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She'd been dead only an hour and the stars have already welcomed her. She's silent as the warmth devours her, slowly and wholly. "Dance with me and let's pretend the world doesn't exist." they faintly whispered.
Just when I started to feel upset, it all started to come true,
That the dreams that I had working for were finally coming through.
Be brave enough to walk awayAnd don't look backBe brave to say goodbyeBe brave enough to go your wayBe brave not to tell a lie.
For the longest time I kept blaming myself, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
Why was I never goo enough for anyone? Was there something wrong with me that I wasn't able to see?
Bones creak as I riseTo dim gray morning light.Stumbling across the floorCrimson life from my lip takes flight.
God has sent the Angels near
closest to the one that fears
even though you are alone
resting due to casted stones
a light nearby will slowly heal
your broken soul, so well concealed
I got on the ropeway for my rendezvous,Yell! Those arresting eventful near twenty minutes!Though a sudden trip, first time had a birds eye view,Of the most gripping serene sights from the peak.
I've learned to eat cold pizza
I've learned to eat mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes, and I no longer eat all the individual parts of my salad separately
Something I never thought possible
Brain before body
Response to stimulus
Required for life
Required for happiness
If not made by you
It will be made for you
If not from you first
It doesn’t matter
Your perception
Be careful with your definition
Vital part of life
Forth then back
Teeter then totter
Deflected off
Not quite straight back
Creation lives here
Or so says the universe
It feels different
Makes you want to question
Don't resist
Pay attention
Power lives in the changes
The world turns
The sun rises
Morning breaks as you realize
It’s time for movement
It’s time for change
The world turns
Dark and long goes the road
Middle line stretches straight as if never ending
Lights only show so far
But the line streams out straight into the black
It based on results it won’t last
Failure is coming and shatters perfection
Have you walked the path?
Have you put in the work?
Our fleeting view of reality
Check points ensure accuracy
Balance your views
Mesh with humanity
Pursue beauty and truth
How do you love someone
Someone you know at their core
The ins and outs, good and bad
You know every thought and desire
You stand in judgement
Panic rages
Anxiety attacks
Fear abounds
How to make it stop
Weather it?
Fight it?
Breeding ground for inaction
It is not words
It's not only thoughts
Less talking required
Internal rooting necessary
Drive your legs down
Let your feet firmly plant
Future
The future’s power
Unlimited in nature
Where creativity lives
To shape the present
Past
Awareness within
Not looking out
It begins inside
Then pushes its way out
Self propriety and self focus
Creating yourself isn’t selfish
oh, the color!
that lines these painted prints of journey
that lay as flowered steps before me
but, oh, the wonder
seeing only the color
There is a weakness in me.
A small glint
of a child not yet grown.
It lives in me,
And everything I am;
everything I do.
In life there are moments where it can bring you in the need to scream your pain existence.
The fire in you the passion that generates you gets tested
The rug gets pulled from underneath and all you have left is yourself.
Bitter nothing passed these lips
as words poured towards you in silent riffs.
A melody of sour times
the money good s, the smell of muscidimes
Serene breezes flow through us
Today we are so small at 10-10
Today we are also young at 20-20
Don't worry what'll happen at 30-30
Haven't we heard life begins at 40-40
Responsibilities don't end at 50-50
Never believe that life ends at 60-60
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave
Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
Confidence has never been a feeling explored by me.
Employed by me to heal from the hurt in me, by others, and by me.
Feels good to know that my reflection is a friend to me, no longer my enemy.
And we are at it again, why do I go back to him out of all men.
Just to sit and pretend, like I love him again.
Like he is actually a friend, but worse than letting a stray dog move in.
It was a cold and frosty day,
When I began to drift away.
Like the snowman melts in the glare,
I wanted to fade and lose every care.
I slowly put my head below,
I felt the water swirl and flow.
Why do you try
To fit in
When you’re a limited edition?
Alter your dreams
And you become
A sacrifice to the system.
Be an adventurer.
Chase your dreams
And find answers.
Never give up
My path laid hidden before me,
too tangled by thorned vines
to spark within me a desire to discover
what waited beyond the masked trail.
Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
Along the road of the merciless my feet bare, cut, callused drifting upon the dirt
The itch I have long chased has been a millennia
Making the journey wearing the shoes of travelers before
Home, Farewell, amongst the inevitable rubble
As the nights fall does the ground darken
Home, Farewell, amongst the oil black ground
accompanied by the sound of a muffled radio
And I’m back, once again at the drawing board.
