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You might have days where you might feel like you have a heavy rain cloud that is about to let loose, Nothing seems to go your way, You have the power to choose what your future is going to be like,
Alone is false Do not use it Not here Not ever   I am Alone By subtracting my friends By subtracting my family
Focus Misdirected                                  They won’t like me they don’t care  they look upon my person  and see nothing  as if I am not there.    The fear of rejection
You’re the sweetest melody playing within. The thumpy-thump in the midst of my heart. The soothing, mellow tune lulling me to sleep While I lie quietly, still, listening in the dark.  
(This is a Persona Poem for Min Yoon-Gi)   An inspiration, that’s what we’ll call my life path. The melody still rings in my ear when I hear their claps. The melody that plays now,
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
I wake up knowing that I don't have to worry anymore about whether or not I am loved by someone. When the sun would shine its rays through my blinds, I would look away in fear of witnessing another day alive.
                                                                      Depression is  Depression.Now, don't act like I haven't gotten your attentionI've been there beforeBut now I am here to open a brand new doorMost people, you see, most people, w
Okay so you are drunk again But this time you let your heart stay in bed it's your brain here surprisingly enough so listen up You have potential  A part of Newton's Cradle Right now is just the start
I am the lust child of a rock and a sad place  They go by depression and self-destructive tendencies They make loud love in the darkest crevices of my mind
Often, I find myself beset by blues, Often, I see such lunacy. Often, I find myself seeing interviews, Often, I see people as crazy. Often, I find myself depressed by the news, Often, I see insanity.  
Waking in the morning in a country that is free. Smiling in the mirror because you are blessed to be healthy. Looking up above to see a roof over your head,
Applause from the crowd, Our voices ringing so loud. Music is my joy.
Ideas stream inside my mind, The purposed ones- They retain pride. Never, no, no never die. Barricaded by the sheets Upon my mattress, intention sleeps. Caffeine laughing from upstairs,
Not a word they saidUnspoken words hung aboutPain inside but smiling withoutShe said goodnightAnd away she wentHe asked her to stayTo explain why she leftBut inside she was simply falling apartFeeling nothing is not what they sayNothing is so much
"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." -Mark 11:24
There's this thing called beauty. It's something you were taught when you were youngerand your mother, or your father, or your grandmother would say"you're beautiful."And you believed them.
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
My Mother's Day gift was Hodgkin's Lymphoma. They say it was the chemotherapy and radiation treatment that saved my life. But they're wrong.     It was the meals that were brought to my shocked family
looking back reflecting  I find that so much is sad sounds so much happy tinged with regret so morose my words have been so here is joy: unconstraineduncontrollableallconsumingjoy
  I’m just a kid from the ghetto I’m not perfect I’m not like those white people I see on tv. Straight up. See where I come from
I am enough. Despite what society tells me, in terms of beauty and body and being, I am enough. Even though traditional values say my skin’s too dark,
I used to be fragile. As light as a feather. As delicate as a dandelion.   I used to be lost. So unsure of everything. Never knowing which road was better to take.   I used to be afraid.
Wild hair, breezy air even my thoughts can take me there. seagulls cry, time flys by in the distance, I hear the tide. Long, crazy grass glittering sea glass. 
I will never be perfect. I will never be flawlessly beautiful, Nor unprecedentedly romantic. I will never dance with stars in my eyes, And I will always have a reason to apologize. But among all of this,
I’d forgotten what happiness was like,he’d hurt me and left me in the dark.Pain was etched in my soul,and anger swallowed my heart.The tears I cried were for loss, because I didn't know it was a gain.
Our sun is bright and shining above Earth's grass is green and soft like a glove
Riots all across different towns, everywhere you look you see dirty frowns You look at a world filled with sadness, but do you succumb to madness
A kid who just wants to be heard Someone who wants success Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed They don't know the pain, the problems Of always wanting to be the best His parents are proud of him
Free From everything I used to be                      Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me   I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
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
Sometimes in life we have to say no, Not to be mean, but just to live as we go No to somethings that we ask for, No to someplaces we want to go No to things you should not do And all the other stuff too.
