips,
cracks in your nails, chaos in your head,
suicide in your eyes.
Much is wrong with our society,
Treating people like scum,
This causes some to turn to anarchy,
But choas without purpose is dumb.
We all have a lesson to learn,
Unity is the way to peace,
An apple
Sweet
Or sour
Turns into applesauce
To make an
Even better treat
And even if
Those sour apples
Society its always the answer or the well thought out solution.
theres no room for any type of change or evolution,
When you know the revolution, won’t be televised but you stayed tuned in.
Tell me about the time
Where the moon was the only light that earth needed
To guide it’s nocturnal creatures,
Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices
To color the sky;
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ?
A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre.
Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
Emptiness and sorrow,
They all say it will get better tomorrow,
Yet I am stuck in the mistakes of my past,
While everyone around me is moving by fast,
Standstill, standstill,
My body turns into a landfill,
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time,
It is so easy to forget the memorable events
That paints the portrait of the world.
Yet, with one more careful glance
Curriculum's are set based on trials from various students, but none of those students are me, or you or the person down the road.
Dear Juvenility,
If only, only when
Could I have returned to your restful face
Could I, being you
protect you from the troubling journey of Adulthood.
Protect you, holding you
Dear Society,
I hate you
Plain and simple
You ostracize the best of people
You make them feel like they are nothing
But you don't care
Dear Society,
One day I'll rise above you
Time somebody told me.
I was wasting my time ganging unworthy friends.
Time somebody told me.
Loving myself is my number one priority
Love is a very powerful word,
But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred,
Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
because i love you
i only smile as i watch you tilt back the milk carton
white drops running down your chin
the lips softly parted.
i only smile even though
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I woke this morning to find a mother crying on the television screen
Her son was following urban fashion wearing a hood over his head and it blinded him
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love.
It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love.
Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
We are shaped to be normal, to fit in with the crowd.
We are told to do our best to make our parents proud.
We are taught that girls can cry, but "men" can't shed a tear.
I will listen to society
and I might cry at the words I hear,
but I still do when
she is wounded by her own sword
And I will stand to say
that I love her like a mother or sister
The world doesn't understand our love.
It cannot comprehend the myriad of emotions you make me feel.
They do not see us the way we do,
Only seeing us as two females in a heteronormative society.
What you know about the silence of the lambs
I'm not talking about that cross dresser shit.
I mean the way people today choose to live,
cowardly, afraid to speak up. Think differently,
To you I am nothing more than what you see,
what you hear,
what you read.
I am nothing more to the world
than the traces that I leave,
in my words,
in my art,
in my legacy.
The first came on a white horse.
A pure white horse, so it was welcomed.
With open arms and minds.
It was embraced.
It was the illusion of progress, it was wanting more, more, more.
A Man
A room
Confined to silence
Darkness comes and goes
Maybe of sleep, maybe of death
His body wonders, his mind paces
What then does he seek
Perhaps a reason, Perhaps a light
As you were the light that rose upon my life the day you sung your beautiful melody to me,
I never wanted you to leave; but if your happiness depended on it then that's all I ever wanted was for you to be happy,
My dad got remarried when I was ten.
To a woman whose hugs smelled like three shots of tequila before church,
we lived in a cracked window, bug baited, squeaky apartment
Society has programmed us... undesirable,
Imprinting in our brains over and over what we should strive to be.
We believe that in order to be acceptable ,
They say that love always wins,
but sometimes I can't be sure.
I want to believe the world can be a safe place for me,
but when I'm downtown for open mic, it's always:
Check your skirt length.
You should be with the one you love,
As love is what matters to the one above,
Society in which is scattered; would bunch together if our hearts came as one,
Oh society holds us apart,
But why?
Isn’t it funny how everyone walks around with fake smiles on their faces?;
Fake ears to listen to others’ fake cases;
They made up in hopes that someone could possibly care;
I see no point
In going through this maze.
It is filled to the brim with traps,
cloaked in a dulcet haze.
Must I play a part in this senselessness?
This deceit that plagues us all?
Society is messed up. Apparently a girl can't do or wear anything without getting called out.
Listen to this:
A girl never wears make up and her acne is never covered. So she starts to have people saying,
balloons are full of helium,
but they can only stay afloat for so long.
eventually they deflate.
i am deflating.
feelings escape like air.
She was just sixWhen he told her to fixHis dirty desireRemove the heat of his fire
She was just nineWhen she was toldTo kiss him below the lineBy that gigantic old
She wishes she couldPunch them in the faceThey thought they wouldBeat her in that race
She was somehow silentBut they were raging a warShe had some different scentNow she regrets, she could roar
People wonder
Why it is teens
Are so suicidal here
Is it because
They are confused
They are being forced
Into a shell
They are basically invisible
To the eye of society
How can you smile
knowing that peopl are dying
because they are sick of trying
to appease the critics,
to appease the man,
to appease the woman,
and those in command.
They are taking their lives
The question I ask myselfWhy they look at youAs if you're half nakedWhy they look at youAs if you're a piece of cake baked
Starry night.
Blue skies
Staring up in wonder.
Dreaming bright
Big eyes.
Staying here forever.
Drinking fight
Goodbyes.
Cinderella... So beautiful and down to earth
An amazing young lady, unaware of her worth
Constantly mocked, always rejected
One of the millions feeling neglected
A simple night out, but nothing was ever the same
Everyone is a poet at heart, They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
Politics & Religion
Were never meant for polite society
My parents taught me.
But polite society doesn't exist
At least in this day and age.
Now and again vulgarities show
Marring perfect plans
My vessel has been anchored, attacked, and conquered Leaving the pieces shattered and somber Stranded within a dynamic society My lifeless bones still dance with gaiety Misguided, unrequited, i have lost my light And here i lie undecided if sink
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.
Once upon a time
A man named Robin Hood
Pulled out his gun
and shot all the bad guys
Stole their luxuries
My mind spins thinking about the word, “White.”
About how being white is like being the reincarnation of Hitler,
In the eyes of the blind Social Justice Warriors,
Once upon a time, there was a young girl of a foreign land,
Her parents had taken her feet off the sand,
Then thousands and thousands of miles away,
She soon was to learn where she was to say,
I have orated to the lay
about the dangers of AIDS
& how every books page
brings you a step closer to getting paid
I have recited to the rich
about a large poverty ditch
'A prince needs a princess' he has been told all his life
A woman, pretty women, go and be happy, prosper
with a woman
pick a woman, a beautiful woman, make her your queen
you can have any
I fell in love with a man who lives in a world of black and white
Doesn't quite see something that isnt at sight
I stand in the front light to make sure that I shine, but my color's to bright almost seems to blind
Even that which seems to be pure beauty hides its deepest secrets
For which the stars shine only when not covered in the fog of the city lights
You. Yes you. You disturb me.
The way you break some, polish others, and chip and crack the rest.
The cabinet we sit in is filled with beautiful colors and shapes.
All around are people, too
Busy to
Care about anything except the moment they are in, too
Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that
Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
They say life is a gift,
That love bridges the rifts,
They say 'follow your dreams',
They ask you to come clean.
But what if life is greedy and shallow,
Driven by heads and hearts that are hollow,
The day started smooth and had a groove reminiscent of rythm & blues.
The day kicked off right, it was bright, so bright that it would have lit the sky on the darkest of nights.
The stages of rain are neverending
But it seems that this rain is heavy
Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears
Maybe he see the bad we've done
What he has caused us to do
And wants to wash it away
in the winter of one’s cracking white bones
holding traces of a shivering soul
small crystals biting into the blue fingered ghost
The World of Bi is an interesting place
For all is divided into two
One is treated like gold
The Other is treated a fly- Shoo!
One is the standard
That all must adhere
They say you see
someone’s soul
Through their eyes
I see their souls
In the money they
Slide into my jacket
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
Man made of fire,
Passion to fight.
Arrow through his heart,
Yet he refuses to die.
As stubborn as the light in his eyes
I am wonderous, as is that fly in the kitchen.Filled with curiosity, but crushed when not welcomed.
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies.
"He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
This morning I woke up and it was controversial.
My skin glowed caramel under the sun and it was controversial.
When you hear the word
NORMAL
You think
Of the common man or woman
You think
Of nothing special
Just plain, the "Average Joe"
America. She used to belong to everyone and she was okay with it. Rumor has it that an Englishman found her & sold her some dreams.
Round and round the wheel of time goes;
Where she stops, nobody knows.
As tides come red and pebbles turn black.
Name a virtue which we today lack.
We have TVs, and treadmills, and shiny things too,
In my youth it was hidden
the color of my hands
the sun on my blonde hair
the glisten of my green eyes
and the accompanying announcment to society
of an all american girl
who had everything she wanted
Traffic lights stay at a steady red
Reflecting on life's motion
Dropping down what I see with lead
Depicting the faces of no emotion
Running down an endless path
I used to break door handles,
A habit my parents never cherished.
Someone would hide behind the door,
And I'd come chasing after them.
The slam of the door
The click of the lock,
You are blind.
Do you realize our shape?
You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind?
No, I think not.
You do not come together.
Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
Our god is green so things are never as they seem,Freedom rings but are we really free?People still being exploited like the Cree,In the land of history repeated,Was hatred every truly defeated? When Lincoln died, he believed us to be unified,Jim
You know I think it's kind of funny
How we say, almost excessively,
that are now a more connected humanity
in this, the "amazing" 21st century.
I mean, "We're more connected than ever!", right?
America is free
at least that's what we're selling
but the product must be damaged
there's not one damn soul that believes what we're telling
Nerves Racing.
Heart's Beating.
Why are they starring?
Is it my smile, my body, my hair?
Is it my personailty, Why should they care?
I just want to stop the stares...
Mirror, mirror on the wall who is worst of them all,
I promise I try to stand tall.
I know I'm ugly, I know im worthless,
My body alone makes me nervous.
You don't have to tell me how bad I am,
wouldn't it be perfect,
if eveyone danced as society told them,
because there is no room for free will,
because there is no room for a creative spirit,
there is no room to be your own person,
We are America...
the land of the free, the home of the brave,
yet we stll have many crises pertaining to inequality, poverty, Geneaolgy, social class, economic wealth and generosity.
As the music starts the world disappears
You slip into a new world for just two minutes
A world where no one judges
Where no one cares
How you look
My thoughts are too loud to
not let out,
But I don't
know what to
write about,
the rhymes spout
but they all sound the same,
they fall from
the clouds where
my soul hides,
America
Built on the ideas for a perfect life
Freedom and Equality
Holds a bias for those who can plant their seed with a pale complexion
Education
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars
All hidden behind unopened doors
Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke
Buried beneath the ash in the smoke
Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
Eyes stapled open,
Mouth taped shut,
Ropes restraining my body,
This is what it’s like in society.
Opinions kept to myself,
A perfect world is unrealistic
Crime, violence, guns, deaths, gangs
When will it slow down
Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, chug
You fall behind, you're out of luck.
Brute mechanisms all in place
to stay on track & win the race,
They work in time and go in sync
so you'll go far, or so you think.
America the free
But are we really free?
Striving to contain a positive image
Looking into the mirror
Not many like what they see
Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
"He's just a guy."
Just a guy,
just being a boy,
What's wrong with that?
Let boys be boys.
Don't be so uptight.
He just got drunk.
He just did coke.
He just took the car-
Social Media, feeding the
Obsession. Expression
which switches
Depression to Repression.
Lies disguise
our devotion to true emotion.
Self-Hatred, the secret sacred
Entity for a hurting Identity.
The curtain has been hung,
tied,
and strung.
The masks has been beaded,
laced,
and covered with a face.
Mirror, Mirror
On the wall
What will it take
To be
Pretty,
Thin,
Tall?
Scale, Scale
On the floor
What will it take
To be
Light
Skinny
Perfect?
Little Angel
This little angel
We are putting our faith in you.
We hope that you will do well,
God Bless America!
Where the grand homes spit on the peasent who make the ground they walk on
God Bless America!
Where black infestation is eliminated by the wonderful cops who are suppose to be protection
We live in a culture of vultures
We don’t even have time to breathe
We are only supposed to succeed and conceive
Because what else are we supposed to believe?
There are people who love youPeople who hate youPeople who wish they were youBut you’re youThey want to be like BeyoncéOr swag it out like my friend JovanteBut nobody is as great as youBeing you
Did you know people have pain they never show.Everyone has a story hidden in their hearts.Some are hurt; others broken and that's not the worst part.The worst part is you never noticed thisor maybe it was just missed in this consuming abyss we cal
"With our heads pressed to the wall
they'll try to end us once and for all
because of the things we pray we'll
have to pay for it each passing day.
They'll expect us all to fall
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work.
But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
How beautiful it is
To live everyday breathing the warm/cold air of mother nature
I find it fascinating how we simply are living.
Look at those trees; so tall ,with many years
The green glass doorThe double letter dilemmaKeeping logic livelyLooking less appealing each dayRealizing reality is really dullWe should instead kill senseAnd hold on to lost letters
I swear i'll love this town,
if only I can look at it from my cars rear view mirrior.
This Town destroyed me.
I would destroy myself ,
to become your idea of perfection.
Yes, yes, yes
Im not about the politics But more about the common senseBlack lives matter Well isn't that fuckin obvious But to some it might not seemStarted when I had a dream But will end like the Hitler regime Sad to sayI take it day by day Thinking of wor
plastics and perfects
accepted and approved
not too thick, not too thin
just perfect
worthless and failing
bullied and besotted
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
365 days ago,I was surely not the same.I've grown up too much. 350 days ago,I couldn't choose between my head and heart,Let alone how to live life fully. 335 days ago,I wasn't passionate about everything I did,Slowly that has changed 320 days ago,
"Wake Up Neo.
"The Matrix has you."
Digital Mind Control.
Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Does anyone really know?
Who are you to tell me what I should say or what I should show?
You ask what is race,
something simple as a face,
the color of the skin,
or your fellow kin.
There is a blank space
The impossible has happened and now I am impossibly numb.
The bitter sting of an empty core, I wanted more. More warmth more sun, more love, hope.
And I want more still.
Built upon bloodshed and mass genocide
maybe the color of my skin did dictate innocent lives
We probably did take it all away
The culture, the land, the native beauty
Sometimes I wish I was skinny and pretty. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I want to cut the fat off! I hate how being fat your discriminated, I hate how being fat you got to have a hour glass shape. Why do I feel this way?
Here I am hangin my head with a noose
I could simply choose \Buzz of Role Models tell me not to Refuse
I thought I could trust your cues
But the very people I idolize teach me to lose
Cold hearts can crack
warm hearts can burn
the dumb are often wisest
the outcasts are the kindest
the lonely are the most loving
the rich are the most lonely
the smart are often clueless
I don't know when I first realized it,
But when I did it all made sense.
I am not what the world sees me as,
I am whoever I want to be.
I have the capability to do what ever I want.
This is the evolution of our generation:
Documentation of instant gratification,
Social media exploitation,
Gender roles and misrepresentation.
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt
Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming
Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us
Green is for growth of knowledge society
I sit in the darkness.
No thoughts.
No words.
No shouts.
You lower into the ground.
No thoughts.
No words.
No feelings.
We fall into line.
No thoughts.
Ive published at least 96 poems
have written a hundred more
and yet not a single word
has truly captrued this that i feel
this great anxious feeling
like something is coming
something is coming.
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
Ghosts linger in the crack between the door and its frame.
Now, you should know that they’re hard to tame.
Not every one of my demons is the same.
It is madness;
It is a cigarette I call badness.
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
It’s a specific side.
The one with frayed edges where
Paper fibers are disrupted from the interwoven
Pattern of rules calculated to win points.
No one can see the perfect matrix.
Left or Right.
Up or Down.
There is no middle ground.
Feminism or Misogyny.
Racism or Tolerance.
There is no middle ground.
We are always told
We are worth our
Weight in gold. And
That's a sweet sentiment
But I don't think it's
Genuine, and it implies
That someone's worth is
Definable by societal objects.
I am a radioactive zone.
Danger zone, when I'm alone
In a classroom, in a crowd
Touch and you will perish.
One of those kids who
Thinks too much, who
Writes words on her
They told me I was too fat, so I changed a little.They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little.
They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
every single human on this earth has a purpose. every person has a complex and complete thought process and emotional reservoir that is utilized on a daily basis. every person has a mother, father, some have sisters and brothers.
Human minds are silly little models
The birth children of originality
And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of
Society
Cousins of melancholy
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
The world is cold and harsh
A blanket of darkness and terror engulfs us all each moment
nearly nothing arouses a reason to try, to work, or to see the next day
We're spreading the odors
Name calling like ogers
World full of freeloaders
Bloaters
Sugar coaters
Quickly speeding others gears
Like motors
She's a true devoter
Motivater
What a perfect illusion it is
living in a sugarcoated world is what it seems
living in a place where people are scared of the ones that are supossed to be protecing
The glossy magazine
In the library
Is screaming.
Cheekbones!
Makeup!
Perfection!
Pretension!
Be fake!
Be beautiful!
Be loved!
Be sexy!
When I was seven years old
In my mathematics class
Measurement setting in dread
Forty kilograms is the answer
I don’t remember the lesson I learnt
I'm all alone
In the zone
Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown
But I pay no mind
Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind
Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
It is boys like you who consciously
Brainwash girls
And preach how “natural” is better
And overly sexualize her body as if they weren’t a breathing human
Don't write, He Said
I put down my pen
So Sad, He Said
I picked it up again
Don't think, He said
I closed my lips
You only blink, He said
Does water ever expire?