I know life’s a rollercoaster
And I’ll have bad days,
But I always find myself back here;
Come with a headache,
Write with a heartache
Do you ever just wonder
just sit around and think
Do you ever just imagine
just let your mind free
Do you want to sit just aching
just absorbing your pain
Do you ever just feel hopeless
Growing up always seems lightyears away
No kid ever realizes that in reality, it is right around the corner and here to stay
Acquiring independence tastes bittersweet
As the changes a child faces are quite a feat
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
There’s this place I call home
And I don’t know why but it seems to me
That this place isn’t as simple as it used to be
I was a little girl - Their little girl, she her she her
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes
You never knew the pain they put me through
Five foot three- can't find real me
You say I'm my own, but never felt free
Five foot four- s'you I adore
The numbers on my phone screen
glared me in the face.
Another week 'till payday--
I wouldn't make it at this pace.
Movies and icecream, fun, and spending galore
Simplicity is the beginning,
It is easy,
Nothing to stress about
But one mustn't stay there for too long
I exist
In the subtle rhythms
The periphery of perception
In gentle sea breezes
And silky laughter
In the dance of falling leaves
And dreams I lust after.
I construct my reality
Growing up,
We wanted to make our family proud.
Our teachers thrilled.
Our peers happy.
But growing up,
We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,
Our teachers in disapprovement,
I could never come to terms with how
you viewed me.
You’re so pretty.
You’re so capable.
You have so much potential.
You said that to me the other day.
You wear a brave facade to hide your fear of the dark.
Looking
Looking for another light to follow
because your own light has finally dimmed
My mind is a desert,
dry and barren.
Any chance of hope in simply a mirage.
My mind is an ocean,
calm on the surface but crashing waves in the deep end.
My feelings drifting away and drowning.
Today marks the day of triumph.
The battle against cancer, finally over.
Months and years of trekking up endless mountains,
Only to find another one blocking your path to freedom.
Your body battered,
Graveyard
American crow hidden in tip of branch calls "caw…"
Birds twittering，bugs buzzing and arguing each，
Earthworms creep in the soil，
Wooden bridge across murmuring weeping creek，
Mansions
The golden powder empires，
Villas of top and fortunate entrepreneurs，
In the gilded age ，dubbed by writer Mark Twain–
High line Park
An abandoned elevated freight railway，
Rescued destiny of demolition，
Rebuilt an unique sky garden greenway，
Stretching long across the city heart．
Dance with bridge
Looks up to far blue sky，
And down to undulating river，
A boardwalk path in midair，
And an indispensable city skyline．
Across on foot in minutes，
Christian Town
Mecca of Christianity，
In a reclusive Amish village，
Keep the Bible commandments，
Practice Christian faith，
Sailing to Da Nang
Under dead dual of East and West camps ，
US combat forces into deep marshes of the Vietnam War，
Domestic anti-war surging，
The fear of not knowing,
The fear of know growing,
The fear of not showing
How great of a person I can be.
Fear.
It’s what multiplies me
And makes others see
He had to save her
That was all
Plain and simple
Stumbling across a dark landscape
Pitch black water on either side
Begging to swallow him whole
Sailing on the sand
I know the dangers up ahead
My mind is on and ready
My heart is leading fully
Sailing on the sand
Aretha Louise Franklin
Labeled "The Queen Of Soul"
She was expressive in her music
There was a story waiting to be told
Her voice was fierce and powerful
The sound was succinct and sharp
three years old --
mumma tells me
"dont disrespect a book
else it will not teach you all that it knows"
i listen to her
and see the book in new light
i see the inanimate object as an equal
Poetry is a journey
With ups and downs
As a child it was beauty
In school it was a chore
Now it is discovery and
Means so much more
Dear Mom and Dad,
How can I explain that I simply can not stay?
There are goals I need to race towards and dreams I must stretch my legs out to reach.
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
GRADUATION POEM
By: Eric Fraley
Here today
Here we sit
Class of 2017
Amongst our friends
Our fellow classmates
P a t h w a y s
By: SeemsPoetic
I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying
In my mind…
Life is always watching
Creeping in the distance, waiting for your next move
She gives you roads to choose from
Then tricks you when you least expect it
Once
There was a castle.
In that castle was a princess.
Cursed,
By danger and imperfection.
2017bled out in color for me, a thousanddifferent shades tempered by jealousy andreminding me that indeed they wereghostsof somebody I used to know that Ididn't anymore and I didn't
Dear My Biggest Fear,
What are you?
This question has been lurking in my mind for quite some time now,
So I thought I'd just ask you upfront- what the hell are you?
Dear future self,
My journey began,
With a television show
I didn’t really know much
Such as to pitch a tent, eat outside, sleep outside
But, as I grow older and wiser I’ve learned
We run further into the night
The city lights gleaming, city lights singing
We live for now because the time is right
The promise of youth and its inevitable time being
The man was young, his mind was sharp as could be expected of such a man at such a time, and his body had endured at least enough hardships to receive a curt nod from a seasoned veteran should such an encounter play out.
