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Dear black brothers and sisters,
Dear Dayja, Why do you float on strangers' opinions of your success When your own thoughts determine how you progress You've been through the fire When lust became his desire
Everything I need Is contained in my actions. To be different Unique Stand out from the crowd. I cannot live without The differences I make In myself And in others.
'98, 17 Man I’m only 17, But there's people always pushing me to do great things,
They say He is not allowed in my life They say He is not real He is not worthy He is not gracious He is not kind
I may not be what you envisioned That perfect porcelian doll. It wasn't my decision
There is no human “norm” Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin, You’ll hear future melodies Where people dance euphorically exhausted Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
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
It uplifts me to know I have beauty on the inside and out
What uplifts me? Such a simple question But difficult to answer What does it mean? "What inspires me?
Feeling upbeat like the rhythm of pop
Often i find myself staring at the stars, and glazing upon the moonKnowing that theres more upon the world than we could ever knowCan it be the glazing stars that gives me hope to dream
I love you. I can’t believe that you for some crazy reason love me too. I just wanted to write this to say thank you Thank you for what you’ve done in my life And what you did on that cross.
Life. Wrap me up in it. Feed me it by spoon. Or drown me in it. Just, leave me to submerge. I'll be fine. Just...Let me be. Let me live. I'm under lock and key,
Never have two words uttered hurt me more Than when I heard them say, "bless you" Words that held me more than I deserved Whispering in my ear with spurn and commune
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows, then surely I can make a change If salmon somehow stagger homeward, surely I can stay the course If men have trekked the might of mountains, surely I can rise above
Chardae Prevo Septemeber 19, 2013 Innocent Heart
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release, I write to not feel. I write to express feelings that I know are real. I write when I'm confused, I write when I'm alone, I write when there's no one but myself at home.
Why I write The externalization of my internal fight My words take flight What I convey not always a delight The emotions are real, Flashing before your eyes Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed And at times I even desired death My feelings were strong and extreme It was the consequence Of trials and times That clearly took a toll on me
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
Why I write is simply so when my words sprout wings and take off into my soul my mind and spirit filled with dismay writing is the ticket as I take on the soul train Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature they must invest in themselves. In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words put together in rhymes and stanzas. It’s more than a couplet Or even iambic pentameter. To me it iss utter expression. A way to scream and shout
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
Knees bent as you take your mark. You know that feeling when you forget and wash away and race across that finish line and the ribbon breaks. Then suddenly you come back to life.
Poetry is fluid Poetry is right Poetry is life Poetry is fight Poetry is fun Poetry is truth Poetry is ... Expressing you
Poetry helped destroy the Berlin Wall. Poetry encouraged Allied nations to liberate all decent prisoners off the Holocaust’s downfall.
Why do we write? Why does poetry exist? "Poetry is useless" Well this world is fruitless These words I speak, type, write my only sense of light Our only way to fight
A wonderer -- A wanderer -- Imagine it! To be. Where you adjust your frame of mind to fit your every piece. And every patch you thought was waste? And shard that pricked and screeched?
Poetry, How I express my feelings, My love, My Pain, My thoughts, It gets me through the tough times, And guides me to the happy ones, It is my stress relief, My shoulder to cry on, My Love, My Addiction, Such a simple word, Is "Poetry", But its p
If I cannot speak, the writing will do it so As I write my chapters of life, words can let you know One moment I feel like dropping the pen But I hold onto it and keep going again.
POETRY... A VERBAL WINDOW TO THE SOUL WHEN THE EYES ARE CLOSED POETRY TO ME HAS MORE VALUE THAN ANY RARE STONE OR GOLD I SPILL THESE WORDS FROM MY MIND AND YOU'LL SEE MY STORY UNFOLD
When You Have a Big House or When You Have Only Greens In your wallet You Don’t See the Real’s and Fakes Of Both Life and Wealth
AMBITION OVERWHELMS ME THE MOTIVATION TO DO BETTER EMPOWERS ME MUSIC IS THE PASSION DEEP DOWN WITHIN MYSELF THAT HAS NO PROBLEM EMERGING TO BLESS OTHERS MUSIC THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE THAT INSPIRES ALL
The being is away from spirit. Spirit never leaves. Being is always spirit.
Your eyes full of tears, a mind full of fears A mistrusted love leads you to doubt everything you hear Feeling played, betrayed, wanting to end your days Thinking why didnt I see this coming a mile away