Does love ever end?
Does hate have a pure reason?
Or is it simply because
We're all different from one another?
Does freedom have limits?
Can words ever have
Fat, ugly, stupid, whoreThose words hurt, sureBut people don't know that that words have thousands of meaningsAnd can bring out different reactions and feelingssome worse thanothers 16 year old virgin Good grades good girlBut wow she's a boreBecau
Hey, girl, Latika, girl
Here's a box for you!
But don't you worry, Mr. Stein,
There's one for you too!
Liu from my math class,
This box will do you well.
And take this here, Syeeda....
the man lived all by himself
in a house down by the creek
and he used a whittled stick to walk
because his joints were very weak
Afraid that there is a greater potential
a box they give us to condition in
if they do this long enough
they believe that we'll be trapped
trapped in a mindset that they control
No hope
No love
I try avoiding emotions.I'm a criminal,and they're bounty hunters.
I fear my mind.
They chase me down.Syrens echo from behind,pinning down thoughts with "love" on their badges.
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
We live in a world,
Where we are misunderstood
We live in a world
Where we miscalculate the meaning of life
We live in a time
Where we must learn to be alive
The society that has become
The world is a judgemental place.
you're skinny it's wrong
you're fat it's wrong
you're tall it's wrong
you're short it's wrong
Everything that you do is wrong.
You see me on Friday nights
Under all those shiny, bright lights
Yelling for the win.
You'd think I'm the prettiest
That everyone loves to be around me
I am not what I once was
introduce new distractions
increased subtraction
from action,
reaction
becoming bad habits
hapiness and a want for joy
are not worth th feeling of emotions
society teaches my son that gun play is better than word play. that being educated isn't okay they want me alive but not woke. I be damned to let them deprive me from my thoughts and Intuition.
You see a forest
they look at you the same
Everyone... All they see is trees
I do not see trees
For I am blinded by the leaves of them
I appreciate being blinded
I am not the color of my skin.
I am not my semi-squinted eyes or my small nose.
I am not my small mouth and my round face.
I am not my small stature or my black hair.
Behind closed doors is where it staysDark and gloomy to the mind's eyeIt avoids our creeping gazeWell aware of their ignorant lie
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
What is left after we go our separate ways?
Never to see each other again,
When once we saw each other everyday.
after all the words are spoken,
The things that they said that left me broken.
Poetry! My pride, my joy, my only form
Of reaching out into the dark, dank place
That is our world. It is my emotional storm,
Helping me see the gray face
Caught in between the black and white
You may be wondering
How your pain goes unnoticed.
Feeling like you're screaming,
And nobody is even looking in your direction.
How is it possible
That nobody hears?
They give us their devotion and love,
We respond with hate.
They show us their loyalty,
We cast them out on the street.
They offer us constant companionship,
We leave them alone to die.
Words cannot change the world
And it will never be true that
We can make a difference just by writing
The written word
Is not able to replace
Advancing technology in our society
There are a numerous amount of bitter people all over the world that want to express their pent-up feelings that were kept deep down inside.but sometimes is just that they seem to be gaucherie at certain times of their life.
Society has deemed me black, unsophisticated, ghetto but that’s not me
Society has deemed her white, redneck, slutty but that's not her
Society has deemed him Asian, intelligent, advanced but that's not him
Isn't t funny how numbers run our entire livesThat we prefer quality over quantityBut yet we are so pressed over quantityThat the numbers in our banks accounts define our wealthAnd the number of people you have in your family Will determine your h
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their constellations, and disagree on the faulty moon craters.
We all live in a world of expectations.
Were we are expected to be an image of perfection and sweetness.
However, I'ma Do It Like Miley.
I am not no Disney character.
Oddly enough, I'm weird.
At least that's what they jeered to my beard
as they peered, while my honesty reared
with confidence clear, and hints of fear.
At least that's what they said from their box
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself,
Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame,
She felt like the last book picked on the shelf,
The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
When will it be ok
To no longer hide
From a world full of hate
And a society full of lies?
Still feeling alone.Everyday. Every night.I got myself, but I'm wanting more.Wanting something different.Another person in my life.
I still question what is my own reflection?
Looking into a steamed mirror
Staring not at my outward reflection
Looking toward myself to find.
To find, my reflections from inside.
Should I conform?
Though it hurts, yes. It's all I can do.
I'm already employed as a labotomite in this grave conquest.
From start to finish, I'll breathe given air
I'll drink given water
There's a crime in the mind
Of a man who rhymes about the common day times
The man who spreads lies in the form of tongue tied twists
Someday the time may come, when I, no longer able to distinguish the line between reality and nonentity, will accept the illusions and leave behind this materialistic world. Could you pull me back if I slipped away? Would you catch me if I ever fe
there is somuch power inthe softness of your lipsand the tip of your tongueyour mouth works wonders
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
5 years old,
little blue dress,
with a heart of gold,
and nothing less.
She grew older,
little blue dress gone,
be prettier he told her,
the challange she would take on.
So we've played society's game.
We've attempted the idea of perfection.
Hiding behind the masks we've created,
No longer able to recognize the reflection we see in the mirror.
My eyes are wildflowers
Dirt roads. Weeds and
Willow trees
Main stream is cement.
Dead.
My dreams must live and breathe
I won’t be
anything but myself.
Otherness.
Over all of the pain and sorrow
We will overcome
We have to stay strong and believe that the world can be altered
Once in a while things will get tough, but we have to stand tall and be judicious
Beneath the patterns of the surrounding society
Beneath the spice in other's eyes to hawk like vultures at the vulnerable
Beneath the excess necessity for superiority and distance
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other
A hug for one person to another
A kiss to make somebody’s day
Some loving to make the pain go away
Aspiration runs through the crack of granite ruins
behaves a shoulder to lean on in a storm.
we dream with great wishes
of destroying each others source of light
yet so many do not fall.
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am
At first she was No.
Now, No was beautiful
And no I’m not talking about that porcelain skin, straight hair thigh gap beautiful.
no!
A renegade of cultures past,
A renegade from traditions forgotten,
Holding on to values from the past,
Lessons that lay today, forgotten.
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
When in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary
to treat humans
like humans
and dissolve the political
and racially prejudice bonds that drive
a heinous wedge between us.
Money (An English Translation of my German Poem : "Geld")
Laying by a tree
with my head hung.
Many birds fly above
and I think
"Why can I not fly?"
Life with no wings
Society has convinced me that I should be one piece
One whole piece, with no chips, sratches, or cracks
But what people do not realize is that society is no human
It was not born with eyes or a heart.
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner
Some of the products used by many
The clothes that society says look good are designer
Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny?
The illusion of perfect symmetry,
holds us from grabbing our key.
Fabricated poise and sophisticated balance,
shakes us to our decrepit core.
Surreal intellect and courage so strong
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws
We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws
Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small
We are completely appalled
Welcome, vessels of flesh and bloodTo my humble theatre, why have you come?Was it fear that brought you here?New toys for the puppeteer
Dear Society,
All the heroes have fallen and its all your fault.
All of your rules and ideals forced through their skull
caused their ship to sink.
I wish it wasn’t so easy
So easy to say that I don’t miss it
The old world I once lived in
Bumble melts off of the lips like the honey we steal.
Origins are unimportant when we have the hum of corporate in our ears.
Mounds of guilt collect like wax combs.
But we care not, as long as we get what we want.
Blind she stumbles through the façade
Everything perfect, now always flawed.
With open eyes, the illusion presents,
With lies and cheats it only makes sense.
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul?
Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside?
Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul?
Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside?
Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
the way i see
it, we have two
options:
a)
be each others
One. give me the
ring,
leave the wedding
to
me; and soon we'll boast about this
diaper-changing Happily
Dear Society, do we exist anymore?
The moment we come into this world you grab hold of us like prized possessions
The clothes we wear, the games we play, the language we speak, you control
They asked:
which thing would you choose, if you could
only choose one thing,
over all things?
I could not respond.
I am one of those creatures that
‘Life is hard,’ they tell me
‘But enjoy it to its fullest.’
Be who you want to be,
But only as long as you fit our standards
Everyone is beautiful,
But some only on the inside
Ethnicity doesn’t matter,
Is it okay to be
yourself
in a world where
each person is a
reflection
of someone else?
Individuality is not
an original equation from a single person,
but an
He walks like he has some place to be,
hurried footsteps resounding through the empty hallways.
He keeps his head down, watches his feet, as if that will save him from stumbling.
Depression kills –
anybody vulnerable enough to be hurt;
anybody conscious of his imperfections;
anybody who hid behind a fake ego.
And the very few who give importance to this issue,
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
The enlightenment heightened my slighted psyche, she judges, it’s like the purveyor of our pain and purgatory is a catholic church, no better yet, an oratory.
There are a lot of words that society has changed the meaning of, making the word impossible to be achieved. Words like equal and fact.
One day I wore red lipstick to feel beautifulAnd when I say red I meanthe color of a ripe strawberryThe color of fresh oozing bloodThe color of fire trucks wailing to extinguish the fire
Lost in common misconceptions
and perceptions
From society's closed eyes
Searching for direction
In the darkness of deception
Deciphering the lies
With my mind's eye
Materialism
A word descriptive of our current society
A generation that's become submissive to this culture.
Numb to everyone else's feeling or thoughts yet
Who’s to say, in this world of gray,
What is right or wrong?
What’s right to some is wrong to me,
And what is right to me is wrong to you.
Trapped in a generation of social terrorization
Where thousands of hearts seek rehabilitation The halls are filled with the sound of gossip popping like machine guns
While others in this world sit in starvation and misery
We gather as a nation to bitch and whine.
I mean why not?
Aside from a good education,
A roof over our heads,
People who love us,
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated.
Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves.
We cant forgive how lonely he gets.
We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
Why I Never Want to be a Mother
I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect.
I know no damn thing about cooking,
and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
Fir trees stand tall and unwavering,
Crowding closer to one another,
So their branches brush when they dance
To the breeze.
The first cry, the first laugh,
the loving look in one's eyes,
so much innocence behind,
just waiting for goodbye.
Time goes by, hearts collide,
friends and family tend to be kind,
Okay, this is a song too, so it's a little long...
Pedestal
The words twist with jagged edges,
Barbed wire on their lips
Glittering silver compliments
Things I learned in grade school
In kindergarten I learned that if a girl wants to hug you she loves you. And you should probably stay away from her because girls are gross.
As the sun rises
And the world awakens
And the day commences
Humanity starts over again
Each day brings in new surprises
New rules to add to the book
New concepts to get rid of
A million swarming voices,A thundering, roaring crowd,The silent scream of reason,Deafened in the noise.
Society like liquor
sip once, twice:
vice.
Rules,
wine and whiskey, blood and water,
What do you mean alcohol is taken lightly?
I want to be happy even if it is just for a short amount of time.Is it bad that I just want love for love, or is it a crime?All around me I see relationships turning to stone.
There is no time for talks and whispersnot anymore in this time we live in,and it gets more deterious every day.Human life into parlors prospersnot allowing knowledge to grow within,and to get ignorant we pay.
Society.
Supposed being.
Supposed way.
Action.
Expectation,
Contemplation,
Judgement,
Wall.
They say you are who you are
And the world does not make you
You are who you want to be
You are what you're good at
You are you -- and no one else
Bullshit
You parents mold you like clay
The quiet girl in the back of the class
looking through the glass.
No one knows much about who she is
they only know of the silence she gives.
Catching the snowflakes as they fall
The taste of winter cold and clear
Staring at the frosty swirls etched upon the windows adoringly
The heavy blue clouds entrap the sky in their folds
Winter has descended
such grace as is given
to placate Divine:
façade to consume
hallowly time
theatrics ere soul
and a mind bent by minds
the ultimate boon
but a hope for sublime
I take leave of my fortress,
crossing that curious threshold.
I find myself enveloped by a dazzling palette of crimson and saffron:
a glorious manifestation of Divine artistry.
The focus of school has turned on us
Administators no longer showing student trust.
As a student I call for a change
Of a society open to not-perfect grades.
Students work hard, day and night
Even the greatest-
scientists, engineers, painters, astronauts,
walk across crowded streets,
surrounded by everyday people
with everyday troubles,
suffocating on the smoke
of their own personal
Here they stand in equal measure, side
by side upon a long podium, each
looking out upon each other and visualizing
a lesser crowd and higher standing for
themselves. Do they not see the ground
Orwell would be proud-
grey worlds encompassing
grey people,
bent down by their
great oppressor.
And though their
eyes lay blank
and glossy
from broken wills,
their masters are
America!
America!
Our flag is flying high
in parades
held over graves
of those
who have died.
As a child you swim.
Contently.
Naiively.
Ignorant of the evils lying below.
Waiting.
Watching.
As you grow,
there's a weight added to your ankle,
every year you turn older.
The dreary darkness driftsacross the vast blue sky wispy clouds travel aroundgradually attracting another addition
All but ONEa lonesome cloudstruggling silentlynobody sees a thing
Worthless.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Fat.
Words I see portrayed every time I step in front of a mirror.
I say to myself, "Lose weight and he will like you"
Why do you think you have the authority to say who I should be or what i should look like?
Does my apperance make you feel repulsed? I am no transformer. I cannot change even if i wantd to.
clink
eggs crack against the bowl sky blue
broken shell shards like glass
the thin line we walk so high
tightropes of minds stretched across infinity
or not
contrary contradictions
“Sing a hopeful song!”They said.“A catalyst for revolution!”They cried.“A song for the rebels…”They shouted.
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
My fair lady, my fair lady
Be a good girl, be a dear
Do the cleaning, be the cook
All your worth is in how you look
I lived in a world where i only watched
Where clouds rise like kings'where sunsets bow like jesters before them
And the moon watches hed been offered kingship once but he declined
For power is not worth a monsoon
To my Country I am a citizen
but to my people I am a foreigner
They see me but they only see
fighter jets and burning buildings
I am... a Bitch
When I say what I feel strong about
People think it's a shout
When I feel like I'm royal
People think I'm spoiled
When I'm determine to get what I want
People think I'm a flaunt
They always tell you what you cannot and cannot be,
I never focused on them,
I focused on me.
Yes, maybe I like to read my books instead of party,
She sits at home all day
people call her lame
little do they know, she has a job
a job that deals with
razorblades
She sits at home all day
people call her lame
little do they know, she has a job
a job that deals with
razorblades
Life is like a balloon waiting to be captured
while Death is hand cuffed to us as a permanent reminder of what we are to become
as Nature heals us Society kills us
and through Brutality we are Created
Dear you,
bold,
innovative,
gifted,
the brightest star.
find fault?
Think you can hang with the finest.
Hah!
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
I wonder, I wonder if the world can see the pain in my eyes.
My smile torn from my face, it's been stolen by the violence of love.
Empty seats surround me.
I am in a room full of souls, 200.
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,
For everyday I wake and for every step I make, a trail of emotions follow
Tears turn into one of those everyday things
You're used to all day and all night
It eventually turns into a river in seconds
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly
Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.
The bad things -
Walking around Wal-Mart,
They care not for their looks,
It's rather humourous,
From messy, raggled hair,
To very thin underwear,
These people do not care,
But I do observe,
Them in judgmental sight,
A lady came up to me today,
She had lost both breasts
With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.
Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces
Coated her tongue.
"It’s too good to be true"
Shoulders displaced set upon odd angles
Walkers stumble and trip
Hands twist and pop
Knees out of joint
The strangest carnival
One of horrors
I am everything i said i wouldn't be
but thats okay.
I am everything i hoped i'd never be
but thats okay.
I am everything i wish i never said
but thats okay.
I am everything they say i am
Blow the Shofar
Call the twain
Mark the day
Blow the Shofar
Battle is afoot
War sets face
Blow the Shofar
Plead God’s Grace
Set by him
Sell my heart
Highest bidder wins
Auction my soul
Money into the bin
Keep me in rags
Hold me prisoner
Sell me for lust
Market as torture
Vicious jackal
Nip the heels
Innocents’ slaughter
Vicious jackal
Snarl sneak thief
Enter the night
Vicious jackal
Pains false delight
Trapped in the darkness with nowhere to go.
Searching for anwers you don't already know.
Gasping for air as your mind wonders free.
Fear seeps in clouding your thoughts vigorously.
There's a box everyone is given
From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies
In that box he is commanded to fit in
It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
Her words were as sweet as honey,
And her smile was even sweeter.
She would always help those around her,
No matter who or what the situation was.
She always praised others,
I am a star in a pretty universe:
Vaguely luminous,
Dying and dying.
I am a nameless in a crowd of faces:
Vastly deafened,
Killing and killing.
Strangled by the showerhead
She answers but she doesn't speak
She's too busy staring at the wall
Making sure it doesn't leak.
She sways and sinks, continues to think
She tells us to express our individuality and to wear whatever clothes we want,
but then says when we do that no those don't go together.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality.
Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity.
This is passion.
My passion.
The minds of this generation Are twistedBullying and tormentingWarp the brain Thought processes Become muddyParanoia settles inThe walls creep closerAdolescents get nervous
He kissed her lips and whispered
“I love you.”
She smiled
Kissed his lips and whispered
“I love you.”
He turned away and she frowned.
She wanted to love him.
She felt so cold.
So empty.
Let's talk about the issues
with this world.
For example, do we even know
what privacy is?
Your business is none of my concern, ladies
and yet, here we go again.