Because I Love You I am patientBecause I Love You I let you make your own decisionsBecause I Love You I will support you
I love you,
With this Life.
You will be my Wife
I will continually try,
Please, do not cry.
I will always Love you,
& This is True
Even after I die
Three years ago I was your puppet
Attached to the strings you had through my knees,
A blindfold over my eyes and I believed all of your lies.
Three years ago you left me,
You threatened me,
You -
Greyhound is the grounds of reflection,All these lost souls and broken hearts on the bus I'm catching.Each and everyone weighed down by their luggage and baggage,Escaping wherever they came with their kids in hand. But I'm on the same route thoug
I don't know whereto beginJust trying to breatheit all inInside my mind fromdeep within
My beloved she waits for me
Amidst a thund’rous roaring sea
Ode to turmoil’s kindly soul
Whose navy waves do crest and roll
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
So you are Death a scavenger of breatha vulture for pleasurePreying on life's treasure Each heart beat you measure...
How he longs to be alone and content
A cool breeze, a warm sun, and a sketchbook.
He craves the water’s salty, calming scent.
“Please carry me off in your winding brook.
Asking when the right time is
To move on forward,
To leave behind things unbroken,
People not forgotten,
Actions never betraying a regretful tone,
May not be so hard after all.
I don't remember how it began. I don't remember exactly when it started; whether it was back in fifth grade or freshman year.
Suppose someone told you that you just didn't make the cut,That you just weren't good enoughFor their level of expectations,That you weren'tWhat they needed to thrive.
"What would you do?"
Senior to Freshman all over again
The end of something old
The start of something new
Tiptop shape to Crippling from the outside in
What do you want to do with your life?
What is your major?
How do you like college?
Large family gatherings on breaks
I want to teach.
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
One step forward
Two steps back
Is this ever true
One move closer
Two backtracks
Creates new paths for you
One truth found
Two lies learned
One day I woke up and it seemed as though everything had changed.
It was if the lightning and thunder had calmed. And I was suddenly free to be me.
He never gets tired of taking a deep breath
And sinking in that warm spring air
Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely.
I am not lonely!
I am not lonely.
I AM NOT LONELY.
The bright light of a new beginning,
Crawling turns into walking,
Running to the playground grinning,
After we brush our teeth
we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets.
The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities
or meet-and-greets.
It is a time for sleep.
I'm on a path, my destination is uncertain. I wake up in the morning with excitement and grit knowing that I am on an adventure. I look forward to continuing my journey each day, knowing that I will reach an exciting unknown.
I fall asleep with the desire on my heart.
With a plan in my mind.
But when my eyes start to open,
Before the sunrise,
I start thinking of my escape.
My excuse.
My bed is so warm.
I dreamed of jumping beyond the realms of dirt and pavement-- to soar as far as the wind could take me. So I leapt. But once I reached that farthest point--the spot I once desired most, I came back.
5 years ago, when I first told people that I was a singer-songwriter, the first phrase they could think of to say was: Oh, so you write poetry.
roachaphobia: simple, rhyming, frivolous: hatred wrapped in fear.
my very first poem was written at eight
or at least the first poem i clearly recall
i remember because my glory was fate
Where our voice cannot reach
Poetry is the bridgework
We write what we cannot say out loud
And our voices are deafening
I stepped off the plane into a new land, and new language, and new climate, and a new culture.
It was humid in Hanoi.
It was dirty. Dirt sat in the streets and people sat on the sidewalks.
I don't want to stay here.
Do not accept where you live.
A Home.
It's not a home
Runaway, they're awaiting you
Live, love, and learn
Then be happy in return
But one place isn't the right time
Bye, bye, bye, butterflies
Dear butterflies in my stomach,
Please leave, go out..
cause there's nothing to flutter about
Nobody's that exciting anymore
All rising around for nothing,
They say people come and they go,
But mine seem to sitck like stone
Always around to remember
What I could do better.
They say the best place to be is home.
But what if home is sturdy like bone?
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.
To test my limits and my will. To go on a journey far away. I will find what I need. Although I can't travel far today. Or live for the thrill. This pen and paper make me feel just as freed.
Upon thee arrival of opening heated pearly gates,
Patiently I waited for another chance to make a cool escape.
The shadows and a violet pen provided me with a plain face,
I saw a black bird today
I noticed its beauty
The grace it held, when it flew away
Don't know where it went but I know it was doing its duty
I saw that same black bird again
You may know me, or you may not, but I garuntee, you don't know me at all. Mouth closed, eyes pencil-lead dull, limbs frozen,
I am a paper doll.
Only now,
the living, the loving and the dying
all come together
in this underwater world.
the water clear and transparent
It is painful, you seeTo watch as the peopleI grew up with and underChangeBlur from who they wereAnd not often for the betterIt feels as if my family is a landmassThat is breaking apart
Traveling is what many long for,
To travel when and where you want.