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
Sometimes, I get tired of white men on screens I get tired of being told to care about what they believe I get tired, of no one listening   My voice is loud How do they so easily turn the dial down
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned No matter your agreement or concern Poetry can be written by anyone No matter by paper or touge Your reason or cause
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
I may not be what you envisioned That perfect porcelian doll. It wasn't my decision
That feelining of...the cool waters, light blue wave, a tall glass filled with water, the clarity of the water, the warmth of the water, jumping into the water, the coolness on your body, the burning on your body,the water moving around you, the
Hashtag “no filter” Hashtag “no edit” Dear valencia and sierra I owe you the credit   Blurry pictures Red eyes And blemishes galore Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face I'm not that small forehead lucky individual I'm that five forehead cutie Is it okay? Is it okay?
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy. Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Fresh out the shower Kinky curls so soft and bouncy Flowing everywhere as it dries Creating a giant afro of curls   I look in the mirror and lather on lotion I get dressed and grab my phone
Being flawless isn't always easy. To achieve true beauty, you must believe that you can do whatever you set your mind to. I never let myself see the downside of my dream. You work hard, you smile at every
I try to control myself But the temptations are hard My thoughts are to strong My mind is long gone   I try to control myself But not when everyones there My eyes see all wrong 
College what a magical place.
When I close my eyes
There I was Here I am Now I’m there Now I’m gone How can I tell who I am? Each day a new me is born. So sorry, There is no answer to who I really am Just one to who I’m not
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase? It was like for every picture of their face that they posted The hashtag was "no filter" Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
We are skin  We sweat, we breathe We sing, we dance  We laugh, we love  But we are skin  Painted Exposed Vibrant  And soft  We are judged  Not by the likeness of heart 
life is not perfect, now isn't this true and believe it or not neither am I or you but perfection is not everyones dream friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield, Hidden from reality, We can still detect the truth if we were to peel, Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality 
Get up in the morning Straighten your hair Put on lipstick You can’t shop there   Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
They left you a piece of coal Take revenge by becoming a diamond And no diamond can be made without pressure. After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
See I have no filter, because I declare to be remembered,
I am like a man, flawed and broken, left on the hot sand to fry and crisp like a token. The shell created by social brutality falls away to reveal the shining soul climbing through harsh reality,
I walk on this lonely road
You Can​'t Break Me   I will Make Me Stronger Than I've Ever Been 
Start the day working. Whether it is on a car Or on a drawing. I work untill it is done.
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand I became my own friend and my own enemy I used my heart, my mind, and soul Death talked to me I shut him down I healed my wounds I only grew stronger
No pimple or pill popping Yet so beautiul the world's stoping Overweight and in the hood Smiling as much a could, because I can. Comfort over style Voice ringing for miles Feeling the haze of
Most of us defined by flaw use harmful words that make us fall   But have you ever stopped to think that instead of these flaws making us sink   They make you who
I feel like crap In the mirror you can see The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep With dark circles surrounding my eyes I feel like I could cry   Makeup can’t be seen in sight
I am flawless, though not everyone knows I am flawless, doesn't it already show? the media may try to convince otherwise
She is alive
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
Flawless wierd word twisted meaning im flawless because of my flaws  the one every one notice
I am fighter and a leader; an encourager and movement starter. I was rescued from depression
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty. I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
When I wake out of bed, I see a young girl dressed in red. Her brown wavy hair in a bun, Atop her head. Olive skin, and big brown eyes Full of honor and pride.
  So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today? And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay No. I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
You want me to tell you why I’m Flawless. Flawless, having no errors or mistakes;
Never did expect, for it to give up but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream; wishing my pancreas would wake up with Me and realize I still needed it.   But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Gems and Dimonds and most of the lot are smeared and bruised  by life's dirty plots so thus we gems  so thus we diamonds work from dust to bring new light  we are not perfect
What makes me Flawless? Is it the clothes I wear, The shoes, my face, my hair, No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME my personality, my mind, my story,
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am I try to hide my true self I'm scared to show everyone who i really am I question  if i'll be excepted So i just stay to myself
Flawless, What does it really mean? Some perceive it as perfection, Or what they see on TV screens.