I drink to the greater being. 81
I feel how this greater being comes, 82
“Skies are blue inside of you” 90
“Don’t you wish you were free, Lenina?” 91
As I sit here
Contemplating my life
I see changes
That define my fight
To see an end
From the very beginning
To understand the words
That I'm currently feeling
Are you not entertained as I pace around in your parade
Follow your rules and be stung by your commands
Be swept up in fear by your threats and arrogance
Not understand why you treat me if I do not feel pain
Many people know the season
But many people know not me
I am more than your Instagram pictures
Of your dog playing in the leaves
I am the purest of aesthetics
Not for my face or my hair
We are blind
We go wherever the man tells us
"Turn left here"
we do it
"Don't trip on the rock"
There are a few who don't listen to this and
still don't trip
but they spend their whole lives
Who are we
Who can we be?
We go our whole lives being told we can be anything
but can we?
I think not
If we could all be what we wanted there would be no difference
would that be good
would it?
Excellence
That's what we all want
To be the alpha dogs
To be the best
The greatest
And sometimes
It feels essential
Like we need perfection in our lives
But the truth is
exotic
one word to describe
a euphoria
an infinity
of pleasure
and defiance
against a tasteless
mindless
society.
The river that flows
steam like hot lava
Time is relentless
It torments us constantly
From "running" or "flying" by so fast
When we are laughing and smiling
As if cutting off our happiness supply
to going in slow motion
She walks in a straight line
Her shoulders puffed up
And the look of thought expressed upon her face
The ideal teen
A model citizen
She seen legit
Or at least she appears to be
For she is a robot
( This is the first stage of a poem that highlights society's passive-aggressive behavior towards the individual and the ingrained idea of feminine perfection)
It's a cruel world
You don't wear the right clothes
Judged.
You our don't wear make up,
Judged
You do wear make up,
Judged.
You you don't look like a model
Judged.
If a house "divided" against itself cannot stand
Then how is ours still running
With handwriting on the wall in pen,
Saying it's each other we are shunning?
Society changed us
Strength is something not many people have
Courage is something many people lack
Belief is something most of us claim
We have the words to change the nation
Voice that will bring to life a whole new creation
Within us are our ideas, thoughts and feelings there lies in its own station
On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles
But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile
reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations
Her ship is sinking, it's now 20 feet below.
It's already submerged with only one place to go.
Down in the murky depths where the light doesn't show. Her passion is gone, now stagnant, as the water ceases to flow.
People will believe things that they choose to believe
Most don't see the reality behind what their eyes show them
Then again, we can't change the way they are
When in fact, this is how we believe what people really do
I'm trapped in a room where the door is always open
When I try to flee I find a sadder story has been awoken
For I have wondered into yet another cell
Only a grander stage in which to scream and yell
Everything is awesome when..
We work together to change our society
We stop focosing on a fake diety.
We focus on success and not failure.
everyone is supportive of one another
Leaves are brown, the sky is gray,
How did things end up being this way?
I look around to see no one around,
Challenges that we face
Promises that we break
The things that we have witnessed
Survival of the fittest
Challenges that we met
Promises that we kept
To those who were defied
be this.
be that.
be one thing.
be another.
BUT FOR GOD SAKE, DON'T BE DIFFERENT
AND DO NOT BE THE SAME.
be happy.
be confident.
be you.
STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE BETTER THAN PEOPLE
Crayola, crayon, color. It’s nice, pretty, and one of its own nothing will be like it.
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
You can be stoic or Mesozoic,Euphoric or prehistoric,A philosophic sage orA hot tropic age yetThe fossils of your past,In the striations of your heart,Unveil the truth at last—
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
Love blooms like pretty eyelashesunsuspecting fly landsvicious Venus snaps her preyrips him to shredssucks him dryheartlessa carnivorous plant!
.
Peel off my layersas we flip through feelingslike perusing some brain file.You're so indiscriminatewith your oh-so-inconsequentialattitude seething mythical fury.When real love flees
He told me if I want change I have to be the change.Anything else is insanity.I just wanted four quarters for my dollar.
.
Like some monument to comfortyou shirk dutyyoustroll the reckless streetson some shapely saunter throughthe pages of a mystery novelyouwindow shop for marvels
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
In cold varietal fashionWith stone-faced disregardShe sashays the runway of hungry eyesWith a made up heartAnd painted faceExposed to all in frilly laceThe cover under where she'll hide
He stared at the mirror untilhis reflection moved differentthus revealing his enemythis doppelganger hiddenbehind his dresser glass.He punched—shattered itscattering this entity into
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
There was a fundamental disconnectas he thrust out his hand to shakemine and missed three feet wide.One eye looked off left and the otherseemed to stare right through me.
I felt the burly city too,Of brick and horns and sirens,Of rusty metal and broken glass,Of monolithic stone reachingFor the underside of space,And despite the raw strength of it all
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
Observing the vestiges of common humanity I am engulfed in processes that are reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation was predominantly a matter of undiscovered science converging into a
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent mineralitycompounding the granite wall
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
We are at a point in history where we aren't afraid to be free
No more asking "is it okay to be me?"
Women now have the right to voice their opinion in what they say
Even though we are still working on equal pay.
I'd rather be a free, black sheep of a soul
or stiffer than a piece of coal
than be bound at the neck, wrist, and ankles
by the chains of labels and stereotypes
Woman- what does it mean?
Tall, fat, skinny, short;
why not smart, compassionate, or witty?
I know I know, boys will be boys,
they will think and speak crude talk,
but can't they be taught that We are more?
Society is a silent killer-
Creeps up on you with preconceptions
Draws its barbarous comments
And strikes down on your imperfections.
That hits you into despondency
God please help me i feel sick to my stomach, i wanna fall on my feet, but im a man so i dare not weep, and please help me through my struggles and help my get through the night cause sometimes i feel like theres no point to life.
A piece of paper
That's all it is
So much pomp and circumstance
preparation & pride
for a flimsy declaration
that can be burned, and earned
by the bottom of the barrel
Walk, and keep your head down.
Don’t look up, don’t look back.
Don’t go fast, don’t go slow.
Just walk. Keep your head down.
Some people claim they’re ‘free’
And that they can ‘help you’
Its Insanity out there, in the world, in this society we know, we love, we created.
That we allow ourselves to be hated,
by each other by others by something we created.
White wings, golden paths to evil
Love extricated from retrieval
Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
I stand before the mirror
And all I see is an error
A bloody X across my being
Telling me this ain’t worth seeing.
Why are we fighting?
Why are we rioting?
Why are we dying?
Why is this happening?
Why do we hate?
Why do we hide?
Why are we blind?
Why not be kind?
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.
I’m living with this unholy farce
Hidden so high away in the sky
Where the birds soar
Above our heads
Many maniacs have acted before me
Many words have been unspoken between you and I
memories good and bad unheard of.
A bond that has been torn.
To my mother, I say to you.
I forgive you.
They drive me
like a clean cut Lambo
down the A1A
with my hair in the wind
insane.
They make me
like a dishwasher
violently correcting
with the voice hitting the ceiling
angry.
The common place routine fornicates
foul truths of the mundane.
We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Caricature they remain for they haven’t purity.
Streaked thoroughly with grime and mud
A downcast shadow shall remain their possession.
No one respects those that do not follow in line
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold,
Enter this world as you are,
Not as you are told-
That you should be.
Because that is not you,
It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Of silence
Of stillness
Of nothingness
The vast emptiness
U try to make out shapes in the blank space
Can you see it
I see everything
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Banging, Clanging, Singing,
Lyrical tunes spinning,
That’s how I think, not how I write.
Restricted by society,
They say “Don’t say”
They say “Do say”
How dare you ask me who I would be
without all these stereotypes?
Don’t you know that society has already defined me.
Don’t you know that because I am female
my main goal is to be beautiful.
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
Who am I
I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky
What makes me unique
My personality, I think
I am a little bit of everything
All rolled into someone who cannot sing
I feel the music in my body though
You look in the mirror,
Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see.
But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
Without a care in the world I stare at the lens in front of me,what has become me
Behind the lens you will find the real me, not the one I appear to be
It's inside out, without a twist of doubt whats becoming of me, you see
I’m always complimented on
my perfectly golden skin.
My bronze hue holds
the Flawless’ secret
in an imperfect world
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,
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile,
Was it not enough,
You have put my entire life on trial,
I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
Society Creates and society destroys
It molds and shapes the person you strive to be
Striving to be an individual yet falling into the hole that was created
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
Everyone makes mistakes,
That is inevitable.
Everyone has flaws,
I know this to be true.
Hidden behind photos and many filters,
There's something about me thats a little off-kilter.
I try to be me, but I'm caught in a snare,
But what makes me me, society doesn't seem to care.
I walk alone sometimes.
you may ask me how i am,
i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.
I walk alone sometimes.
it does not bother me,
Who are we?
Who is me?
What do I see,
When I look at he?
I see a guy
Who lives in a time
Where everyone preaches individuality
Be yourself
Dont judge
Be unique
Adults always tell us
that they know best
They have more experience,
and time, they'll attest
They feed those words
Into our brains
Inject that message into
our infant veins
Within the consticting walls of social media, I am merely but a single soul, "desperate for attention because I am out of the range of society's normalities."
How about you take a closer look before your fill your mouth with judgement.
You think you know me
You believe I’m like you
Well you couldn’t be more wrong
About the subtext of my psychology
Hate is a good thing,
When it comes to bad things,
But hate is for the next generation.
When they look up to rap kings
Who promote bad things, gold bling, and diamond rings.
Others talk, whisper, and even push me for the way I look, act, and dress
I just shake it off and act like my life isn't a big mess
My mom and dad fight almost every night
The evil body shaped serpent shows His red demonized eyes glow Ranting and Raving
In realization I’m the one that’s paying
God’s what I need in my life is what I ‘am saying
Keep me in your prayers
Human 2
humans are such fickle creatures
they can never decide
they go into something thinking one way
and wanting this
then by the end thery're thinking the complete opposite
When will people start to care?All around them wrongs are being doneA poem here, a poem thereI now think that people try to stay dumb
People weaponize wordsSentences act as swordsOf society, they're binding chordsOf society, they are your lordsMy self-control will be the death of me
Every day I put a mask on my face.
I pick out my flaws and try to erase
The "imperfections" our society has set.
Impossible standards that have yet to be met.
So who am I behind the mask?
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
Sick of division, powered by ambition
Brushed into a corner from their social superstition
What's your favorite color, boy?
White girls are who he enjoys
Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
Perfectly Imperfect
I look in the mirror And what do I see?
I see an imperfect girl staring back at me.
Many flaws do I have, I hate looking at my face,
Good Enough
Many thought rushing through my mind,
Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”.
Am I good enough?
I’m sick of all these images I see.
What is “Flawless”?
Like what does it mean?
You don’t know, well here is a definition
Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect
Now tell me are you flawless?
What's nice about me?
What do I see?
Hell, wouldn't I like to know.
The words beauty, flawless, and pretty
those aren't words that come to mind
Live the make-believe
Congregate falsehoods
Hold them up on a pedestal
For all to see
Lies become truth
We need lies
To bury reality
Live a dream
Without the truth
Looking into the abyss
What do I see?
I see me
Wearing my ugg boots
And skinny jeans
“I am pretty”
I say
“I am smart”
I say
“I am me”
I say
Looking into the mirror, society stares back.
Watching my every move, analyzing every inch.
Bite my tongue and hold my words back;
smile with closed lips.
Constrictions; you cannot wear that.
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days
I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space
I framed all my smiles and kept them on display
I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
Buffeted by the impurtuity of the wise, and thought a fool for false reasons-- who is to say that a man is not himself capable for his own short comings?
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Time after time people are labeled as things
Words of hurt, words that crash dreams
Because of how we look, not for what we be
But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
Sick
of this era’s categorization,
overanalyzation,
and hasty labeling of human beings.
They label us all
smoothing stickers over our names,
What is human existence?Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
You’re looking in his eyes
And you seem to be falling for his lies
You can’t seem to see
The secrets behind that smile
You don’t know
That honesty isn’t his style
I take your hand and walk to the ledge
Looking over the steep edge
Ready for the jump, but not for the fall
So here I stand, trying to stall
We take a step and look down
Fighting fire with fire
Is not very wise
But when overcome with hatred
Sadness
and Demise
Eyes get set on erasing
Ultimately defacing
A person to a thing
Losing its self as a being
Full of Flaws
Practice. Every single day is devoted to rehearsal and practice. Keep your chin up and smile wide, don't let it fall.
What I see is different how can this be
The light in my eyes are a bit brighter than yours
My heart beats and thinks lesser than yours
I feel like a wildflower in a pool of roses
When the 8 year old girl starts dressing herself
as she has seen models on magazines,
that's how you know what society has done wrong.
When she looks up to others for fashion "inspiration"
We are designed to love.
We are designed to create.
We are designed to dream.
All we do is destroy.
We fill the minds of our young
with happy endings.
Our intentions are pure
For Losing shall I ever be Great
Losing long nights of pain
Before they found her
Quenching the thirst of my innocece
Saturating my pillow from sorrow
For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Taught how to grow and always do right
Taught about the world and what we sought
Kept close to home and kept safe
Shown the wonder of each passing day
Waiting for my chance to be my own,
People These Days
They are changing like leaves in the fall
And they leave you like
They don't need you at all...
You were born to be real, not perfect
and to know in your heart that you are worth it
I was born to add to this thing we call life
Today in life people aren't what they appear
I look at today and shutter in fear
Am I the only one still sincere?
Im the only true soul left on this sphere?
Oh look shes a size zero.
U
G
H
H,
It must be nice to be accepted into this society.
Wow, That girls family has the money and the name,
S
Filters come,
Filters go,
Read between the lines,
And then, you'll know.
Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes,
None of it matters at the end of the night,
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
Whether you like it or not
I am what I am and say what I say
And as each night falls and I wait for each day
I am not less for the mistakes I have made, but made greater by them.
My failings don't me weigh down because I choose to stand on them and elevate myself.
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation.
I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Here I am
I am here
Mentally, physically
With love and with fear
Myabe Im not the best
At that or at this
But I show up, and I arrive
Which some cannot give
I am me.
I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock".
I love learning, but I am not a "nerd".
I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy".
I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum".
I am me.
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty
But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit
I'm just going to be honest
Every inch of me is flawless
Vulnerable, anxious
Camera, Camera on my phone.
Filter away all my flaws,
Surly I do lie,
but beauty is key ,
Without filters,
We shine flawless like gems,
Now we see eye to lens,
Simple beauty,no trends.
Why does the chains of society have a constant need to judge when I am asked to change for what they want it's ok but when I change for what I need it's hard to make happen people constantly let my past decide my future I can't change my past but
Notice all the old folks, hear them say
What happened to the kids nowadays?
Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high
Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs
This is the age of the young, wild, and free
If people could read minds what would they see
Many people struggling or living happily
People wear masks to hide the way they feel
I was born in a racing heart beat
I inherited a bustling society
A system thrown upon me
A gentle hand brings you into this world
Gentle arms hold you
A gentle smile brings you words of comfort
Everyhing gentle makes everything normal until reality hits you
Because of my skin tone I'm considered another ethnicity
Because of my skin tone I'm judged for wanting the traditional values of my heritage
the girl they see
quiet,
shy,
sweet,
strong,
the girl I am.
loud,
outgoing,
smart,
deep,
I am both girls unfiltered.
and im completely happy,
Without a filter I'm just a kid,
Without a father and a mother in prison,
I've seen some things that you'll never see,
Things that make small children scream,
But what you can never see,
I'm you perfect barbie doll,I can't be fat have to be small,I'll be perfect for you, it's what you wish,But in the end, I know I'll die from this.For you I guess I'll be
Its a feeling not a knowing.
Curiosity and randomness lead me to you.
I feel so blue.
We are so clueless.
Where to begin and where to end.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles,5’6” and 150 pounds,My appearance won’t dictate my success.
1970 SAT, 29 ACT score,4.6 GPA, and 63rd in my class of 500.My academics won’t dictate my success.
This is impossible
My body's heavy
My minds tired
Theres a constant battle raging in my head
Should i do it or should i stay
How can i live like this
What choice do i have
Im not good enough
Your beautiful just the way you are
There us no need to wear makeup
Don't fake it up
Just the way you are
You shook the world up
Because your are beautiful just the way you are
The world is a mistress of beautiful things
But the harsh reality is
It also holds ugly things
And we have ugly people posing as beautiful people
And they press the buttons
Leaving the rest of us in poverty
Her eyes are blue
Her eyes are bright
Her lips are flawless too
And her hair is just right
Her nails are long and thin
Her nose is a perfect width
Her skin is considered perfection
No filter and no makeup, I feel naked
It's hard to admit, I'd rather fake it,
Pretend like I'm okay,
With the small acne scars on my face,
The way all my hairs don’t naturally fall into place,
Who is me beyond what they see
Doing what I can for the perfect selfie
Lip gloss on, hair curled slightly
Making sure my imperfections is unsightly
Who is to say who is me
Who is me beyond what they see
Mr. Imperfection
why don't you tell me bout
all your perfections and
why you ain't got none.
Tell me how you
think you're gonna make it in this world
if you're not the best of what you are
Adopted at birth, I now know the truth.
I figured it out, you could say I'm a sleuth.
Friendly and happy, a sweet shy kind of guy.
Describes my essence and I'l try to show why.
I am a dork,
I am silly,
I am beautiful without makeup.
I have a heart of gold,
I am smart,
I am a hardworker.
Without a filter,
I am all these things,
And I love it.
I am
Many things.
I am blonde.
I am tall.
I am smart.