To travel the world is to live free,
To live free, is to live happy.
Happiness is not a destination,
I hear it, my body takes over.My foot uncontrollably leads the way.The beat tapping on my attention like Morse code.
I walk that sleepy path on my journey to knowhere
I tell myself I'm going where life chooses to lead me
My ambition to find this place is beyond my mind
I want to take that pretty someone with me
I am the voice
In the back of your mind
Telling you to make a mental note
Of how your first sip of coffee tastes
The morning before your first day at a new job.
I am the friend
Like unturned gardens,
My familiar voyage pretends,
Courage if you dare,
She falls asleep,
My life is in steps,
And I blow through the seething cold,
I am unto you,
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
A disorder they called it, haha.
More like a misnomer.
I wonder what they think when I tell them.
Some go - that makes sense, others I couldn't tell.
No matter what I write
Behind the screen of doubts
A mental prison of night
Obscured by the formidable shouts
the river rushes past my feet
toes scrape the surface
ice cold
the dirt rushes past my feet
ground is hard with frost
hurry hurry hurry
the tarmac rushes past my feet
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
I will always choose
the simple life.
The path that winds around
the fragrant lilac bushes,
that meanders across
the hillside,
and flows down
through the river valley.
he hands of Time seem at rest,
but with a simple, steady beat they move
toward an eternity unknown
to the world.
Silence made tranquil bliss
shy souls sitting to dismiss
the disorder in their city
they made their own path
I neither love nor care
what they say about me
I am my own
and my own is me
I am the one who will
decide where I go
I am the one who is
traveling this road
I think I might have just been
born of a disease.
A disease where slowly my
flesh peels away
at the slightest remarks.
Where my eyes become to full
and my heart become to weak
Who am I without a filter?
Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image.
Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica.
Before I get my make up and hair just right.
It's a lousy life when you live to die
Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams
In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry
Living inside a slum
Pain's sting starts feeling numb
The world is its imperfections;
Never faltering.
Fading...
Into fixed memories,
The world owes nothing
In our wake.
A whole becomes astray
In the midst of
I will wait at the station
And when the time comes, I will board the train
I will blankly stare out the window
And will listen to my music
When the train reaches the station,
I will get off
His face was like looking at time itself
Everything moving froze in his wake
A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek
As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery
His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
I treasure my heart
It's my beating conscience
It tells me the rght path to pick at the crossroads of my life-
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing.
The silence in my head is painfully loud.
Each cluttered thought makes its own sound.
All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.
Yet me walk in your shoes so I can soften them up so your feet don't touch the hard ground you step on.
The inner person in the busyness of the city streets.
The hearts have not gone too far. No place too far to not be found at all.
We still continue on.
When I look in the mirror at myself I see deeper than what's my image on the surface, When I look in my reflection I am the rain and the sun nothing that can be easily undone, Most see sunshine and a halo in my reflection because I can do nothing
I was born with a heart so Gold
As I grew old, it grew so cold
Through hearbreak and suffering
When I read this and when you do too, you will think... How can I be so stupid to not be able to control this feeling
Sweet black molasses sap,
Spilled from the spicket,
tapped into the forbidden tree,
Danced and fell behind red lips,
Touched and fumbled by pale pink tongue,
A raft in the nightly liquid desert,
It's a journey all the life...
Sometimes for wisdom,
Sometimes for bliss,
Whoever any where I meet,
There is something they have to teach,
Positive or negative both give teachings,
Inside my head
A universe lies
Galaxies far and wide
Farther than can be seen by the eyes.
A planet for my nightmares
A place I never go
All things terrifying in this
Dumping ground, this hole.
Tuve un vistazo del cielo
Exhalo un gran exhalación
Un aleteo en mi pecho
El mano en el muelle y empujón
For a second,People laughFor a second,People shoutFor a second,People cryFor a moment,There is peaceFor a moment,There's a songFor a moment,
The doors of a shuttered house stand closed
You walk up to the desiccated grounds
No true path
No sign of color or vivid life
No way to get past the hound
The world is a swirling ball of chaos
So many people
Rushing about
Not looking up from their job
Remaining blind
Ignoreing the crying child
The lonely man
The woman with bruises
The race we run roils with rigor
Journeying to a peak of revival
Tumbling down a tube of trauma
Crash into the valley
Climbing back out
Little boy don't you see?
This life I live isn't made for you nor me.
For what I carry and for what I hold.
This fixture you have of me, isn't the truth of what I told.
Little boy don't you see?