I'm perfectly and wonderfully made  
I wake up to a sea of white. Is this what society is preparing me for? Being marginalized as "that black girl".  I expected more.    Perhaps my standards were too high,
Wild Nappy Untamed and uncombed "A bird's nest" "A hot mess" "Mutt hair" Is what it's been called. The curls of a biracial child Is a snowflake in the winter
   From the Clothes that I were To the style of my hair There a smile on my face  That has no disgrace True me  What I always want to be  From the sweet sound of my voice 
I can accept my mistakes Just as easily as I bake cakes. I can always move forward with my life, Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.   To bond with creatures Is not only in my nature,
I need to be flawless, For if I am not, I no longer wish to be here, If I allowed myself to become, You, Then I am no longer flawless, But I am, I am Me, Me, is a special word,
"Up from the ashes"
Flawless doesn't mean perfect, We let celebrities and athletes define it for us. Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws, You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
Beauty is skin deep For some that may be true For others its not how they look
Consciousness is the art of being aware of one's existence.
Hope: It’s mentioned almost every day, Tossed around in conversation like a boat at sea, Its true meaning unknown.   Hope can be seen as a bird by one And a pen by another.
I was taught That no matter what happens I would never be "flawless". I was TAUGHT  That who I am Makes me flawed. I WAS TAUGHT That being exactly who I am Was unacceptable.
Im sometimes wrong, but I'm always right sometimes I win, when I refuse to fight Im not perfect , but who is? I'm gonna change the world with my words of encouragement  see, look at me. short bubbly and kind
Perfect in the eyes of others; Flawed in the eyes of the mirror. I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
There are times when I feel ugly, not good enough, angry, upset, hateful, but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness, enthusiasm, feeling better, good enough,
Expressing how I feel sometimes confuse me a great deal Can I understand myself? Or better yet can you? I dont always say what I feel But when I do I keep it real Anywhere any place
  Secrets to my Flawless: The Real Flaw  
If  I cry or if I'm down My resillence picks me back up My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger My confidence is not found in a cup When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong" and that just does the trick
I may be short, but oh, do these legs make me stand tall. These legs, yes, MY legs give me the strength to do as I choose. And how I appreciate these wonderful creations God has given me
Wake up feeling FLAWLESS.  Fierce, Living day by day with no fear.
Dear Motivation,   
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . .   Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . .   Get sister, get home, get sleep. . .       Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls. Overpriced makeup. It Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
French vanilla is what they see of me and has always viewed me as lack of sun is what they may say but African American is me all the way the background of my family is what I would
Your feet are too big Your feet are too small Your legs are too thick Your legs are too thin Your butt is big Your butt is small Be who I am   Your tummy is so flat
You (Flawless) She wakes up and starts her day Gets in the car and goes to school Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
Beatuiful girl, who sits up high in the sky. Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs. Beatuiful girl, who sits up high in the sky. Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
It's true no one is perfect. But everyone can become Flawless. I'm flawless in my own way. I am Fanatical. I am Loyal. I am Accepting. I am Whimsical. I am Lovable. I am Enthusiastic.
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel , and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
The magnificent richness that is the human experience would lose part of it charm if there wasn't limitations to surpasr. Climbing to the top wouldn't be half as splendid if there wasn't a dark obstacle filled valley to go through.
Living is wanting more,always more; Wishing, not for appetite,but for illusion. Oh illusion, this is the signal of life; Love,that is life. Loving till you can give yourself for what you love.
To those who look nothing seems extraordinary a standard face, two eyes a nose, high cheek-bones
they look at her with big bright eyes little do they know she rages inside they look at her like she's an angel sent from above little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
Why should I change..
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes. I believe you are what you think you are... Self-fulfilling prophecy
Today the world seems incomplete,
I see myself as people see me
The cleanest face, the whitest smile, the brightest eyes.