Sure...
I am those things.
But you know what else?
I am other things too.
I am things that you don't know.
I am fat.
WIthout the filters,
Without the perfect lighting,
Who is that girl?
She looks hidden by makeup
Or the facade of social media,
But who is that girl?
When the clouds clear and the curtains are drawn,
you get to witness the person that is truely beyond.
No glitz, no glamor, nor artificiality present
what you see is honestly-just me.
Smooth skin,
Thin waist,
This is who I want to be.
Crop the image,
Add a filter,
And there it is; the new me.
See the smile?
See the hapiness?
Hi. My name is. It's nice to meet you. Insert uncomfortable smile.
Awkard eye contact. Nervous stutters like I'm on trial.
The continuingly interrupting silence makes my brain go into overdrive.
Blood pools
At the end of the stairway
Caressing me
Welcoming me
Into eternity
I fall and shatter
Into millions of fragments
So that nobody
Can ever uncover
Me again
So innocent so dainty
so lost in a world full
of imbeciles and creatures
people who don't respect themselves
what wounds can cut deeper than
the ones done to oneself
Silent and still in her darkness she observed
The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed.
The stars jarred and jerked
Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.
Every aspect of my life has
Always been a splintered crack
between myself and who I wanted to portray.
It wasn't my fault.
I just wasn't good enough.
I was not satisfied with who I was,
I have two faces but I only show one
No one knows my true face, none
All you can see is my mask
Nobody even cares to ask
Who cares?
My real face shows my trepidation
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
I was handed a mask at a very young age.
Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
You're beautiful.
You're inspiring.
You're flawless.
I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you.
I don't know if you'll talk to me.
You'll never like me.
I'll never be you.
Talking about The true me you ask.
Well that’s a very difficult task;
For I have lived by the view of society
That I forgot who I truly am; Piety
For I taught myself a bold one, ready to stare at the night
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
I look to the ground at my feet,avoiding the looks from society;I feel like a cheat;I’m overwhelmed from my anxiety;My flaws are showing.
You are just stupid if you think you can read my mind.
I'm an evil rebel with a third eye wide.
You thought I was blind!!!
well, I can put words in your mind
and make you forget your pride.
Decorating her mind with the things she loved.
It was her room, her sanctuary; where she hid her trust
Its corner consistently gathering its dust
Life is but a hoax
A fable without moral that tries to coax
You into searching for a better day
While the choir and congregation all say
With their passionless rhyme
About the death of passing time
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine.
My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving.
I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
A fallen angel
with a broken wing
Still she manages
somehow to sing
Though her song is sweet
It's full of sorrow
Wasted yesterdays
with a promise for tomorow
She fell for love
Out of the millions who reside Earth
I am no different
Fairly tall enough to help when possible
Light chocolate skin that should not be judged
The world is full of hate
drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know
women are starving
to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create
children are bullied
Woke up one day,ready for a change, trying to dream those disney dreams. A bippity boppity boo and my dream would come true, id look like a princess, or maybe even one of those perfect cartoons.
Full of flaws or rather deprived of it?
Perfection in one or an endless search to reach it,
Pondering on things that make me unique,
Blurs the reality of who is the real me,
In life we’re given two options,
Admire what you see
Mirror or none
For which everything that you see
Beauty is none
What makes things beautiful
Thoughts or emotions
Either one is powerful
But without people's creations
i made it a day without you and looks where its got me
I'm covered in filth and there's no one to stop me
There’s never a day we go without social network
Social sites create many ways for people to make friends
“Double tap for a TBH”- Instagram, Retweet for a S/O- twitter
To Be A Woman In America
means to be scared when you walk down the street
means to have to fight twice as hard to get just as much
means to have to listen to rape jokes and not start an uprising in the middle of class
Darkness
Is all I can see
Death
Is all I dream
Happiness
Has long since faded away
Struggle
Each and every single day
Mind
Is slowly turning to dust
Pain
We have all been stopped
We have all felt
What is thought to be
This feeling called loved
The has invaded us
And stopped us in out tracks
That has stopped us from all
Stopped us from seeing
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you see the homeless on the street?
How can you walk with your head held so high
when an innocent mother never got to tell her child goodbye.
I can't be perfect you see
I don't have the key
of all the things I could be
I just want to be me
I can't impress you
You judge me like I'm new
They all judge me to
at whatever I do
Am I enough? To be considered beautiful, naturally. Naturally with acceptable flaws. Being 17 in a media-controlled world can either go left or right. Am I enough? To make mistakes and be forgiven. Still be human.
Demons go up to me suddenly talking nonsense,i am like God is this real?He nods and says revelation apocalypse, so i kneel and ask for strength to hold on to the throne because i know when people hear this demons won't leave me alone.Heaven is my
It started when I was young. Teased by my family.
Move you fat cow, you're blocking the TV.
The day I asked myself am I really this person inside,
Am I covering up the truth? Is there anything to hide.
Blinded by other people's expectations, focused on unexpect fear.
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true.
Our apperance can be deciving,
Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done
Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
She sat there in disbelief,
The things they had written were so malicious.
She read the words on the screen:
Whore, slut, bitch.
I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
Our eyes are once again forced open by the sound of a beeping alarm. Morning has stolen our precious sleep.
Welcome to western society.
The civilized man.
The one with the answers
The reason we stand
The reason we fight. .
The reason we judge others and assume we are right.
I see women.
I see thunder thighs
and freckles,
muffin tops,
rib cages,
a birth mark that covers the length of her collar bone
He says you're not pretty,
your breasts are too small,
and your butt - nonexistent,
He says you're borderline ugly,
so you believe him,
and you can't say you don't because you do,
numbness is not romanticpain is not beautyand struggling is not beautiful
children are innocent
until they're introduced
into this society
and all the pain takes their innocence
the insolence and villainous
these young kids, they have such vigilance
Living in a society filled with hate;Where People are judge by gender, ethnicity, and race.Hateful words storm through the air;As I stand in silence with a disgusted face.
Who’s that girl?
The one who always has her hand stretched up high in the air.
Everyone knows that she has something to say, a comment, possible a question, or even a witty remark.
She is so charismatic!
This world.
Yes. This one
The one you're a part of
Is dying
The United States falls
The Middle East quarrels
The world is gripped by panic, and fear
Pestilence
War
Poverty
My tears have begin to dry,
but I can still hear the whispers as I walk by.
Though loud as a dog's bark,
it's as quiet as mouse's yawn.
They see me, but not my pain.
Little girl's tears run down a red cheek
All she ever heard is "You are such a freak!"
Sitting quietly with metal death in her hand
With a lot of fear and nothing more to stand
How come everytime i turn around
People are worried about others opinion?
How come everytime i turn around
People are dying
Dying cuz they are scared to be themselves
Scared cuz the world is soo cruel
Day in and day out we search for answers,
for solutions to problems no ones asked us to solve,
for reasons behind already proven facts like
"Why does the sun leave us every day?"
Beyond the shadowy, pitch-black night,
A new morning's beacon begins to ignite,
Now dawns a day in which you will see,
The people's will has set them free.
For all I want to give this nation,
You hear the whispers.
Your hear the rumors.
Everyone is talking.
Everyone is judging.
Cracks shine through the sides only to be left
A dark cloud comes through, a dissapointment
They expected something different not theft
Not suddenly drained of their excitement
A movie is playing
Inside my mind
The type I’ve come to expect
Not bygone moments
Captured in the essence of time
No,
These are the instants
Which have not occurred
Or may never at all
Tweedle-Dee, tweedle-dum.
She lays there likes a drum, as he's pounding into her.
Treating her like no one.
This goes on every night, and days when Aunty is away.
He rapes her and beats her, forcing her to stay.
You think you are safe
you think you are sound-
A place where many are not found
for what they want is not what they need-
but they search on in this unfamiliar place.
flooding with ignited thoughts
---you don't have to do this
tons of pressure push you to the ground
---please don't
stress is the leash that tightens its grip
---I will listen, I promise
No one notices how you cry at night.
No one notices how your heart aches through the day.
No one notices your depression.
People say I'm happy, that I'm never without a smile.
I bet those people would be pretty surprised to find that I used to spend nights wishing to die.
There is a mask that every person fakes,
Sweet and kind outside
Still sweet inside
Stll lingering is a desire for solitude
Behind My Hidden Mask
Passion as an artist
The thirst of a scholar
The pen of a writer
Behind my Hidden Mask
I remember the first time we had sex.
How you asked me if we’d ever get the chance.
You said you’d tell me your “number”
As if that’d be enough to convince me,
Behind this mask,
No one can tell,
How I play this role so well,
Behind this mask,
Things you would never believe,
Stuff your eyes will never conceive,
No one's perfect,
and everyone carries a mask.
Scoiety's specific and judgemental,
you can never do anything right.
However, I think it's time,
for people to unveil themselves.
I'm custom-built to expectationA situational chameleonBut no one knows,Because what they see is only what I show them
They shout, we are human
They shout, we are people too
They shout, we love just the same as you
They shout, we aren’t an accident
Behind my smiles
My good deeds
My leadership
My love for others
Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me
Who seek my guidence
Behind all that i am
I am paranoid
Everyone knows,
When they speak to me...
Everyone knows
My story.
They know,
They know,
Of my travels
Of my sexuality
Of my hopes
Of my abuse
Of my greatest achievements
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
I crept through the halls;
head down, bones protruding from my flesh;
admiring those who have not been consumed
by this angst I had burning inside of me.
For years,
I hid behind glasses of water
I live in a society of broken dolls,
With broken voice boxes,
Repeating words they can’t understand,
Saying what they can’t mean.
Parroting hopes and dreams of no one in particular,
you see the color of my skin and think that i am a threat.
maybe because im taller, darker, and how my people were beat and treated like pets.
i got black hair, brown eyes, and a decent mind set.
To my audience who never gets to see
To the me who doesn't want to be
Behind the curtains, behind the scenes
To put on a show
I know exactly the right words to say
when to say it
how to say it
Smile and wave, laugh at the jokes,
If only they knew it was all a hoax.
Perfect hair, Shiny nails,
The candle flame burns too hot. The flickering of its wic dances in the over heated breeze. This breeze offers no respite from the smoldering need.
I solemnly swear I will love you forever,
I sincerely hope that you love me too.
You say you do?
I love you, too.
I solemnly swear you're mine for always,
You always say “fake it ‘till you make it”
i wish i didn’t have to fake it
i work every day to please others
You told me I couldn't
You called me stupid
You made a "what not to do" example out of me
And here I still stand
Can a stupid kid graduate high school with a certificate in Graphic Design?
Carefully, she wraps herself in her very own, invisible cloak, one just like how Harry Potter had except not quite
For only the innermost layer of her being is hidden, the one she’d only show when she was at home
I Am Not Who I Am.
By: Reid Davis
The day is full of masked faces and fake smiles
Being decepted for miles and miles
But when the light dissapears
And we're safe in our beds
A petal is a petal
A road is a road
Then how come I am not you and you are not me
Why do I hide?
why do I fear my moves?
is it cause I fear your thoughts?
I dance to your beats
Understand that
not everyone is the same
when you think about it
where did people get the "standard" for criticizing people
since when did not wearing brand name clothes
become the definition of
Deception and perfection are society's traits.
One we love, the other we hate.
It's sad how we can love one, but not the other
When really they both work together.
Society tells us that we need perfection
Be yourself
Not like that
Speak your mind
Using these guidelines
Express yourself
How we allow you to
Doublethink
Before uttering a sound
Rethink your idea
The clouds have veins,
at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges,
and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
We are never the people we were meant to be.
Bruised, torn, and can't be altered by therapy.
For our brains are damaged,
Brainwashed indeed. By the ones we love
And by those we never see.
“Why? It’s too much.”
Why ask me again? I already told you.
Red skinned, sweet sweat lines our noses
My ankle propped on yours,
Eyes quizzing the other’s.
We don’t have the money.
“But why?”
Society doesn't hate you because you try. Society hates you because you refuse to blindly follow. People who feel with the core of their being, who scream at unrighteous dealings...
Here we come, a busy people
trotting to and fro.
You’d never guess;
we hardly let it show.
In fact, I say, neither would they.
They can’t tell, themselves.
We’re blind and dumb,
A smile held by paper clips,
is cracking near the seams.
Marble eyes that grin and sparkle,
I look in the mirror
You know what I see?
Such an unhappy girl
Staring back at me.
She sits and she stares
Waiting for something to change
Too much darkness to bare
That nests in her brain.
Get lost in the music
It's the only place you can escape society
The only place you can escape society's double standards
To be yourself, and to coform
I can't be myself if I conform
He said I was fine
But I told his ass no
He grabbed my behind
But I told his ass no
He said come on look at that dress
But i told his ass no
He said I know you a freak just give it up
I want to dance and cry and scream,
In memory of all the things we think are better forgotten.
"Forgive and forget", they say.
Forgive, by all means forgive,
But, please don't forget?
I am beyond forgettingForgetting about loveLossOr any other emotion or feeling.I am beyond forgettingForgetting who I amTrulyOr who I was.I am beyond forgetting
Hi Annie Hi my name
I am unique and very
passionate about God
I'm very bright in all I do
I learn about love at the age
16 .
love is God
Love makes peace
Love is truth
Love is bright
Daily,
Two sisters
Meet at the mirror
The mirror that contains nothing else but sorrow and pain
Their eyes don't like what they see
Both thinking "She doesn't know what it's like to be me"
What's a little white lie without a little fun
Because 'Fun' is what life is about
Nothing matters as long as you're having a good time
I'll be a 'Her' instead of 'Me'
I put up a front,
and i don't mean to be so blunt,
but the curtain is for me.
I can't look at society.
If a girl hits the floor because she hasn't eaten in three days
But she's still fat
Does she even make a sound?
We see eating disorders and depression and anxiety
Through the fucked up lense of television
Often, I'm precieved from a distance, as this average girl. I've always been this very shy, a self confomative young lady. I hope to leave a legacy. I don't wish for wealth or popularity.
Woke Up with my legs open
and my mind crossed.
"Boys sure do like me"
"boys like me"
"like me"
"me"
Boys like to suck me dry.
my being, my spirit, my soul;
Would if I saidthe chain of commandacross the barron,naked landwas nulled.Stopped by one, to standso high and mighty;Man.Suppose the theoryof God is true
When you told me
To grow up, I thought you meant,
"Kill your heart." And so I did.
Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated.
Cussed. Spit. Hated.
(Are you proud of me?)
When I walk into work the air is cloying
The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air,
The whipping of sugar has begun in the back
Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
What makes me tick
I haven't hands or a face
like a clock
Just gears in my head
slow and steady
whir and buzz
What labels on those gears, dear
Where is the wisdom now lost?
Is convenience really worth the cost?
Books replaced for screens and instant streaming;
Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Love means...?
I love him till that last star stops shining
Bet you, he don't love you like that.
Mac, your best friend
It hides your scars everyday
Your girls tell you,
Thousands of stories fill the pages of the newpaper.
Thousands of stories stream through the news.
But not one is about the girl with demons in her head
The one who was called dozens of names
You have to choose.
I can't.
You have to.
But I can't.
Because there are so many choices.
So many paths I could take.
1 step forward,
3 steps back.
There is an everlasting war of the world.
The fight to stay relevant at such a fast pace,
the attempts and wants to be desired by others,
eventually brings us to our downfall.
The wall is there
Looming tall and divine.
Built from the bricks of adversity,
Which bake in oven of pressure and worry.
The wall is part of life.
I want to be successful, make a change in this world.
I want to be successful not just for the diamonds and pearls.
I want to be successful for my family.
What is fear?
A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain?
A threat that is real? Or imagined?
The feeling or condition of being afraid.
When did this world become full of greed, wealth,
and giving cruelty to the ones that don't have it?
How do we give a raise to politicians,
and leave our troops with no breakfast to eat?
We are looked at as misled, misguided..
When really, it's these kind of people who save us all.
The broken ones are the true heroes,
not wanting any recognition.
Selflessnes is their virtue,
See the people in the streets, barely any clothes on their backs and no shoes on their feet.
They have nothing but empty bottle packs
The world's a pitch black room.
I dance through this room,
Eyes closed, but my mind wide open.
Birds chirp, trees sway in the wind.
My mind runs as wild and free
As the stream that flows beneath my feet.
A loving embrace: yang
Lonely and chooses: yin
A slap to the face: bang
Bottles and bruises: gin
Some words can be traded, but not taken back
Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished,
So for the future of us, let’s set our words right before our goals.
She saw this girl but didn't think much of her.
Then she would start seeing her around a lot.
Randomly they had a conversation which felt right.
They started talking and instantly had a connection.
Enter head on, in your binding.
So called companionship, misinterprets
For; contract.
For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
Our culture has created a monster.
Society says that to be pretty you have to be thin, blond, blue eyes, etc.
My little sister doesn't think she's pretty enough. She wants to dye her hair, lose weight, etc.
There's a girl with a nice shape,
long hair and a small waist;
living in today's society your only considered beautiful if you're under an size eight.
My Insecurities/Tearing my own skin/Drowning in my own thoughts/I am the creation of wonders/Rebuild my body, mind, and soul/Write out my demons/And tear the paper instead
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
we say ignorance is bliss
hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society
do you see it?
news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
I see my world through my eyes,
We're all given life but everyone dies.
You might be blue and i could be pink,
But that diference should'nt influence how we think.
We could hear something and swear its the truth.
one day when all has been made dust
shattered into oblivion
destroyed in rubble and ash
we will be no more.
i will not remember you,
and you will have bones in your
blood and guts in your skin.