To those who died, for the things you believed
Do you think the world, has gown from your seed
Has the tree expanded, to its furthest height
Becoming overgrown, even disppearing from sight
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
The deepest crimson adorns
A canvas skin,
Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
My Eyes Are The Seers Of Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
Another iron python hisses
Billows unnatural poisons into the air
Burns passed scarred jungle
Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands
Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
They all stared and laughed as I entered school that day
Teen mom they said with a chuckle and a grin
Ha your life will suck, they repeated again and again
But I ignored the words that brought the pain
Life employs a different meaning to each individual
Is this awakened state of being existence?
Or rather the opposite…
Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
My heart.
The substance that I need to able to live
It guides my decisions
Tells me right from wrong
Shows me the path to take to greatness
Shows me the right person to love
P; the presence you hold in my life
Can it be dictated? Numerated? Determinated?
Not in my eyes.
My words are more than just ink on paperThey are a prayerA silent chronicle of my life through my eyesMore than just simple sighs they areWishes and dreams
Why do we wake up?
Humans are evil .
Humans are dumb.
Humans can think yes.
But only of what suits them best.
Humans walk beside the rest of us.
Forgetting they are the rest of us
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
By the efforts of two and the stomach of one, you were given the gift of life
With expectations that your birth would bring their trying life a new light
Why her? Why me?
Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her?
Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams.
But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
The journey awaits
Get ready to embark
We don’t want to be late
It’s almost time to start
The ship is ready
Strong and tall
It is steady
And sure won’t fall
The world is a dark place
All people are bad
Never trust anyone
We hide behind a mask
Darkness is within us
We must better ourselves
Negativity is dangerous
Light can brighten our soul
I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
Growing up is tough, rough, but I''m learning a bunch.
About Who I am, Who I want to be, and all the new people I meet.
Sometimes I wish my life would all slow down,
I'm becoming a Junior in High School
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
fear i once heard of.
it could damage your life
it could bring you down
it could hinder your mind
fear is not from God it from the devil
Fear distract you from your blessing
fear causes to give up
Having a new life is like finding
love at first sight.
being change is like allowing
yourself to in a hand that
would never fail you.
as my life go on daily i gain more strength
Oh Life, how magnificient, how wondrous...
How you throw forgotton souls unto the precipice,
the precipice of hell; you teach them of love, from the milk
forgiveness is like releasing guilt and hatred in and out your life.sometime forgiveness is a really hard to deal with.you have all type of memorie that hinders your mind.
We all want to be loved
But what is love if we're all blind
Not able to see their mistakes
We think our partner is perfect
I guess we're just too kind
We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:
Life in its many stages represents various shades.
I have a dry ass reality
A reality filled with corridors
And cobwebs
of unrequited dreams
I’m within a dimension
That I can’t fathom
Unsatisfactory
Dissatisfied
Putting on of my hands
I walk a lonely road in the dark
Filled with thorns and thisles
I hear music, see a small light
I am wearing tattered old ripped blue jeans
I am cold
What can you do when you can't take it no more
Like there no place for you to be
Everyone has attack you in so many
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life
The though of failing a grade was a nightmare
It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it
I don't want to be alone
but be apart of something where people can except me for me
Be yourself when some ones looking
be yourself even when no ones looking
Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
Our E.T (Ending Truth)
We are not the only ones,
That’s selfish to think so,
Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up
only to find a solution for me finding my balance again
The countdown of it all.
Months passes into weeks into days.
My mind has been circulating on this for years.
The time has come.
New school, new friends, new enemies.
I hide files of myself into steel vaults
keeping the code to myself
not letting anyone else see
who I am
and what I hide
But only what I pretend to be
In all these years
I still have not come
dad
2 daddy your my superhero
3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there
4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
Are you the person who seats in the back of the class and when someone calls on you
everyone looks back and ask whose that
The reason for my anger is that I'm frustrated
that no one seems to take the time and listen
to many opinions but no real facts
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw that big wave
The water was not normal
But as dark as a cave
It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world.
My Parents tell me one thing
And my friends tell me another.
I watch all the movies.
I thought what I was feeling was real.
What happened to love, live life.
I wonder to myself how you are still here
When thinking of you made me shed tears
Knowing that you might fade away
Wanting you to stay
But then light appears
Brightening the atmosphere
Reach through the crack above your horizons.
Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.
Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
In the midst of moments,
constantly transitioning from one to the other,
we struggle to grip onto time.
Past, future,
simply living in the present.
Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
Chewing nails over broken wishbones.
Wrapping your reflexes around the pills you couldnt swallow.
Discovering how little we rely on ourselfs.
As I ruminate over everything my parents had done for me
I declare in my thought, before it slips, it gets caught
I will repay them back for the hardwork they did so I can be here, now
Who am I?
I ask myself this question repeatedly
An Asylum within my mind
Every room holds some secrecy
Who am I?