Flawless is just a word or so they say.  There is no perfect women or man.
I look in the mirror and I love what I see 
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.  The media shows us that we are  inferior, That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
That's me,I'm confident.
I Dont Do That!
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
Verse 1: Why do I fall when I stand why do I sink when I swim and why when I try these things never go as planned when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong. I want to be pretty. I want to be heard. Someone will always have what we want, but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own. I always thought, and thought.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
My portfolio Is my best friend. My portfolio Is my worst enemy. My portfolio Will help me pass Financial Lit. class.
The life we live, we never asked for since the day we was born we was assigned a book and everyday starts off on a blank white piece of paper called a page and every big event is a new chapter
He is the world to me, Yet he is so much more to me No one could imagine such a lovely face He's just so beautiful in so many ways "There's nobody like you girl" I'm just so glad that he came into my world
I won't change my ways Living is meant to make flaws But I'll grow from mine    
When in life, In times of strife, One must be a leader.   Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak, Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
She rides the bus every day to school, and people tell her she is uncool. Every day she eats lunch with the teacher,
Finally realizing I'm imperfectly perfect.
Delicate as a flower, precious as gold. Pure in heart, blossoming white as snow. A mother's first born is a flawless love. To have and to hold, to fly away like a dove. Family by fate,
There are little ple
People will hate on other people They will put them down and make them feel like nothing Just because they don't look a certain way or dress a certain way
A friend is somebody
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy  I stand in the absence of men. Fears of course are not lacking And regrets I continue stacking. Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
Life has its ups and downs as you know Things can make me sad and they can make me happy Yet I want to be uplifted. Perfect euphoria is within my reach when: I stand in the clearing of a snow-cloaked forest
Raise my hand to the sky and watch the Earth carry my soul acros the dancing flowers that make us all feel whole.   Wind caressing her ebony skin. Holding hands in a dream of multiple drawings
You are quickly blinded by light, as your ears are blasted by noise. It even dazzles during the night, and captures you in its joys'.   The city never sleeps, as Frank Sinatra once said.
These are some of the things I miss, Stuff I took for granted; like a good night kiss.   Or last May I wish you were here to see me play!
The wonderful trees And the beautiful bees Are part of our Exciting Earth.  
Behind my “I could kill a man” exterior I am bubbling with little joys Happy thoughts and events like counters At Disneyland filing in and through On their quest to experience some joy  
Looking down, over the edge, see the effort you’ve put in and how far you’ve made it. Standing high above the rest Each breeze flushing out stress from the mind Each breathe restores
Given up is just too easy  Call me a stalker for wanting my dreams  those dreams into Reality
Uplifting? You want to hear about Something uplifting? That's something That's supposed to Make you feel good, make You dietarily regular, make you Want to eat yogurt and dance on
I was brought into this world My mother, mothered me most delicatley My father loved me with all his heart As they love me so They protected me like a pack of wolves I was a part of them
Running is a cruel and grueling sport. Many look at those who run and think we're crazy
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam. Bind them into your eternal paradise. Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind. Craft velvet wings from jewels.  Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
Winter is a slippery time for walking My clunky boots skate along the ice The temperature is chillingly shocking On this adventure, I’ve only fallen twice   Spring blooms of bright scented flowers
Smiling is contagious, You catch it like the flu. When a person smiled at me today, I began to smile too. I passed around the corner, And a man saw my grin. When he smiled I realized,
Warm humbling nights after rain,quiet mornings when the day is brand new - 
The light creeps through the blinds
Someone may ask What uplifts you You may say something obvious Summer, friends, food, family, your significant other But rarely will a person ever answer, life
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so. We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
Open your eyes to the world around you, See what others refused to view.   Don't worry about picking up the pieces, They will all fall back together at the creases.  
The colorful flowers The tiny sprinkles of a morning shower. The good news on the news without any new fueds. The smiles on the other peoples faces, even with those nasty hurtful braces.