We are all full of small impossibilities
consumed with improbabilities
engulfed with insecurities
drowning in false remedies
which complicate the falacies
questioning the possibilities
In the darkness you will find my heart,
or what is left after i fall apart.
it's only natural to fall off the edge once more
it's happened everytime before.
In the daylight you find my soul
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not?
We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
I.
I am saturated in vivid hues
Painted by my culture,
A life I didn’t choose,
Mere stone formed into a sculpture.
These decisions are not mine,
A stranger’s language spoken,
I live in a lost generation,
Where everyone is lost and mindless.
Where young girls’ ideas of beauty
Come from photoshopped images on magazine covers.
I live in a lost generation,
Do onto others what would be you.
To change another would be to change oneself.
To change their actions,
their minds,
their personality,
the "being" in which they are.
To change one,
I won’t let thinking paralyze me,
make moments mere drizzles of joy.
Life has a lot of things to ponder,
but happiness is something I shouldn’t ask myself about.
Then why are sunsets lackluster,
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
What loathsome things
We humans effectuate!
A rape in the alley-
A murder in the street-
Our minds be feeble.
Our hearts be faint.
Kidnappings are common-
Child abuse; despair-
Gay. G. A. Y.
G as in "God hates you."
A as in "abomination."
Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say
"It doesn't matter that you're gay."
The lights, the dancing lights
Look at the view Young lady
Look at the view
There’s an open world out there
But it’s closed off to you
You need money
Still, avarice is a sin
You are so smart,
They say.
So much potential,
They say.
You'll be great,
They say.
Just get your test scores up,
They say.
32 isn't good enough.
Where am I?
The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask.
Let me out. I can barely breathe.
I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
Why do people insist on doing things their own way?
Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just?
Too many people follow along the paved path
Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
I would change the way people look at me because I'm not skinny, or pretty, or a lighter skin tone
I would change the way people look at me because I speak my mind
She feels them staring at her.
The energy it gives off
Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
Smells like Teen SpiritWashing up on the shoreTangled in sins, drums that beat no more Feels blueReaching into my chestReleasing my heart from my breast
I'm not really a pessimist,
Though it might seem so here.
I really am an optimist
With a couple fears.
I want everyone to be happy,
And I sure know they're not.
The problem with society
Is everyone wants to famous
Nobody cares how
Nobody knows why
Nobody cares just how they get there
We all want those fancy hollywood houses
Showing them off on MTV
Originality is dead
Our generation has conformed to the regularities of its society
When a girl loses her virginity,
Why do we act like she’s lost her dignity?
The very fact that we say she’s lost something seems to suggest
That by having sex her value is somehow less
I have been taught
To dream,
But not in excess,
To hope,
But not so much,
To fight,
But not too hard,
Because maybe,
I will find
The backbone
to burst out
Beautiful.
An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women.
Beauty.
Pre-existing alliance aiming towards the win.
One last breath until the end.
Impulsive triggers silence life,
When things got bad
my dad said to me,
“It goes in cycles.
You have ups
and you have downs,
and in betweens,
and it’s all going to happen whether you like it or not,
because it’s a tough life.
I am who I am.
This I cannot change
I try to fit the molds of other people
I want to please others,
But when I try,
I am unhappy.
He says I should be a doctor.
A doctor.
YesAllWomenA hashtag to empower those who feel the victim of a man's world.The revolutonaries pound at the door, demanding entrance to the castle of man.Threatening to storm the fortress and take what is theirs,
Why are you trying to knock me down?I am expressing myself!The world needs to know that this is me!
It’s not just the representation
That there’s a problem with our generation.
We joke about things like masturbation
Do you want to believe?
Do you hear the way she screams
as he rips the dress from her pure beautiful skin.
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards
I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all
You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me
You speak loud words of nothing
Girl with blue eyes and a horrible past.
I never thought I’d see a girl run so fast.
She wasn’t afraid to show some skin She was an embarrassment even to her kin
She kissed whoever she pleased
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act.
It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
If a child throws a fit in the store,
If a man drinks, drives, and wrecks,
If the rainforests are being depleted,
The kids inside the walls become adults
While The kids outside the walls become adults
And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum
So they don't have to feel
You can be free,
But not too free.
You can say what you want,
But here’s the script you need to read from.
You have your own thoughts and opinions,
But only what we implant.
I want you to know that I can't breathe when you are around
I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love;
It constantly consume me
And just as You tear down my branched breaths of air;
I want you to know that I cant breathe when you are around
I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love;
It constantly consumes me
And just as you tear down my branched breaths of air;
Such a young age
they begin to ask
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Adults want to see
how their society will be shaped.
We're five
we want to be our parents
and our heros.
We teach tolerance.
What a disgusting word. "Tolerate". A word that one spits out, like a bad taste you can't wash away.
Better wash your hands, it makes you dirty.
Is it now that you notice?
Is it now that you care?
They may have cleaned the scene but the tragedy is still there
Embedding its whispers into the ears of the ones who before hadnt cared
is it now that you notice?
Some people dont deserve the life they live
meet tanya
shes thirty-six, with three grown kids
saby fathers absent
claimed that they aint his
so he up and left for his next mistress
The daunting height of human creation
Rises to the sky a callous cultivation
Of unbridled and unyielding fallacies
I sit here so simply under the cottonwood trees
Resting and wondering, What's out there for me?
A world so vast and so much to see
Yet I remain under the cottonwood trees
It’s so frustrating
You’re suffocating on Societies poison of thoughts and decisions
You want to be prestigious so you study its artificiality like it’s a religion
I still wonder why nobody listens
Today I woke up feeling grateful
And for what?
I don't have the fanciest clothes, nor the richest house
She calls you
in the middle of the night
he calls you
only looking for a fight
people somehow manage
to live that kind of life
from the privilaged
to those that struggle
Of all the world we live in and all the time we have been given,
we have yet to find our sage.
Lack of wisdom, originality, kindness, and individuality
and way to much consumption in this day of age.
To be heard is a dream
A want, a wish, a need.
To be heard is a thought
That leads to loss and confusion amongst.
Who would listen to a naive girl
Easily, everyday becomes every other day, always becomes maybe, then our love becomes astray.
Repeat on repeat i cannot think why is it that can't is always on my mind is it because i feel dead inside i know i cannot hide from the facts that when i look up to the skies my heart feels dry do i belong?
Repeat on repeat i cannot think why is it that can't is always on my mind is it because i feel dead inside i know i cannot hide from the facts that when i look up to the skies my heart feels dry do i belong?
What do you see when you look at me?
Can you tell where i've been or what I can be?
As you look at my face is there even a sign?
That could give you one glimpse in to thoughts only mine?
Why
Is it that everything
I did upset you?
Am
I just not as perfect as
you wanted me to be?
I
listened to every word you said,
I walk among a crowd,
All moving in one direction.
To the right, to the right, to the right,
They chanted.
Suddenly I saw a person stopped walking,
So I stopped and thought for a second.
Depression is a widow's veil.
A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind.
It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
To tweet, or not to tweet - that is the question:
Is it wiser to follow the crowd,
sharing my every thought and action
Or stand alone above the fray.
To tweet, to expose - my personal life-
-Redefine beauty. Extract all the melanin from my skin, or add just a bit more to yours and let's see what difference it makes in our personalities. No change.
My eyes burn fro me the tears that never stop. While my hearts aches from the pain of betrayal.
Some days go with out the pain and tears. While some days they are still there.
I don't need your anger or your hate.
I don't need your rampant misogyny.
I don't need any of that. None of us do.
Those people didn't need it either.
Lives cut short on a savage whim.
Not everything works
Like it used to when
We were young
Disease fills us
Disorders rot our minds and
We’re never cured
Anxiety creeps up
Fire that you ignore but
Can’t put out
Left and right I feel offended
because in the shadows and undetected
are words that pierce and are directed
at my womanhood and role that society elected
When I walk near men I feel inspected
America is my home
In no small way am I alone
but we don't want to be acting like fools,
so American society has to set a rule:
I watched a video of a man
You’re not socially awkward
Nor are you any sort of awkward
But, what’s awkward is
When you say that you are
When you know damn well you are not.
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight
Millions more are covered by the night
Bodies of humans rot underground
As the world continues to spin around
Different we all are
Similar we appear to be
Perfection is a star
An unreachable image we can see
A personal paradise…
Something we’ve always craved for
A perfect world so nice…
If you tell me some guy is “a dick”, I will inform you that
no, his name is Charles.
If you go on to say that Charles is “happy to see me”,
I’ll wonder how you know.
His roll of mints,
the pencil,
I'm afraid to walk down a streetor into a gas station to pay for my gas.I swing my keys and prepare for a battlejust to go and grab a coffee.The fear that lies within every girl
Out here, it's just you and me
No one telling us who to be
The moonlight and the stars shining so bright embrace us as we embrace each other
Beauty is more than what appeals to the eye
It's more than a hairstyle, an outifit, or makeup
Beauty is what lies within the body, mind, heart and soul
It is not being a size zero and exposing your assets
I write because of society
Because my clothing says more about my consent, than my mouth does
Because you're not as pretty if you're a plus
Because society tells me not to get raped
I am tired of this façade
Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity.
Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
Have you ever lay silently still and listened to the sound of an orchestrated piano solo play peacefully in your ears and wonder how something seemingly so simple can be so beautiful?
Just think happy thoughts.
Your day will go just fine until one person pisses you off.
They treat you like shit.
They make you feel like an outcast.
What is wrong with society today?
Filled with judgement, we live our lives sensored by what people think and others' motives.
Why? How come we express ourselves by the standards at which people set?
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for?
How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Hey, there
I’m a nerd
Better yet, I’m a geek
I actually read for the fun of it
I like going to school
I’m pretty smart (most of the time)
I wear solid black glasses
You'll never know
How desperately I always wanted to grow up
When my parents wouldn't let me act up
Only telling me to hush up,
Cause the kid I was, was never good enough.
I am not a fool
I'm only himan
And I'm bound to make mistakes
Understand I've always had what it takes
What it takes to love you
And what it takes to stay with you
Yeah I might have been hurt
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
IT’S A girlThe three deadliest words in the world.So many keep disappearing just because of the flip of the coin.
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
Life is like a shadow by Aymin ShataraWe chase it,it runsWe stop,it comesSun up , we goSun down, we comeNever stop, we want it bad
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
You say you want WOLD PEACE
but your not willing to fight
for the one thing you believe
you think its impossible
for the sun to shine on everyone a
the same time I believe
I am
A ship without a captain.
I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides
It pushes and pulls me softly...
Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls,
Just as I always have.
In my world that's compromised.No one sees the pain I'm in,They willingly accept the grin I give them.But behind these walls I am safe.Safe from myself and the world of hate.Yet my fortress is cracked.
Something's missing from your history books.
Cinderella is far from a fabel,
And Disney's a money-hungry liar.
Her name was actually Daji Mei Fang.
The clock struck twelve, she lost her left slipper.
The world does not revolve around you
If so then the sun would shoot down like rain on a window pane
Tap Tap Tapping on your skin until you blister and boil
Oh such pain that i'll never know
Shallow as a puddle of tears
blurred lines with black smears
no one sees what's underneath
no ones seen that girl in years
Superficial beauty style
overly painted little smile
skimpy, short, tight, or fit
Fuck first semester
And financial aid and scholarship applications and just money in general.
And the 3.5 I needed if I wanted to come back.
And my parents.
And money
And society for revolving around money
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
We as human beings face troubles.
Troubles that were caused by our society.
Our sociey puts negative subjects intentionally, and allows US to become influenced by them .
“Oh, hey.”
“No, really, it’s okay.”
“You can stop moving, I’m comfortable.”
“Yes, really I’m fine.”
The dirt under my fingernails teases my eyes,
I am the poet, madder red
The odd accumulation of odds and ends.
Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver
My worth is determined by the words I'm giving.
But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
What is society
To you and me?
No,
What is society?
You and me.
Socius, societas, society.
Comrade, friend, ally.
How far we have come.
Broken child
Save her from his grasp
She's been here for a while
She's growing up too fast
I want it I really do.
It is just really hard.
I do it because I have to.
I wake up every day with a smile on my face.
It hopes of one day obtaining what I need.
I tell everyone that I will succeed.
Is life one checklist after another?
Work hard to achieve or complete one missing puzzle after another.
It doesn't seem so at first. Because the pieces get arranged perfectly and handed to you.
What is Society?
Society is a group of people who set a standard and everyone that is affected by that standard is apart of that society.
Why am I here?
Im tired of being another reflection in your mirror.
You tell me not to care what other people think,
The Dream
Starts with college and hard work
Thats the opurtunity to make millions
My paths not cut in clear yet but I know I'm on my way
Because greatness is a mind set and that's all you
Society is a strange concept. People strive to be normal, without even knowing what normal actually means. What does it mean? Does normal mean to be like everyone else? If so, no one is. Is normal perfect? No one is that, either.
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
Should I stay,
Should I go,
Should I pray,
Even for a foe?
Should I walk,
Should I run,
Should I talk,
Show my ideas a little sun?
Should I stand tall,
Should I crumble and weep,
We as blacks
Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs
Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies
are a curse to our soul
We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
When will it be
Acceptable to simply be
Without society expecting so much of me?
Get good grades
Do community service
Be in extra curricular activities
When will society let me just be me?
People hurt people. People hurt eachother because they've been hurt by people. People killing eachother over people, afraid to love because the pain caused by people.
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
Society has this standard on "Perfection" But what they fail to realize is- nobody is perfect. The ONLY perfect person to ever step foot on this earth was Jesus Christ.
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans.
Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands.
A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
The ability to touch
the sky
Fly with the birds
the angels
A dream of all
the flight
To fly one must innovate
improve
Try
Try
Try
Until at last
takeoff is achieved
I dreamed of being a super hero
To have my name in the headlines every day
Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven
I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
For as long as I could remember, I wasn't perfect.
for as logn as I could remember, I was perfect.
I wasn't smart like the other kids,
I was smarter than the other kids.
I never had big dreams or big goals,
When a family was a family,
A whole and binding unit,
When fathers were fathers and mothers were mothers,
A team that stood together for better or worse,
Parents who taught their kids respect,
A woman who is merely beautiful is boring
A woman who is beautiful, intelligent, courageous and powerful
is more along my cup of tea.
I am excited whenever I see her.
I am influenced with her every speech.
Green and white clothes
with a hat just too big,
tiny yellow shoes
waiting for the day.
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
If I could close my eyes and count the three,
there are certain things I would change about the world around me.
My name is I am
I know you don’t know me
But are you willing to learn
Exactly what I have been through
I am who I am and no one will stop me
I am six
Will anyone play with me
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
How softly the music plays
A minstrel’s tune sways
I can only just feel it
Brushing along my finger tips
Tingling down my spine
The world slowly becoming mute
Yet feeling so alive
As I wash the dishes
I have many wishes
Ever Since I started working here
My thoughts have started to veer
People walk in and out
Some are loud and shout
They leave their dishes on the table
God teaches us love,
Compassion,
Grace,
Honesty,
Patience,
God shows us love,
That we are all treasures,
That we are worth sacrifices,
That we are all perfect in His eyes,
Mirroring an image society has given,
To be our own individual,
Don't listen to what others say.
Yet we criticize others,
How do you choose just one thing to make the world a better place?
Do you go big?
Or do you go small?
Is there one thing that is greater than another?
Some things don't make a big difference,
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Tell me Sterling, what is "change?"
" A verb; to make or become different.
Whether it be yourself
I'm a Math Geek, sure.
I've got charisma, too much!
Combine them, It's me!
We all blame the magazines
Or the models
Or the men who tell us we need to
Look our best.
We check-in on the daily woes
Of who
And what
And where.
We tell one another that it’s okay
This is my apology to society
Why am I apologizing?because society is not proud of me
I'm sorry for not having porcelain skin and long straight hair
I'm sorry about all the size two clothing I am not able to wear
Am I considered lucky,
to live in this land where I am considered free,
or am I considered a prisoner,
behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
Deep within each human
There is a drive, a need
Different fires burn for every man
All expressed within a seed
A seed that grows with every season
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain
When our own hurt is too much to take
I would change society because
it blocks reality
and clouds perceptions
Our generation has gone insneNo respect from the youngSociety is not to blame.We control our actions butLife styleshave become inapporiateMedia is whats important
Life is like a burning candle
soon we will burn away
slowly but surely
we are not here to stay
we were made to be a light and warmth
but not to last forever
just because we a fading
It’s not just one job; it is a future. Your future. My future. The future of the girl who sits in class with bright eyes that will eventually be dulled by the desk job she will be thrown into.
“Oh no! It’s not the size of your body, it’s the size of your heart.”
And your waist,
And your face.
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down
It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground
Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken,
To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
The Language of God
By: Carrie Olsen
I am in a land that is not my own.
No one knows what I am saying.
Unrestricted, uncensored, I am free.
I have a power over them, they do not understand me.
To be the best.
Not break on impact.
So we thought.
Will we be alive
for equilibrium?
Not at this rate.
The primal rule supreme.
Pleasure and pleasure.
This universe,
You start from who you are;
Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
People are like clouds.
So hopeful to see the world,
and what is has to offer.
But after time,
you get broken down.
You get whisped away
into a million pieces.
No one remembers you
Society tells you to be yourself and love who you are,
Then judges you based on what you show him.
Skinny is beautiful and desirable,
But how dare you be anorexic or bulimic.
We enter this world ready to learn and grow,
Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know.