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
Life is like a puzzle-- five or six puzzles
Thrown on the floor, the pieces mixed in a whirlpool of peanut butter and swiss cheese
It's confusing as shit
Grammar-- It's more confusing than shit.
Could it be
That what needs to change
Is the fear of change?
When change is abundant it dies
For it becomes an indefinite routine
But what is change if we do it consistently?
I once knew light
it smiled from every corner of the world
it shuttered hopes of happiness
I once felt light
it caressesed my empty soul
made love to a painful heart
I once knew light
Yes
I am that girl
who thought she was everybody
through her infinity scarves and trending combat boots
but really in combat with her inner emotions
the conflicting feelings she thinks no one can comprehend
Stop!Look around.Look at your surroundings.You are in the middle,The middle of your journey.Far enough to see where you came from,But not close enough to see the end.Walk slowly. Why rush ? You don't even know your final destination. Life is not
Hiding in the hallwaysSo no one can see me
Hiding in the hallways But I am who I see
Hiding in the hallwaysA person with no confidenceHiding in the halIwaysis what you made me
I want to be a poet
Write words that people never thought of
Grace the world with ideas that don't come to mind
Question the arts of love
and happiness
Push the notion of pain
Why do i feel like this is my fault when im the only one that trying?
Each one of my relaships slowly dying.
I just want to feel loved but maybe thats asking for too much.
Just once i would like to know a loving touch.
You closed the door in my face when I needed an umbrella
you left me in the rain to wash away
Looking at the mirror what do I see a MONSTER. A person so evil, hopeless, hateful,thoughtless, and weak. A person with a mask she reveal only though the nightmares that creeps though her mind.
I am bittersweet,
Bittersweet and scared.
I am unable to let go
Of all my fears.
Interested in the journey,
But very wary of the road,
I'm worried by upcoming decisions
I trudge through the swamp
Bones aching
Muscles screaming
Drowning in murky waters
Lost among millions.
Take this way to freedom, they chant
Turn your foot to the right.
My ankles snap
The struggle is what makes this such a crazy ride but it has its beauty
Being lost souls—that's our common struggle. In the end pain is what unites
We must think about what inside us ignites
Sitting here, thinking of you, I can't help but look in the mirror of my eyes and think about all the shit I've been through hoping to find a glimpse of happiness and solitude.
Look at me and tell me what you see.
A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.
I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
Dear No One,
There is a tale told that ends happily.
This tale is told with a smile and bright happy eyes.
Dear No One,
There is a tale told of darkness,
this told with many betrayals and lies.
They took me by the hand to the Land of Dreams,
I was young and naive, all I knew was that everyone said everything was better in the U S of A.
The years quickly passed by, years where everything was fine, everything was good.
Wait for him?
More like, waste away for him.
Spend your days on him, just…
waiting for what?
The moment when his nonexistent conscious will speak up
And remind him…
How dare you look at me?
Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be.
How dare you laugh at me?
LIFE
It's a journey, that's what life is,
Many paths to choose from,
The choice is yours, pick wisely and reap rewards,
Or play the ignorant fool,
The point of this is to be heard
Among a crowd, one reads my word
My story and struggle one must listen
It’s hard to explain how life can change
From one sentence to the next.
I’ve never understood how the world can become so different
in such a small interval.
It’s like pancakes,
the way things flip;
Backseat dreaming,
Hands curled lazily into my lap,
Sunglasses resting on my nose,
Headphones on at half blast,
as PR News blares so loud I’m sure the car next to us can hear it.
There’s no foot room.
Life is full of twist and turns
Sometimes you'll be sad
Sometimes it'll burn
It'll be good and bad
Don't think your alone
I'll be there every step of the way
So change your tone
Every star in the sky
Is a different city
Rooftop missions
Summer ambitions
Different paths
Dances before us
Glazing eyes
Filled with wonder
Hope
I have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost.
The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete.
Goodbye..it's time that we part
Here now I leave along with your troubles
So you may stay happy as you've always been
More than you now are the memories precious
When you lie awake at night, do you dream?
Do you dream of blood?
Do you dream of a flood of urine?
Do you dream of a heroine addict?
Do you dream of the old and the young?
Spreading,
It'll never stop.
It's only a matter of time, pop,
He's gone.
In just one blink,
In just one second,
In just one moment,
He's gone.
Cancer,
the one thing I will defeat,
I walk alone, Or so it would seem; But there is One Who is always with me. I hear His voice in the wind; I can hear Him calling, And I hear His footsteps In the leaves falling.
Changing my path for the career of my dreams
it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams
Working full time while taking many a course
and stressing about the great unknown in full force
Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it ..
In the stream called Life, Held by space and time..
What is it, i wonder here..
Its existence, I fear..
I am afraid,and I care..
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
Her mouth is silent
But her eyes scream for help.