I find my smile in a round ball. I kick it and chase it throughout the halls. On game day my stomach churns but I know I will not fail. No one else is up to my scale. Scoring goals and winning games that is what makes my day a little less lame.
The Thump Thump of my heart of which I cannot surpress my emotions,
The thing that makes me happy, more than anything else, is the ship that never sinks, we call it friendship.   Though many things happen, Good and Bad, Friendship will always last,
What is love? Love is humanity's magic, Love is life's essence. What is love?
Will you come charging in 
A dream:Alive, wind skimming my faceOxygen ripening within my lungsI am outsideRunning among the lives of everyoneThe world, a reverse cementary People, not yet in loving memoryBut in living memory
School, with that one word you see people cringe, And during school you see people become unhinged. But, I'm here to tell you about the amazement of school and how not to be a tool. School is full of memories
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
How to be demonstrative of positive? I suggest gladness is an evocative, And through a consequence of the causative; a presence of your highest prerogative.   It’s rare to find care in a world of unfair.
I am from the swimming pool, From water soaked concrete and slippery blue tiles I am from a hole in the ground Lined with cement and filled to the brim with cool water I am from the stands
Being drug-free is uplifting. Being drug-free has impacted me. Now I have my life back and strive not to lose it again; Too bad along the way I lost many a friend. I am no longer dependent. I am free.
There are good days, and bad,But we can't always feel sad,Cruelty makes us mad,But kindness and warmth makes us glad.
I refuse to let you go
The whispers chirped all through the air, The trotting deer, the hopping hare. They moved with swiftness that was so divine, But then nature settled into one dismal line.
If I were to hug JesusAll my pain would go away
Always sitting in the back I wonder when the teacher will notice That I don't slack. The title of "AP student" should not be put on plack . I struggle.  All the homework that the teacher stacks
            I, personally, have a love for larger dogs because I’ve always grown up with them and my volunteer position at the SPCA allows me to express my passion for animals.
Darkened in the sun Like dried up raisins Sun dried our roots Plucking our knowledge of heritage
It’s Crazy How People Can Remember The Time They Had Spent With People More Than They Can Remember The Answers To An Exam. I Guess We All Know What We Cherish The Most...   I Knew A Guy ,
If only we could put the lonely girl with the lonely boy Fix the hurt Make the used feel less like a toy …………………………………………………………………..
Sometimes making you feel like a prisoner, sometimes making you feel set free. Sometimes making you feel like a criminal, sometimes making you feel like a king.
Sunshine rains down on me I laugh. I smile The breeze tickles me Peace. Happiness Air moves hair across my face
The Little Astronaut   The sorbet horizon slowly faded away Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
Living life in blissHappy to live like thisNothing taken for grantedI've got everything I've ever wanted
What is freedom? Is it the light I see in this dark place? Is it just a word, or do I give the meaning to it? Is it the feeling of floating freely in poisonous water? 
If I found a way heaven Would you follow close behind Would you never turn back to face A world we left behind   What if it was a mistake Would you hate me 'till the end
Anger is pointless Anger can thrill Anger is useless  Anger can kill   Anger is consuming Consuming like hate Consuming your soul Consuming your fate   Stay calm and breathe
Be courageous. A single moment can Free and ignite a lifetime. Doors can be blown wide from Rash, unadulterated bravery. A mere minute can birth A new universe of opportunity.
  Hang on. Hang on tightly. Don’t let go. It’s too far down for you who have come so far, so hang on.
Skipping rocks on a still pond not knowing the depths or how long as it breaks the cool surface it sinks into a rink of uncertain getting knocked down wave after wave
Take off your glasses Before another second passes Exchange them for rose colored lens The world proably bends from negativey to creativy I bet you gained a different perspective
Born looking “white” Grew up looking “bright” Born to be a gift Grew up on feelings I could not lift Born to be beautiful Grew up to be judgmental
If we were meant to die Then we would never live. If we were meant to take Then we would never give. If we were meant to be alone Then we would never love If we were meant to go to Hell Then we would never look above.
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