While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
Don’t mind me
I’m really ok
I just don’t want to be awake
All I ever do is make mistakes
Don’t find me
I’m running away
I just don’t want to be
Someone like me
One Job May Change My Life
Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians
Becoming someones "hero"
Let’s go to the dawn of creation
Where god shaped the nation
To roam free and revel in his creation,
Molded by his hand he gave man,
A world,
A garden,
A sea,
Beyond a dream
on a stage
it isn't about me
it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
Although it seems to be in the trees,
or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees,
that make us all feel a bit more alive,
I think this solution resides inside.
Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
Society
Society commandeers every bit of our lives
We would never live as hermits
Or make our homes out of living trees
She was rose
or at least she tried to be
with all her might she tried to transform
but despite her trite she could never conform
there were forces in the way
much bigger than her
I'd change the construction business.
They stop traffic
Take up time
And NEVER seem to finish the job.
Late to work,
The only thing the tires
get is dirt.
The way it is built
We can never be good enough for society
So long as we’re not perfect.
Because perfection is beauty –
Or so the world claims.
But what the world fails to see is the beauty of imperfection.
What sustains life on earth
What began life on earth
What we rely on day by day for the relief in our bodies
It’s chopping the thread that holds his life
The thread is cut deep
Light as air, she is everywhere.
Nobody seems to care.
I saw her fall from grace, and I shed a tear.
Just as she always knew, real was her fear.
Standing among us all, oh what a dear.
Choosing one thing to change
is not easy and my oppinion sways
but one thing id like to see
I dream of world, our world
A world where kindess is a first instinct
where we stand together in all times
we work together to better the world
my world, our world
I look around only to find
Sixteen year olds are pregnant,
Twelve year olds are getting high.
Innocent people are getting shot
And teens are committing suicide,
What would I change about the world?
There are many things, but let's give it a whirl.
This world that's filled with poisoned air and polluted lakes.
Where education runs everyone the same
You can't look at yourself in the mirror anymore
without seeing failure written on your forehead.
You're at an all time low.
Society's image:
Skinny.
Tall.
Long hair.
Big eyes.
Fancy clothes.
Big house.
Perfect family.
A toothpick is skinny, not a woman.
A skyscraper is tall, not a woman.
Every morning,
A girl somewhere wakes up, rubs her big brown eyes and walks to her mirror
She looks at herself and sees a shell of a person
Whatever she feels on the inside is what she sees on the outside
“I’m fat”
When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day, will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned,
Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn.
We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled.
I feel like there's nothing to live for.
Helping others out of my own free will;
That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar.
I listen to people attentivly,
This culture is sand, rubbing us raw.
Amputating the imperfect pieces;
Dislocation from ourselves.
Jumping at the first signs of puberty,
Pulling us in slowly and securely.
What has this world come to?Where we have to hold a slam to say what needs to be changed.
Thin
Thick
Fat
Small
Large
As I read these words normality comes to mind
Our society has brainwashed our minds to think that skinny and thin are the new perfect
Stop wondrous things and look at this misfortune
A soul has arrived due to physical exhaustion
Just when the positive vibe arrives it leaves a sense of caution
So listen to the spiritual uproar
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers
I feel the pulse beneath my feet
Frolicking with the whisp of the wind
I hear it stirring
Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly
I kneel
The complex, compound, and "critical to our current culture"contrivancecreates continous complicationsin an already confusing conundrumwe so happen to callour world.The deafening degrees
What would I give today
To change the world
To see and hear the call of the wild
And how she cries out in pain
The answer it seems
Is that mankind has gone astray
Skinny is in? And fat is out?
If you are large try not to pout.
Lose that weight and you will be pretty.
But be careful because there is no beauty without titties.
NO! You can't love the same gender.
What a shame society is today
All I hear is negative, slang term, hate
When did all the love go away
We should care what everyone has to say
Cant we just start over with a clean slate
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it?
Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it?
Think About it, Why do we care so much about money,
When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
What if I could change one thing about my life
I would take away all the pain and the srtife
All the talk about my size and height
I would want to start life over and do things right
There are many things
That I would change.
Some things revolving around
Physical appearance.
Some being people's personalities.
The thing I would want to change most
Is the way the society works
If I could make a change,
I would change American society.
Society says we have to
look,
dress,
act,
talk,
From a distance much to great,
He silently seals his fate.
With a rush of the tide,
He loses the feelings he tried to hide.
His head spins,
All that matters Is a pretty face
A plastic society’s vulgar taste
Starve yourself till you are thin
Repeat this process over again
humanity:world peace!
humanity:fight fire with fire.
parents:be yourself!
parents:stop being who you are.
humans:love thy neighbor!
humans:god hates fags.
Society sets standards
Unrealistic standards
Causing hurt and pain
Sometimes death
If society changed its standards
We would be the true us
We would hurt no more
No more deaths
Twelve
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous,
Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect.
I mean cruel.
There are two ways to label,
numbers and categories.
Height, weight, and the circumference of the waist divided by the hips
Define beauty.
Age, IQ, and net worth
People of today feel so inadequate to the things they love the most
I am tired
Tired of being stuck
Forced to. . .
conform
because why be me, when I can be them?
Discover yourself!
they cry
Be you!
is their motto
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself
If i could change anything in my world,
it would be the heavy reliance upon materialism,
most teens in America are unaware that they are spoiled,
Black and Blue
Do you ever get a clue?
Black and red
do you know how much i bled?
black and green
You were always too keen
Black and yellow
Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
"Don't get raped"
"She's a slut"
"Don't eat so much"
"Why should I spend my money on someone who can't work?"
“Gay marriage is wrong”
These are a few
of the common misconceptions
We demand.We expect. We desire.
We want to strive. We want to live.
We abuse. We forget. We ignore.
Many suffer for us. We tend to forget them.
We need to stop. We need to help.
Dreamer,
I am a scatter brained, introverted, unstable dreamer.
My hope is rooted in my faith,
my faith is in these cereberal illusions
that cause denial and confusion.
If I could change anything it'd be the world. If I could change the world I'd make it a better place. If I could change the world I'd benefit the entire human race.
Tell them how much they mean to you,
Understand that everyone is unique,
Realize what matters,
Never give up on anyone.
Heal others with your words,
All people deserve to feel accepted,
Our sight is skewed.
You look through a lense
yet it is not your own;
they placed a focal upon your face.
Constantly neglecting to notice your nose,
though its incapable of escaping your vision.
Society needs a change.
Society tells females that they are beautiful without make-up, without pretty clothes, and that their weight is perfect.
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside
All these "perfect women" fill the contents
A false reality seen with her eyes
Comparing herself to literal nonsense
The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
Words are unspoken,
Things are not said,
But everything she feels is stuck in her head.
The sighs of a hurting, broken heart
Her feelings inside tear her apart.
Words that whisper,
It's extremely loud in here,
Though you do not hear it from there.
You may not be able to tell,
There are a lot of arguments
And the music is always up too loud.
Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight,
I Fight For The Light.
I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room,
Crying At Night, Holding That Knife,
And Wishing They Died.
I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles
lining the window seels
where pictures should be
where crosses should be
liquor soaking in the walls
yet not absorbing the blows
virbration from the seel decore
someone gets a problem wrongthe other kid yells "retard"across the room the teacher says"don't say that""it's offensive"but why? why does a wordjust an arrangement of lettershave that effect?
I've known the world surround meand I've watched with tear-filled eyes.As all the broken peoplesend their Prayers up to the Skies.
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch, over the post-wood patch
Black blood spewed out into familiar shapes,
Ranted recited, and recognized by the few
What would I change?
The violence portrayed in video games.
The numbness to a gun and blood.
The unneccesary gruesomeness.
What would I change?
The bullying toward children.
Everyday you try
You want to have some fame, some wealth pbefore you die
You fall to your knees and you fight yourself to not cry
A simple corner seat
With a cold facade
And a flimsy spinal support.
Bolted to the distressed floor.
Meeting on a whim
In the middle of December
On a rickety old train
am i okay?yes, im fine.
inside me, the demons are screaming and tearing at my soul
but im fine.
feelings of hopelessness and fear and anxiety are building up like briks
but im fine
The love in one person's heart should only be judged by those who hold it in their hands
The dealings of love should not be noticed by anyone else but the lover
Society does not hold your heart or your soul
I realized that I live in world that lacks common sense.
Yet we continue to commence wars and debt.
If I could change anything,
What would it be?
It's the way my generation has turned out
In this crazy, twisted society.
I look around the classroom
feeling so disgusted.
Wishing I could move away...
The hustle and bustle of the city
Fills you ears, eyes and nose.
You see the chains of cars inching forward
Slowly – one at a time.
You smell the putrid odor of sewage
Eyes,
They are windows to the soul they say –
But do they work both ways?
I see the smiles that don’t reach their eyes,
The laughter that doesn’t reach their expressions
But they don’t see my tears.
You and I are different
You and I are the same
You and I are pieces of the same game
You and I are black
Every morning she wake up
wash her face
paint on her socially acceptable face and pretends
"You're stupid. You're annoying. You're ugly. We don't want you here."
These are words my brother hears daily at school.
Cruel is the words to describes the children of today.
I hope you never kiss your mother
With that mouth
Hatred would pour from your lips
Filling the one person who loves you
I was raised by men as hateful as you
Five years old, sweet, innocent and a virtuous smile.
The children salute the sun and a strange place of knowledge
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" ask robots
Happy. I want to be happy.
This world is spinning out of control
The doubts are coming over me
pulling me no where but down.
The society's perfections
got me questioning my complexions.
Be yourself
they said.
But don't do this
And you can't do that.
Don't change for others
they said.
It's only a phase
they said.
You're doiing itfor attention.
For all of you, welcome, welcome, welcome
To the world of ‘you cannot do anything right’
Where the only noises are the chains that bind you to rules and regulations
Sick and tired of the glares and grimaces
Because I look different than the rest
I could look just like them; painted faces
You know what's crazy?
Slavery.
It's not okay that freedom
is only for those born free,
those born rich,
those born with a silver spoon
between their blood-red lips,
welcome to the world, darling. here's a list of expectations:you must turn yourself into the perfect temptation.the general population is counting on you,they'll be watching and judging everything that you do.
What would most people change if they could?
Their appearance.
No one ever fits the standards.
She's never pretty enough.
He's never masculine enough.
He isn't a good enough athlete.
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
Society.
Some may say it's okay and safe.
Others would say it's hurting us.
We are told to act a certain way.
We need to be polished and clean.
We need to keep our mouths quiet.
Without stability there is disgrace,
For you may look, but nowhere may you run,
For we cannot be scattered into space,
Only stability can make us one.
To be alone is not a lively state,
Begin the dance.
Lock the door.
Put on the mask.
Shape the curls.
Brush on the paint.
Plaster the smile.
Look in the mirror.
Look away.
Begin the dance.
It is there,
always has been
and always will.
That Incessant pounding,
screams of hatred and bitterness
all aimed directly at me.
Ever since I was old enough to think
the pounding was there.
Did you ever play with a magnifying glass?
Sending rays of sunlight
Onto unsuspecting ants below?
I did, countless times to be precise.
I got a real big kick out of it.
Go to hell.
Take nothing but the sins on your back
And the coils of lies you have spun.
It should be easy for you to talk to everyone there,
Because you all speak
The ship is sinking.
There is a hole in the bottom of the stern.
The women scream and clutch their children with fright
While the men run around, struggling to maintain control.
As I look back on those days when I was young
When the sky was blue and the grass was green
I remember playing with boys and girls my age
And cutting out things from construction paper.
High hopes,
Low dreams,
How long until I'm seen?
Loose this,
Gain that,
Why does everything seem so flat?
Always low,
Never high,
I fear I will never touch the sky.
You Only Write Once Slam
Stupid Society
There is a tag in my forehead
It tells what I’m suppose to be made ofIt tells if I’m capable or not
It tells my limits
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance
As I stare back at my appearance.
I take a peek inside my head
Find your placeWhether it be crowdedAnd shroudedMaybe people galoreBut something you should know isYou may still be aloneYour place may be crampedSmashed and bashedInto a tiny corner
Just think about today.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery…or so they say.
How about enjoy the day, remember the past, and plan for the future?
Is that too much to ask?
Open your eyes
Walk down the street,
Look around.
Look down at your feet,
Do you see it?
Hidden Lies
The present is cheap,
The future looks bleak.
An image of solace,
Is all the eyes meet.
In reality, it is a downfall.
The world can be simply defined
Dreams of pollution is not what we Sought.
Bewildered by experiences that cause trauma to All.
Visualize the land and how it used to be.
We aren't going to ever see it again.
Some things change permanently,
She's blonde and happy and amazing all the time but her seeking comfort once turned into a crime.
You see, when she walked into the school and couldn't hide her tears, she didn't do it for attention.
I wear a size seven,
you want me to be a three.
Forget what you say.
This is real, this is me.
I wear a size large,
you want me to be a small.
You think 5'1" is too short,
Youngling cries for food,
blooming chances are not found.
He is called lazy.
Eats from silver spoon,
connections everywhere.
He is spoiled.
The Youngling who cried
"Man can find meaning in life, short and perilous as it is, only through devoting himself to society."
-Albert Einstein
How will we thrive?
If we continue to consume
How will we survive?
You live each day just like the last
Which is why your life goes by so fast
You're taught and drilled on how things should be
Soon these codes are all you see
You strive to do what they've perfected
I was brought into this world thinking I would be free.
Wrong.
I was pulled away from my freedom
with the strings that conncect me to this world.
Master control me.
My body.
My mind.
My heart.
People will stab you in the front
And tell you to watch your back
People will stab you in the back
And tell you “don’t front”
I see dead people
Every moment of every day.
They think they are living, but they are not.
I see them wearing suits
Their hair combed nice and neat,
Their suits freshly ironed
I am the freshness that takes everything up.
I am the delta of barks that carries a life source.
I am the clear blue horizon.
I am the green that protects every step you take.
I was once everywhere and everything.
How are you?
She asked while walking down the hallway
Not stopping to wait for my answer.
How are you?
He asked like he already knew what I would say.
How are you?
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
I am the voice.
I am beauty of this
generation.
I am the voice.
I am the pure essence
BLACK
By David Harris
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
My soul is a flame
Piercing the abysmal depths of despair
Lighting the way for the lost
But society has its hold
Money is the only goal
T'Was the Christmas season,
Where a little boy glees with reason.
He's filled with joy,
As he waits for hid favorite toy.
The little boy couldn't wait,
but it was just too late.
Allow me to clear my throat first
Ahem,
Fuck you, English Teacher, with the same capital F
You gave me on that paper you refused to accept
I know my ABCs and my punctuation
Education has stopped being about the students
If this insults you
and you think we should apologize for our rudeness
Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
Theirs was a generation that, upon looking at society, saw nothing;
When speaking, communicated nothing;
When attending the events of fanatic speakers, heard nothing;
When searching for truths, found nothing;
tears shed through our eyes of innocence all of which we cannot see
our passion and demon minds have not yet to perish
but grow a stronger flame
our thoughts so powerful and true its a beautiful tragedy we live in
We live in the country of freedom, yet we feel confined.
Told to live like this, or like that.
When all we need is a judge free society, but will that ever happen?
Not unless you're poppin.
So I heard you’re claustrophobic
That you turned yourself into Peter Pan’s worst nightmare
sentient shadow no one can find
That must be pinned and confined
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
Words of honey can lead to arrogance,
And words of vinegar often sting.
It is your job to educate and enrich,
What if I was perfect?What if I was worth it?If I had no burdens
Would you accept who I am?or would you leave me to be damned?Because I will still be different.
Things are not what they seem,
Things are not what they appear
In a world where people judge you on something as simple as what you wear.
No things are what they appear
Things are not what they seem
Paint a picture of a perfect place
A place where the grass is greener,
A place where we’ve got it made
Through technology, sex, war, terror, fame, money, drugs
We think the perfect picture is things
Education is sort of like a loose screw, attached to a failing machine that tomorrow might turn on and we’ll all find out doesn’t work anymore. Here, let me clarify.
You’re feeling insecure
Don’t know what for
You have everything
That others dream for
You are beautiful, strong, and pure
I saw a little girl sitting on a bench
Crying because she was hurt.
No visible scars but on the inside
She felt like she had no worth.
She felt she was different, bore an ugly visage
Fond memories, led astray
No glimpse of hope, such disarray
Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame
Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain
Tearing at the wounds that reject
In the valley of the Shadow of Death,
There’s no place to hide, no place to rest.
The demons there, haunting your every step.
Choking you ‘till you have no breath.
The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible
You can reach out and touch it.
It’s everywhere, consuming you.
You don’t even realize how lon_____g
it’s been eating away at your insides, until
they finally cave in and c
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
I hate the crowd, the wrong crowd
That keeps me in,
I'm drowning now.
And there's no hope
No lovely hope
To keep me safe, to keep me sound.
I fall too easy, and I can't swim
Nights of terror seem to pass
And days of sorrow fade.
In every moment that I laugh
I slowly crawl out of the shade.
Bits and pieces start to form
But some parts are still gone.
I’ve never known the world to be so harsh
Until you
You danced your way
Making us all seem like little more than diamond toys
We are your toys
And we will always move in synchronization
Hey you…
Yeah, you.
The girl with all the scars and stories to tell.
The boy who sits alone in the corner,
The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”,
I’m here for you,
Now and forever.
World's Deadliest Black Man
Which is deadlier a black man with a loaded gun,
Or a black man seeking education providing for his son?