She likes to hide,
Hide away the bruises and marks,
Marks over her body
Her heart covered with scars,
I left you by the riverbed
In a place where none can see
I'll never forget what you said
as I watched you drift out to sea
We began our journey together
tethered by our fates
I have experienced flightWings gave me strengthOpportunities floated in the blue skyI reached I walked through fireTemptations beckoned me
Where is it you ask?
Why, to the south
In the place of the things
The things that were seen
By the people.
Do you remember the people?
They came here a long time ago
In carts,
I'm guilty of the long way round.
Too scared to forge a path myself.
I want to speak but make no sound.
I'm guilty of the long way round.
I walk the worn well trodden ground.
My aspirations on the shelf.
If you were to visit my elementary school playground between my 3rd and 6th grade years you could find a
They say write to my hearts consent, or to my thoughts represent, a image or a goal, or till I host a flag on a pole, by which am I writing because it is written, or am I writing because I am different, I see myself as my world but I'm on one, an
As kids, we are brave
if we go down the slide
if we try a new food
if we jump off the high dive
if we don't cry when mom leaves on the first day of school.
As middle schoolers, we are brave
The blue sky
The green ocean
The white sails
The rocking motion
The shining sun
The salt in the air
Her beautiful skin
The wind in her hair
Round and colorful, they play with me
I blow them little, big, they are funny
They dance in a big open space
Some like to pop in my face
Until all that's left are three
The days are passing by
The hours fade into the depths of time
Searching day in and day out
To find that genuine person who knows what I’m about
I don’t need help from my family and friends
Cold like an icicle, melting stories from your brainYou don't know where to go, it's hard and you feel so much pain.
Why walk on the pavement of conformity
When I can enjoy the plush Earth's dewy grass?
Ascending to uncharted skies,
Where the thrill of discovery
Is more than a balloon ride.
Three broken hearts all in one day,
But my love for you still stays.
We are silenced in the depths of darkness.
I pray that someday the barrier will be broken
For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
Life.
It's a journey.
Journey.
It's made worthwhile by love.
Love.
It began with a friendship.
Friendship.
It's a strong bond.
Bond.
Time together that you enjoy.
Enjoy.
Racing around the bustling city
people line the main road that runs for miles
Dodgeing traffic
As mothers and fathers
repetitively drag their kids to school
to go work long
What is expression?
So many types of it and it's all for love
Its a universal language
A gift given by the man above
Endless things that we overlook
Time to put down our defense and destroy our pride
What is expression?
So many types of it and it's all for love
Its a universal language
A gift given by the man above
Endless things that we overlook
Time to put down our defense and destroy our pride
When you go,
will you go slow?
Or maybe fast,
rushing so you won't be last.
Perhaps you don't care,
your only thought is of getting there.
Do you need to be led,
if i could have a starry night, i would.
if i could have a chance to breath the misty air, i would.
if i could dance along the darken path, i would.
the stars are my light and the fireflies are my guide.
Through this tiny journey,
A game as some may call it,
We fall over cracks,
Trip over mistakes,
Fail while achieving,
And make faults within perfection,
But it is just the nature of mankind.
The journeys we travel throughout the years,
Mark us for this lifetime and the next.
Our hope, love, and courage intersect,
Thus making us stronger like our frontiers.
Though my hair is wild and free
I tremble with fear
As I journey across the unexplored waters of the sea
What strange silver monster
Eats at my wrists?
What strange creature
Gnaws at my ankles?
I'm lost within the sweet
Lull of silence in the dark
I fall back into thought and retreat
Escape from the world and embark
Into the journey of introspection
Diving into the deepest depths of me
My words are mine not yours
But I'll share
Lend you my words of courage
Hope
Love
But I wont let you take them
My words are mine but not mine alone there for you to
Just ask
Silence stretches
Between you and iIts painfully quietThe music turned on highTo drown outThe painful truth
I on a pathA journeyToward happiness, love, and prosperityBut this journey is not easyIt is not what it seemI have surpass obstacleI have succumb to the it’s affectTearsLaughterLonenessHappiness On this path I hope I become the person I want to be
shes my best friendi hold her hand when she crieshold her hair when she vomitsrub her back when she needs mehug her when she breaks downand helps her smilei dont know how to deal with emotions
They say suicide
Is a selfish act.
Although I never could fathom why
When it is so difficult to acquire the help one needs
For when problems are spoken
And cold words form in the warm air
The dawn has risen
Look yonder to the west
Point thy feet that way
Towards thy journey's end
When thou has reached
The rolling waves of blue
Look back
A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
Praise and meditation
Tranquility
A walk down the street
Freestyle mobility
Your mind
Even your heart
And your soul
And your body
Are within oneself
God made you
Your body
High,
high is the way,
a slow, smooth continuum unfurls through oil black clouds,
flush as memory, dense as it is tangible.