Which do we fear the notion of inner city aggression,
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene)
Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge.
They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
Filled with so much anger and hate,
We judge each other while losing sight of the meaning of equality.
Hippocritical actions defining our very characters.
We ask ourselves why, yet the answer falls back on us,
A score.
A mocking, generic, monotonous score
defines us.
Humility, humanity, philanthropy,
do not matter, because only a score
defines us.
Years of hardwork shattered by
The second bell has rung so I begin to take my seat.
My hands drip sweat. My stomach turns. My heart quickens it’s beat.
I’ve dreaded the fruition of the moment now so nigh
After years of being taught as a child,
After writing enough essays to line up for a mile,
After learning the purpose of all the buttons on a calculator,
After learning to draw and then graph an alligator,
You break me,
With every little word you say and every call to action,
Embellishing reward that goes along with.
You say do this it looks good on applications and glare when the class looks on in silence.
This school is a bane
Society, if fills with pain
Classes, riddled with sighing
Intellegence, it is dying
We try to live for the moment
It disappears so fast
You try to be smarter
Racial bashing our own kind
Harsh words from a cold heart
"Its 2013" teachers say
"Bullying doesn't happen,
Race issues do not occur."
But what the teachers don't see,
I am a teenager, but I'm different.
Instead of being selfish, I take care of my disabled brother everyday.
Instead of disobeying my parents, I show them my love and respect.
A fairy is real when a child is young,
A belief is what that idea is among,
Everyone believes in something,
Societal change is what beliefs can bring.
Religion is something one cannot escape,
The dark colored eyes that hides inside
holding the mold to every fiber that was once a destructive storm through the night.
How do we transverse, move, breathe, converse?
You’re afraid of what could happen
So you constantly keep up a wall
You are in a constant battle
But aren’t we all?
I stare at these blank dirt encrusted walls,Learning more from them than I learned from you.You stare at me with your judgmental eyes,I stare at the wall and see what my future holds.The wall is blank.You don't teach me but I ensure I can teach yo
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
I
Am so
Done with all
The bullshit I do.
I can literally feel my
Imagination disappearing as my brain
What would the world be like if there was no such thing as money?
Would it be a better, simpler life?
With no greed; no killing or fighting to be rich?
How would it affect everyday people?
Pause quickly the world
Gravity rudes heaven’s tears
Force pressures weak creations
Trimming a mockingbird’s years.
Pause quickly the world
Rain’s mercy left too mocked
Curiosity becomes a whisper
and questions remain unanswered
WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
She'd love to say she's confident but she's not.
"Hey you're smart!"
She doesn't get that alot.
She wants to say she's powerful, but she wont.
She thinks she's beautiful, but no one else thinks so.
I like to let my imagination
run wilder with every
darker shade of the night sky,
as the sunset melts away
onto the other side of the world,
like sherbet ice-cream
left on the counter for too long.
Standing in a room full of people
We exchange fake smiles
This is something we are all so familiar with
Our individual thoughts silenced
Silenced by ourselves
We laugh
It seems so real
Dear Diary,
I'm. Mad.
No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
What used to seem so bright
Is now slowly losing its light
I'm losing it in the shadow of this big world.
I used to dream of success
I used to dream of fame
As you March through this life,
Your steps are forever traced-
Legends- are left behind
Precious Memories,
are scattered-
throughout this earth.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of
H.I.P.H.O.P
We will be those who carry insanity
Think of it as self-immolating humour.
No one else gets it, like Kaufman.
It only serves to damage my image.
Not that I didn't mean what I said
I wouldn't mean to apologize,
Don’t call him weird
You’ll crush him
Don’t call him “special”
He’ll be suspicious
Don’t baby him
Dumb it down, make it easier
He can see right through you
Even if he won’t say so
Black engulfs the world around me.
Everything is still;
No wind,
No light,
Just me and the darkness that surrounds me.
How did I get here?
Did I jump,
Did I fall,
You are the little girl who wants to be
A doctor one day
To put on a white gown and a pair of squeaky clean shoes
To save lives from behind a mask and a ponytail
But forget it.
White walls overcrowd with gold chains explicit language and tattoos
Pant sdrag against concrete
imprinting a woman's son's blood
Cool metal lies against thick hands
attached to a monsterous body
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
Let's get drunk, and have drunk sex.
So when we wake up, we can't be upset.
There's no recollection of the night before,
we'll let confusion walk, right out the door.
Though underneath forgotten memories,
To start off, the meaning of Dystopia literally meansA community or Society that is frightening.Nobody would like to live in fear, it is just undesirable.I believe we live in a Dystopia
(Read top to bottom)
I am part of a dysfuntional minority,
and I refuse to believe that
I can change people's views.
I understand that it is difficult to grasp but,
"guns kill people,"
is a lie, and
My uncle once told me
never to smell money;
for liking the smell of money
is selfish, I suppose,
greedy,
as if the green scent is blood
in an ocean infested with sharks
A butterfly
Drifting and floating.
Knowing, it only lives for a month.
It drifts flower to flower,
landing on every one.
Soaking them in.
Spreading their genetics,
so they make more flowers.
I've returned form Never Land,
To the place where you're told how to dream.
I've never enjoyed it here.
These sadistic people who want me to think,
Think just like them.
Into the melee I sink.
We are not men and women
though we like to believe we are.
We are children stuffed into the bodies of
"further evolved humans"
Full of preconcieved ideas
but robbed of curisity.
Pigeons told to fly
Color’d Shadows
They hate us
They love us
We were created by them, society
If we talk to them, they’ll hate us
If we help them, they’ll hate us
Disconnected Welcome to the proud planet of EarthWhere human interaction is a clear as dirt.The same flourishes of skin on skinHave become virtual keys and clicksNames don’t matter anymore,Hash tags and @ signs have taken form,As the new fingerpri
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty)
My name is infamous
To strike fear in a southern voice.
They had my number-
Free to call,
But chose the wrong choice.
Date after date-
This unspeakable thoughts
Diligence anger
Are these anomalies?
I feel listless towards this unknown feelings
Fear overwhelms the soul.
Chains imprison the mind.
What is the end of the line?
Detour comforts the train.
The risk holds hostage love.
Maniac masks on a good heart.
It’s hard for me to honor a flag when I think about the way cops treated my Dad
It’s insane that we honor a flag after all the hardships that our people had
We Scream God Bless America but is America Blessing us?
Happiness doesnt always fall upon you,
you have to choose it and then persue it.
7 years ago, my world darkened,
my eyes were opened to how bad people really were,
You, girl. Wee girl.
Oblivious to the world that surrounds you.
The vultures, the animals.
Creatures we call people.
They'll wine you, they'll dine you,
They'll rip you to shreds.
Teacher, teacher
I need help on this question
I’m trying my best
But I need a suggestion
But teacher, teacher
Instead of rote memorization
Instead of formulas and dates
I have no hope for love.
I can never be loved because of my appearance.
At least that's what society taught me.
They say appearance doesn't matter.
It does.
At least that's what society taught me.
Why do I have to be a color?
Or a size
Or a face
Or a look
Why do I need this reputation
to be apart of the crowds and the record books?
Why must I have this label
to be content with who I am?
Caramel skin with an undertone of olive
Glowing in the fluorescent light
I stare at myself in the mirror
Well, congratulations
You've made it into society
Here we rape each other
And curse our elders
There are no rules
It's a free-for-all
Welcome to reality
You've made it into Hell
I am not a number on your chart.
I am a human being.
A human with needs, wants, and passions.
Don't throw me into a sea of stereotypes or cliches.
I am a human being.
In order for us to grow, as a society, people have to know
when to stop and think, without reacting.
We’ve grown to where we are at today, but there’s still a KKK.
Sometimes the earth dwindles so far into the canyon crevices of my palm.
I can't make it out from the rest anymore.
And I hope, just hope
One day that it grows large enough to suit me.
Longing for a place
The sun above me sings a lullaby,
The rain mimics the tune,
Roses dance,
Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
This is what you've done to me.
You started to teach me as a child,
In rooms of bright colors and toys,
Rooms that smelled of crayons and grubby fingers,
an army of the ugly, charged with structured thought, taught to teach brands upon our brainsmarch through our minds to master our imagination, mocking mother earth's memory of the
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
Wish I was colorblind
Differences weren't relevant
Soon as I was to find
A dog is not an elephant
But what about the hurt
so important color
sep'rating whites from dirt
We sit on our cotton made, silk lined couches.
We entertain ourselves by watching Hi-Def TV on 62'' flat screen televisions, while eating a hot homemade meal,
No color is more beautiful than the otherBut, I'm "pretty for a darkskin girl"So, I'm always separated from any other.
Please do not judge me on my face
My religion or my race
Don't judge me on my hair
Where I live or what I wear
Don't judge me on how I look
Or even the way I cook
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life,
his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.
Protected by his shining armor of ignorance,
he was untouchable.
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
They stare as if I'm some sort of monster,
As I walk insecure and somber.
No man dare look twice at me,
For I am the rancid beast.
They Told Us
They told us that things were complicated,
But in the same breath they declared it was all just
Black and White.
They told us that when Reverend King climbed up
He took a puff of the Crack pipe and
laid it on the counter, out the door
he goes and nobody know's how
this story will go. His 13 year
old son blind by society
takes a puff of the Crack
An all-consuming darkness
that casts a shadow over life.
It dims the term "living"
and illuminates the word "dying."
It barges in with a gun-
shooting bullets of shame.
And when you've been wounded,
We don't chill anymoreWe rarely talkI'm barely hereI've moved away emotionally
The laughter in your presence is forcedMy love for youTainted with remorseSits upon a shelf labeled fragile
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Home is where I want to go,
but I dont always know where that is.
These parts that I've been roaming through
are starting to look like some kind of freakshow.
Persona,
the mind of the self, is perhaps
what is least seen
when we go to our daily bouts:
Dear World
Where you have to pay extra not to have chemicals in your food
Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment
Where Nicki Minaj's butt has more hits than Mahatma Ghandi
Let us coexist and intertwine
I want to fall into you,
I want to be you.
I am you.
I am just like you,
you are just like me.
We are not twins,
but brothers.
You are part of me
sorrow and pain
tears of pity
who shall regurgitate the best sob story next
set me free i beg
set me free
They.
I.
You.
Me.
Them.
Us.
We.
You are not YOU.
You are They.
They are Us.
They want you.
They want Me...
They want Us.
You want Me to be 'Us'
I don’t want to do life today
So I think I’ll just lie here
I’ll be a Neo-Nietzsche
Since life won’t do me either
What good is a body
That only sees despair
It’s not white or phallic
Why can’t you believe that I deserve it all?
Is it because I am young, I am black? Because I’ve answered the call?
You claim success is colorblind, that any can achieve,
I am like the dark.
A vast, intricate enigma.
Everybody can see that I’m there.
Some people choose to embrace me. I do not seek, but lie in wait.
Few people can understand some of me, some of what I hold.
A life of pure bliss and cheerfulness
knowing everything was being handed down,
parents with beautiful skin looking ageless,
their name mentioned in the talk of the town
Let me paint you a picture
Of a world gone blind from hours untallied
Peering into a window of light so blinding
It consumes our thoughts every moment
Step into the door, my friend
When I open my mouth,
They judge me.
They see
my appearance
my personality
my political standing
my mistakes
They don't listen.
All they see is me.
Dark temptations,
in my mind its crazy
a woman whose pregnant said its mine im waisted
on some ...
told her to abort,
shes worried
but said this seeds thats inside is chosen
I'm a Plain Jane as a matter of fact
But my name is Debbie and I happen to be black
I think I'm very smart
And I love making art
No one can take that away
So if anyone has anything to say
Society paints this picture
That I'm not pretty without society's perfect features
Yeah we see I'm not a double D
But when you look at me are you telling me that's all you see?
Organ of immense size,
enterance and barrier,
we are a people
obessesed.
Color, clarity, cut,
that's all we see.
Peel it back,
throw it away.
Our hearts all beat,
The sun blinded her watery eyes,
The pain from the day hurt her inside.
No one can understand her mind.
The day drags on, in deep time.
Her life is a gift, does she know?
Where is the help?
Money is the focus,
The goverment may cause money to disappear like hocus pocus
While the children are left helpless, hopeless
No arm, leg nor brain to grow,
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of missionaries bettering the world
through songs of joy and cheer,
The doctor singing as he saves another life,
The father singing upon his return,
Mask one, mask two,
I'll put them on for you.
Mask three, Mask four,
Its not me, but the masks whom you adore.
Mask five, mask six,
You only want the silent smile, the easy fix,
The Nigerian Hierarchy
If I drove a Lexus instead of a Honda
Would you agree?
Would it be vice versa if
my skirt landed above the knee...
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore.
That dress you are wearing is so last season.
You haven't post anything on Facebook yet.
The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
With every closing of my eye,
It opens to the scary world.
I see hate and fear towards one another.
We no longer work hand in hand,
But dog eat dog.
The fight for success,
Masquerades are amongst the most funWith twinkling, blinding lightsAll the sweaty faces are covered by crafted masks
to put it bluntly..I think im in the deepest whole.Sunk in so far,Trapped for an eternity.Im not going anywhere,And no one's helping.Now of days we make it so easy,
There she sat, trying to find her way.
To the left, sky blue
To the right, dark gray.
Turn and move in the direction you face.
These are the rules
Choose, with great haste.
I am a bird, caged
the bars kind society.
These constrictions pull and pluck,
pieces of my soul.
Floating down my feathers go,
forthcoming opposition is a blessing.
you should be worried when you're not sure
when the attack will start
the echoes of malice are a blessing.
you should be worried when the whispers of hatred
Theres something about the way you feel when getting mail doesnt excite you anymore
when it goes from birthday cards from your grandma
to junk mail and bills
What Is this thing we call love?
I don’t seem to understand
Is love hurting the one person in your life who did everything for you?
Or is love getting a girl pregnant & leaving her?
Society expects you to do anything and everything.
Society expects you to ave high marks in your academics.
Society expects you to go to college.
Society expects you to have a job.
What does it mean to be free? Free is when you're allowed to do as you please.You are given the privilege to be who you decide you want to be.But are we really free?
Society will make you believe
That you must be something to succeed
Be smart
Do art
Catch a shark
Get high marks
Society puts pressure on you
To create perfection too
What is does it mean to have an ideal society?
To be free?
We may live in the land of the free but are we really free?
What is Beauty?
Is it what your face holds
Or is it skin deep within our soul.
In our society
Being Thin is in
Lighter Skin
and other countless things.
What happens to the other girls
Who is considered an "American"?
Is an "American" based on whether you and your family were born on this country
or how hard you worked to pass your citizenship test?
We’re living in a contradicting society
A society where most protest against abortion
But in the same breath look down upon teenage pregnancy
A society where parents point a stern finger telling you what not to do
Darling you left my heart in pieces on the floor
So tell me why
The inner Machinations of my mind are an enigma
Because I saw your face and wow
Peeling scales in rosetta geometry down the rail
Slick tile bearings, cigarette stained
Haughty men (women too) locked in iron stride
Shoulder brash against shoulder
Stench one way, perfume another
We watched
As timid little cities
Filled their bellies
Full of brown and coal black
The air, a muddled mess
The bees, on verge of collapse
The fish, caught in the wires we spun…
Society says being to big is a problem
While at the same time being to skinny is wrong
We here some rappers say there's nothing wrong with "big girls"
But my question is "Would you ever date a big girl?"
One brief moment, a single thread of intimacy
Impermanence but even so,
I saw some semblance of you...the real you
The innermost core as you break your own rule
Never to reveal
Do you see that being black is a state of mind?
That we have moved beyond the whips and the chains,
and have moved on to the place where everyone is kind.
But wait.
Everything good is white.
Deception portrays,
Perfection at its finest.
Such beautiful lies,
We invent.
Forced assignment,
To play the role,
Against our morals,
We repent.
Identities lost,
Deception portrays,
Perfection at its finest.
Such beautiful lies,
We invent.
Forced assignment,
To play the role,
Against our morals,
We repent.
Identities lost,
You don't really follow dreams
You fight, You chase
You lose, You win
A struggle of accepting and denying
parts of what you believe.
Defining why you are here.
Why you should be
i take a trip to the beach at nightlet the sand pinch my toes and when the wind blows i get criticized for low eyes,
The other day my guidance counselor Mrs. SolovayCalled me into her officeInto a crossed out corner of thisOutdated newspaper clippingIn that prison cellWhere nobody usually goesBecause like me,
Since my elementary days I had show and tell. A day dedicated to showing something you hold dearly and explaining its significance to you.A doll, a book, or maybe even a train that goes choo-chooThe objects were endless,
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends more carefully and
We wear the mask that hides who we are
It hides our highs and our lows
This debt we pay to society
With physical apperance
Picture perfect
Why should the world judge us?
36- 24-36
The measurements of perfection
The ideal hourglass figure;
Big boobs, skinny waist, wide hips
From the outside they see a hardworking businessman, a wife that seems like she was plucked from the 1950's and a teenager full of bliss and happiness, but no one knows what happens when the doors close.
The glamour of a fast life lives inside the contempt of dissatisfaction
From Boredom dreams action to gain satisfaction
Man seeks his next high off the heels of depression
His concession to envy seeking gardens unkown
How I long to catch her words
igneous sands and wind
tunes yellow to blue
tunes blue to mellow
tunes in notes and ideas
It worked it's way into our systems
Taking it's host, leaving nothing the same
It spread itself through our communities
Faster then we could respond
I am more than Science and Math
A's and Honor Roll
Brains and Glasses
Braces and Books
I am Music and Languages
Poetry and Art
Pictures and Colors, Vibrations and Sounds
...Expression!
I looked up at the Aztec sun/ I knew the world had just begun/ The rain poured down/ Drowning out all sound/ Except the brain-dead taunts they threw/ I took them and I knew/ That there had to be more than this/ More than this Hell we call Earth/ S
There was once a time of innocence here
Do you remember? 'Twas not so far back
Back when the children had little to fear
Now everything’s changed; it’s all turning black
What does being black really mean?
Is it what's being represented on TV?
Does it relate to a status quo,
or what you truly know?
Isn't it just the pigment of one's skin,
If our Founding Fathers saw the world today,
Their jaws would drop and mutinies would come to pass.
If they saw our struggles to appease the mass,
They’d assume our society would soon decay.
I want to be remembered. Not just another soul that lingered in this earth, no. I want to be embraced, to be as a model for others, to be mourned for, to be something of my own, to encourage, to be honored.
To love a girl as different as me
would go against society.
Extremely loud and incredibly independent
goes against society's judgement
Skipping church to find life's meaning
leaves the cruel society steaming
Today, Mercy does not come without fault, Peace does not come without war, Silence does not come without noise, Heart does not come without pain, Compassion does not come without despair, Money does not come without poverty, Love does not come wi
What happening to the world we live in...
As we turn on the news, their goes a child killed by the offcials that are suppose to protect us.
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful.
But we look in the mirror, We study our image,It becomes more flawed, We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
The world, population and pollutionwill increase exponentially.Only those who love the nation,passionately will figure it out a way to organize our society, without a single alteration to our nature.We, the engineers, scientists, teachers,student
As he wandered through the torn up house
And put out each last flame,
He felt a rush of ecstasy
In each halcyon wave.
As he went and shook his hose
And ran all through the fire
200 pages in my composition..so i ripped one out..slapped humanity in its mouth as it tried to shout at me..though it never seemed to "shut up!" I kept it moving with my ears shut, music playing explaining how the world is so cruel and twisted and
(poems go here) We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are irrelevent. And If you're not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate
It is very common for people to say nothing or no one is perfect; there’s nothing wrong with being perfectly imperfect. But the way I see it, if that stands to be true, why not be the first to prove those people wrong.
Practicing our prayers
Making our lives look great
Making sure we didn’t sin
So there would be nothing on to debate
coming on service on time
almost never been late
trying to smile to each other
An aching mind that won’t stop to think,
Just keeps moving with no aim to complete,
Too quickly we’ve rushed onto the brink
Of childhood’s edge, that end none wish to greet.
Staring, frozen in the mirror
A tired girl looks back at me--
There is strength about her figure
But her eyes no longer see.
She has talent, drive, and fire,
She has been around the world,
As I grew older, my mind became bolder
With every touch of passion, I become clutched
I began to write when I began to reason reality, a creative formation status of my full mentality
Remember how we forgot?
How we never actually played by the rules we were taught
Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
They devoured her
They saw her with greedy eyes and decided to feast
They came upon her suddenly
She in all her glory
They covered in deceit
Wove illusions of inspired beauty
And stole from her
That she is me
Her hair glistening in the sunlight
Making red and gold out of the brown
Her legs white as clouds
Becoming the shade that fits her perfectly
Her stretch marks splayed on inner thighs
When you see me you would think,
There goes a strong young man.
Never close to breaking him,
He feels as much as a tin can.
And if you asked me now,
this is what I'd tell.
I've never shed a tear
One day,
We'll wake up and realise,
For that last 3 generations,
We haven't been living
Not really
There isn't even a pattern
Any more
No one wants to work
No one wants to live
We follow the latest trends
like our spines cant unbend.
like the force of this society has crippled us ,
placing all its weight on top of us, soon our faces will meet the pavement.
because we are not strong enough.
Sometimes the wind sweeps up thoughts from below,
And creates dancing figures like leaves before snow.
They spin and collide and they jump and play,
And with each little movement comes more disarray.
They can't perform it, yet they assign us those difficult task
This hypocrite society has, god knows, how many masks.
I see demons on the ceilings-
They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach-
I see sheep in the pasture-
and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
Size, shape, and color don't matter.
Be grateful and smile.
Love them the way they are, please don't judge.
Look into their personality
That's reality
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
I truly believe that to succeed means more than acquiring money,
But being hungry to give back to society.
To make it means more than the fake get up,
More than the superficial snakes that call themselves friends to us.
Click.
Spark.
Light
The dark.
Just keep the flame from engraving its mark.
The viscous amber, the salty indigo
Are able enough to crawl up your arms.
They can feast on your festering flesh
crumbling walls in a deteriorated village
the sentiment builds by the minute
and every minute
a new tower fumbles.
All it would take for the ending of this destruction
is one hand to grab another
Alright so
Sticks and stones wont break my bones
but this razor surely scars me.
Let it, let it
roll of your back
let it, let it
stay for a sneak attack
I knew a girl once who got called boy more times than she could count
each time it brought tears to her eyes liked she’d never amount
to their glorified expectations
horrified by her image in the mirror
Stenches from take-out restaurants and people who should shower more often,
Looking up to the sky only when buildings pointed that way,
Crack heads and crazies and crooks eyes follow me as I pass,
Enter the building,
“Next to of course God America do i
live free and home of the brave where you claim
that freemen shall stand in their lov’d home and war’s desolation
and you talk of a place that is blessed of victory and of peace
Education is a beautiful thing
But only if you’re doing something useful
Useful
What does that mean?
It means business, science, and math
Or so society says
“What do you Study?” is what I hear
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
Define yourself
Are you blending into the background
Like the kids in the back of class
Or are you as bright as
The pink elephant in the middle of the room
Does your mind sit still
Like a singer on hiatus
Looking through a black girls eye
What do you see?
Ignorance is not uncommon
It’s everything it can be
Looking through a black girls eyes
I see pain
Pain that cannot be changed overnight
How could you not understand?
How badly the rich has the upper-hand
When everybody is chasing the dollar
They will always have us under their collar
And under their commands we holler
Her mirror belongs in a carnival, a wrong distorted image of what she looks like.
She'll try to bend herself to make that reflection look perfect.
Cut down what is eaten until it resembles the remnants of a forest.
Every morning she paints on her face.
She removes the bags from under her eyes, and hides the ones lying inside.
She tries her best to cover the stains, tries her best with the ones in her brain.
Near the bottom of our system
Ignorance exists, and its consequences are prevalent.
Out of sight out of mind only hinders our development,
When negligence is evident from the government’s irrelevance,
Sitting on the floor, lights off, sound absent.
The warmth of life has been put on hold,
waiting to recharge sometime soon.
Still shadows sit in the corners
as wind sweeps by in a blush of emotion.
Its a sick sad world but I am the cure
Inject me into your veins just to be sure
Do you feel it now?
From my periphery I notice junk
Of society walkin’ backwards
Alone, it is a masterpiece,
and it recreates its status.
Forgotten practicality,
Leaves it just a decoration.
Sometimes I feel like the destroyer
Sometimes I think that I create
A horrible whirlwind nightmare
That whisks everything away
What's more important?
To be right or wrong
Judgmental comments float about
As abundant as the air we breathe
Criticism being thrown at us by society
The pressure of being beautiful, intelligent, flawless
Who has the right to define these words?
You’re not above me
you just judge me
in the direction you think I ought to go.
You don’t know me
so don’t show me
that you think you know my dreams
No one knows more
than the one who dreams,
Your mouth screams individuality,
but what you fail to realize is that there is a label on your heart that reads "product of society".
You think you're rare and unique,
Nautical graves and practical poets,
Woman's condition and cultural woe.
Heaving sensations accompany the telly.
What's worse than these? The end of the show.
I don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.
I think.
The world is a empty place
Full of hate and disgrace
Full of so many lies
A place with no allies
Everyone seeks the truth
But it's broken and bruised
Little white lies
Surround our daily lives
Society, Society, Society
It whispers in my ear
Leaves it stings
And never fails
Using me as its target
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows
It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings
Night after night
Hiding it’s sunburned flesh
It creeps in the shadows
I’m afraid of the dark
Burning
I shouldn’t be burning.
I’m water, wild and free.
Fire can’t even touch me
Without sizzling and dying.
So why am I burning?
DAMNIT!
Baby, stay with me!
Nonono! NO! Stay awake!
My Spirit is running away from me.
He can’t take the rules any more.
Society is breaking him.
What did you expect?
Having no power.
He Flees.
They apply too much pressure to him.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Sit in your seats,
For you are about to read a great play,
Of nothing but deceit:
We push the people we don’t understand,
We drown in our sorrows,
Yet extend our helping hand,
What do you see when you look at women?
Do you see a women in the kitchen or do you see a women in the bed?
Feeling discriminated
emotions cumulated
all my feelings
to begin eliminating
people from my heart
for underestimating that I’m also a human being.
A box
I was trapped in a box
A box that was molded by the visible hand of man that told me what I should or should not be
Defined by labels that are still stamped across every inch of my being because of what you say
Society stalks me,
A spectre of the REM world,
Like Krueger…it creeps up on me,
Only this time…I know I won’t wake up.
My life is a terrible secret, trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
The echo in my ear of all the hurt and pain, from the time I was younger and more I had to gain. All that I kept inside and I can't seem to get out, it's like a stomach full of words I want to shout.
I, myself, draw the line.
Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts,
flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow.
Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
I saw a stranger on the street one day,
He came over and asked if I wanted to play.
I said yes, and we went to the park.
We played all day until it was dark.
And when we were done,
Everything is happening
In an unattainable rapid speed
I can’t keep up
My brain is burning
I slam together my eyelids
Hoping to slow
Everything down
Or just make it stop
The world’s chamber is a freighting place, challenging, inconsiderate, and with only one view of perfect:
A mask. An image.
A cover. A book.
An essay. A title.
A song. A hook.
Tired, restless
Heart beats in your chest and
Breathless
You’re smothered by the background and
Bound, restricted and backed into a corner
Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song
Character
Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character.
Character yet to be defined,
Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How would I pick from all I do not know?
What is the meaning behind His Word?
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How did he think to create the world?
Oh whimsical rules
Make us look like fools
We prance around
To make them proud
Do we get a reward, no
Just the pain of putting on a show
To make those whimsical rules laugh
There's too much pressure
To not fail today.
School, work, and graduation
In May.
Going off to college
Opening the door
Start of a new life
Different from before.
Lets rip into hypocrisy
I dont mean The Bible it's perfect
I mean our hypocrisy
Explain to me how you see vision of
Poles, strippers strip strip for you
And money falling from the trees
Lyrical licks that lament the whips that tips the slaveholder that his chains don't hold the gold that sold out the captives, making them proactive to freeing them from the tree and be free, or is it just me?
In this shell,
Anger prevails.
Multitudes exact judgement on me,
Before they know my soul.
Existential wisdom is lost on them,
As their thoughts have already been consumed.
Utopia preoccupies their minds,
i am
disenchanted i don’t
care about your world
of illusions
with its love that
isn’t; it’s just
romantic
If the society we live in today was just a dream and a simple pinch made us come back to reality, I wonder how things would be without all the brutality.
One day,
The lights will glint off this finger
and catch the eye of others
who shall see and be
something like Expectant or Jealous or--
Something Else that will make me feel more or less
I need to look like this
I need to look like that
Is whats being sold
It's what you are told.
But what you don't understand
I will deal with, at your hands
Nothing will be defended.
The question always pops up with black and white people. Who and how can an person use the term nigger and nigga.
Society
we live in it
we feel from it
we get hurt from it
we lose control from it
we feel joy from it
we hide from it
we despise it
we die in it
Amongst the pretense of equity;
Not almost there;
Our actions quite daftly,
Seem to make us not share;
Your grimaces, painful half glimpses,
Bring sorrow to every fragile piece of me.
If I should shatter, I’d cut your skin.
Make you remember you’re only human.
You used to smile at me years ago,
Whats up with all this terrorism, racism, crime, and poverty?
It must be in result of all this sovereignty,
Or maybe because we've made this idea of reliability a novelty.
Do we expect everyone to just win the lottery?
Sometimes I hate my generation.
Each of us a carbon copy of the next.
iPhone, designer jackets, caffeinated beverage in hand.
I hate how we are so absorbed in social media
that we let ourselves get lost for hours
My cheeks are rosie when I giggle
My eyes smile when I'm happy
When you see me my eyes turn away
My ears hear laughter in the distance
My heart aches at the sight you see
She’s perfectly perfect
Skinny enough
But she doesn’t see
that reflection in the mirror.
Everything wrong.
The feeling of imperfection
ever lasting.
Starvation forces numbers down
New faces bring new thunderstorms
The smell of fresh rain on pavement shows change in the air
The lightning flashes a bright sky for a split second
The moment rips away as thunder claps the same old darkness back
And there's a reason you shouldn't burn bridges,
Cuz sometimes they just can't be rebuilt,
and it's a guilt trip every time you try to mend that relationship.
My faith is corrupt, it's nothing but doubt.
Everything you promised became a lie; a way out.
Dreams are for those who can believe no doubt.
I can't say I'm one, belief was something I never could retrieve; a way out.
Our society has a crack
We have to back track because there is a lack
Kids young as ten saying F this and F that
They need to get to class and be tamed
If I’d rather watch
Will I ever rather roam?
If I’d rather dwell on futures
Will there ever be just one?
If I never talk about it
Will they leave me here alone?
If I never
Is rather a choice?
Society, society, wherefore art thou society?
People just want to disappear
To hide in a crowded room in fear
We hide inside and under our skin
Because all people want is just to fit in
~man of the hour
i waited way too long
met women that should be strong
but he left and did her wrong
but baby here i am
the man of the hour
the one to give you power
you see, im here however
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson.
I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction.
I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained,
I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.
The girl with the glasses,
walks home alone.
No one to talk to.
No one to know.
The girl with the glasses,
sits at lunch by herself.
No one to eat with.
No one to be with.
They say I'm ugly.
They say I'm stupid.
then what am I?.
Do I not belong here in this world?
I cry because the stuff you all say,I hold back tears because I here it everyday.
You filled my soul with hate,
Made my heart ache,
When you stole from me my dreams,
And wrote on the wrinkles of my brain,
Words so razor-blade sharp that they
Could only be used
You said it, therefore it must be true.
Yes, every word you speak is law.
Why should anyone have room to doubt you?
You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
I sit and watch at this chaos around
Not being able to make a sound
We can say the world is coming to its end
How in God’s name will be defend
So many kills and meanless deaths
So many drugs, like crystal meth
I dont want to blend in with your high society
I would have too quit without my variety
Your world is insane
Its nothing but a mind game
What you want to see
What you want them to be
Every girl was born with a face of porcelain
and heat of pedals.
Anyone can see that is beautiful,
without a male to announce it.
I am free.
free to fly
free to cry
I am not bound
by earthly treasures
nor do i give a
second thought
to those who
fight with fists
and fall to pleasures
I do not,
will not
She spends five hours getting ready
Knowing all her hard work is for naught
For by the time she gets to her locker she will be tripped
Into a reality that feels a nightmare
The names she can handle
I feel I'm falling
and even though I'm stalling
The dark abis is calling
Needing my presence
craving my essence
my will evanecence
Hollow minded schemes
keep ripping at my seams
Today we can live
Yesterday we've survived
Tomorrow will never cry
The days of our lives
We can do whatever.
Till one of us die
Then we all
Cry
(poems go here) Many people fear change.
They fear the vulnerability.
They fear the need to adapt.
They fear the lesson that they may learn.
It is frightening to be new, to be out of your element,
The marks we are born with
connected to the veins implanted
creation of unity of a whole entitled son.
Creation defined as a connection from the sole to the other.
Ballots sequence the gesture of communication
You hear the waves pounding on the rocks... You know if you get caught in it you'll die immediately but there's no going back.
Why do we have all of this?
No one knows why.
Why do we listen?
No one knows why.
Why should they tell us?
No one knows why.
Why do we do this?
No one knows why.
Why don't we stand up?
I’m surprised I passed kindergarten
I couldn’t help but to graffiti outside the hetero-gender defined lines
Like an awkward categorization you attempted to force into a Venn diagram
I never really overlapped
Oreos. Zebras.
There are jokes about both
That are funny to even the most welcoming of people.
When two races mix,
Two races so different as black and white, literally,
Judgment is passed,
There are a lot of people that Fear what they don't know,
The questions then turn into aggressions leaving them stuck in a hatred zone.
Why must people fear the original and the different?
What is comparable to inevitable??
If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten.
How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling?
The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
What are words anyway?
If you won’t listen,
can’t listen,
can’t hear above the consumerist cacophony
ringing out your ears
bringing out only the very worst in you, a phony.
There is a kingdom ruled by a simpleton
where walls are built up again and again.
Questions are much too difficult, they say,
and irrefutable logic is just foul play!
Bleed, pour, sacrifice
Your body and your soul
Fight back, or give in
But you will never be whole.
To be a woman in some ways more masculine than man
To be a tree whose efforts bear no flowers nor fruit
To be uninteresting, unattractive, and unloved
To be showered with compliments and praise, and,
Surfing these waves of allegation comes easy
to those born from the greenish foam
that lines an undulating ocean
Why should beauty be hidden under the surface?
Why doesn't society let it rise to the top?
It refuses to show all its people that
It's there, but it's there, and won't stop