Your emerald green eyes pause,
Let’s take a journey through time:
An unborn nation,
Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…
Swish, swish, swish…
In search for new territory.
Bang, bang, bang…
Life is like a puzzle
The whole picture is only seen at the end
Piece by piece, moment by moment it builds up
In a second it can be destroyed
After an earthquake you put the pieces back together
Smile or pain
Which will it be
to speak with a voice
or let action take the lead
Should I go south,
through a maze I know around
or should go north
to maze that looks unbound
I felt different as if somehow I seemed to glisten. The air was cold but I was warm. I was a light in the darkness. My eyes were closed, but i refused to open them. I was alone but I didn't feel alone. Everything felt perfect.
Everyone always wonders,At some point or another,What I am thinking about.Truly, if they knew what went onUp there in my noggin,I'd pity them greatly;No one should have to seeWhat it is I have seen.
I'm just walkingOn an adventure you might sayThrough day & night Who knows what I might find?We may just be lost in the wildWhere the wild things are What do we know?
The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
Cigar smoke,
possibly from Belgium,
wafting through the air.
Children’s laughter;
the chime-like sound
of babbling brother and sister, perhaps.
A thin silhouette
I Remember
My exploration of limericks, stanzas started
at poets drawn from shavings of high ambition.
Fragmented dreams, misplaced desires
etched with ink onto my Incomplete storyboard.
From the swish and sway of the
trees to an unknown beat
To the rhythmic sounds of traffic
progressing down the street
My ears are alert and my fingers
We push through fear and gain self confidence.
Along this path of life we all must face.
Hard days and good days we trek on forward.
Awaiting our destiny and writing our own story.
I needed it.
Release.
You know, let go.
Be gone.
Release.
Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems
Flush out my feelings
Bequeath my body with boldness
Surrounded by darkness, there stood a man; Owen
Face to the sky, wondering why, oh yet again
For as he gazed toward heaven
There manifested, by his side, a brightness
Formed in beauty, she was ageless
The end of the road is coming near
Get back on my own two feet
And walk away from fear
Fear that I wont ever make it to the top of the world
And put my worries aside
And climb that mountain
In some ways we were journeymen on another mission
We were all apprentices searching for some new edition
Of our lives.
In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest
What is writing,
Is it life?
Immortalized in strokes
of pen and keyboard?
Is it the author,
proudly displaying scars?
Dripping ink-ridden blood
all over used-to-be-white pages?
JImble gets aboard on the big fluffy puff,
Snowy white as the clouds;
As he flies high he yells "good-bye!"
Because nobody else was aloud.
Looking high towards the heavens, he trick-ley smiles,
Life took his leave
Optimism stabbed me in the back
Perseverance didn't want to stay
and Pride just seemed lost.
all that was once whole
now laid in bits and pieces
damaged and near impossible to fix
Oh, how hopeful is the statement what if.
Looking into his eyes, thinking what if.
Laughing together, believing in what if.
Holding his hand someday – oh what if.
Walking down the aisle above the clouds of what if.
Though you see,
To find is another matter.
Wanting hearts not filled overnight.
The journey continues,
Hope still abounds in us.
A search has demanded answers,
They will be owned, Oh Perseverer.
When I was young, I saw the world
Through glasses lined with
sparkling pearls.
Shaded blush and tinted rose,
Where everything was good as
gold.
But later when it faded light,
When the world around you closes in, go find the Whipperen.
When everything seems difficult, search for the one you must consult.
When life is hard and course as gravel, go down the road through which few travel.
Although the tunnel isn't so dark
My heart is still empty
Soon I will embark on a journey
That will take me away,
Away from my current darkness
It will change my view
And lighten my mood
He departed his wife with sorrow in his soul
for he knew that he had to go
the journey that he had to make
to see if he could finally wake
He traveled long and far from home
(poems go here) Blinding winds
Separate from all others,
Put out your arms
Try and find the end
The goal
The howl
Filling your head, steeped in whirls of thought
The cold presses in
How could I ever forget that day? Her eyes beaming bright, a fire kindling in her heart, and a boundless energy to inspire, all stared back at the seven of us in the floor length mirror.
As exposed to the perils of the world
Thus, we begin our journey.
I love this part of the journey:
Of nodded heads and friendly shoulder pats
Of friends met by dawn
And normally a friend ill-met by moonlight
I thought I knew the road and where it leads;
I came upon the fork and felt so sure,
Until the trees in shade began to tease;
My confidence was shook, I closed the door.
My heart is closed and locked, I am afraid;
In my time of need, words rushed me
Incoherent and strangled words
Fearful and swarming in my mind
So I took them into my hand
And stuffed them into my pocket
They became scattered and sullied
