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Who am I? That's a loaded question.
We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
Alone and isolated inside my head, I begin to wish that I was dead.
Fuck this life. I feel like I've already done this twice while overpaying the price. Well isn't this nice...
Do you ever have that dream that doesn't let you sleep?Leaves red marks in your eyes,And a bad taste on your teeth?But, for some reason, no one understands
Afraid to ask for counselAfraid of what they'll sayAfraid of being torn againAfraid of being away
Steady is not my emotionsSteady is not my heartSteady like the wind which isSteady not from the start
Rendezvous with the MoonMy Moon.Conquer me. Devour me. Rip me to shreds.Come pour your radiance through my window,Come crawl in my bed.Come toy with my emotions,Come play with my head.
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean?
Every time I'm havin fun time flees,
Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave.
Mr. Clock, your hands are evil,
They control me in every way.
I am a piece of meat.
One that men stare hungerly ready to devor with hunger.
I am a piece of meat
"Ayo Cuz Scrap These Drugs!"
I Dont Play That.
I Think Not While I Wear My Thinking Cap
"Stop Playing Cuz Take These Drugs,Roll em Up And Catch A Buzz"
That Was My Man
I Showed Him I Can Stand Up For Myself
I am not a poet.
I only wrote and read poetry in my English classes.
It is beautiful, no doubt,
To express your words through writing,
You function, I function,
Robots to the requirements of the world, we are.
Expectations as well as realizations.
We break, our mind reaches far.
That unexpected change in fate
Midnight coffee, stay awake.
Numb from the knees down to my feet
Will I die tomorrow or am I slowly getting defeated from the inside out?
Doctors don't know what's wrong
Can't understand what's happening
It hurts? Of course
We build up speed, we build up speed
What we want, we say we need
This is our nation's newest creed
That when we reach the highest billing
We simply raise the debt cieling
We know no need, we know no need
Money is here money is there money all around but in reality money is nowhere. My mom cant work my dad is hurt our once saved up money is now a pile of dirt.
Me Vs. You
Why must you walk round here; head hung high as if you’re proud of what you did back then and even during my time
Life is sometimes rough
but everything happens for a reason
always make sure to be yourself
Open your mind and your imagination
strive to be better than the norm
strive to be different and make a difference
Life is sometimes rough
but everything happens for a reason
always make sure to be yourself
Open your mind and your imagination
strive to be better than the norm
strive to be different and make a difference
When I was 14, I was told that my name sound "too black."It didn't match my personality.I acted "too white," "not ghetto enough,"As if me being black didn't quite fit into their scripted reality.
i love you because you make me happy
i hate you because you left
i love you because you make feel secure
i hate you because you have him now
i love your smile
the way you say my name
i love you because you make me happy
i hate you because you left
i love you because you make feel secure
i hate you because you have him now
i love your smile
the way you say my name
Life is something i find myself thinking,
yet i don't have much of an inkling,
of what i might really be thinking.
My thoughts sway and shift,
dwell and jump,
yet never stop.
Life is a universe,
Everyday we try and find a new reason to stay.
Passing train signs that promise us a way out of our own minds
Trying to skip boulders as if small stones,
We take refuge in our sleep,
We let our eyes close.
Hey little buddy, it's just you and me.
There's nothing to be afraid of, be happy be free.
Don't worry about the others,
They don't know you're here.
I'll protect you from the monsters,
If my Head is up there
a part of the clouds,
then let the words that come out my Mouth,
be the first droplets of a Storm.
Storms can flood towns,
clearing away rust and rubble
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,
Weather it's on your tombstone
Or your way of living!
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take.
Violins hum when I open my eyes.
And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf
So all I can see is you
In all your simple beauty.
I saw the shapes and shadows of cars driving by and the golden brown grain of the
exit door shining in the light. I would've considered how heavy his weight was
I was entranced by the
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
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.
Did I grow too fast?
Was it suposed to be this way?
Youth is a state of mind.
Yet we dwell on the physical.
We are an embodiment of the costant reminder that we are nil.
How do you say freedom in a language you can understand?Freedom from a bondage foreign to my warrior heartWe are a goddess forged by hips that would break you
Darling, when did the blurry claims manipulated youto focus on distorted idea of perfection?You started noticing the smallest flaws
Abused Never More
Never look into your eyes,
don't talk to anyone,
stay at home at all times,
Seven Billion people.
With over 200,000 births every day.
How are we supposed to know who we will be?
Let the rain fall down,
And wash away these feelings
The doubt, the loathing, the constant questioning.
Life is too short, to let this society strip me,
Of the values and virtues I tend to cling to.
Hate
This disgusted feeling
For another human being
So wicked
For a man who didn't mean a damn thing
If you want love honey, go love yourself
But instead you chose to spread your legs
My tender body—anguished and ailing—
Fighting drug addiction
Is stuck in a dreaded destination,
A place where people lose themselves,
Where yearnings go unanswered.
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
Trapped inside your own mind, wanting to die but your body is willing you alive. You know you need sleep, but even if you get a wink, you know your mind and the memories that creep.
You really want to know what makes me tick?
This guy I know; he acts like a prick.
Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks
Doesn't consider thinking before he speaks
If I don't hold you down who will
What if I don't hold your hand when you're ready to quit
I'm thankful for you mom
You always say you love me
You always make me calm
And wipe my tears so I can see
I am a high-class Charlestonian.
Reside in a mansion right down the street,
you know the name, Trad House.
Famous in all its history, my priceless humble abode.
Walking through a field of radiant flowers
Observing the full autumn trees that tower
Little critters hop on by
All the way down to the riverside
The ground becomes a blanket beneath
I am not a poet, but I write to be heard. I write.
I write with knowledge. I write with power. I write with conviction.
I write to be free. I write to lose myself and time and the world.
My 87 grandmother has been through a lot.
She’s had five different cancers,
Multiple tumors, intestine troubles, and a stroke.
She lost all control of her body, time after time.
But she never gave up.
Picture-perfect moment was today.
Endless happiness was today.
Good -bye pain, good-bye Hurt was today.
A moment derived from love.
My Happy Place is where I have friends, books, sports, and music.
It is usually general like that but sometimes it is specific.
It all depends on how I feel at the time and who is involved.
I'm a victim to the violence that has been brought upon me by men
And all I ask is what happened to all of the gentlemen
What gets me inspired?
Damn, I don't really know.
I guess this prompt has been eye opening, though.
I'm just sitting here with some writer's block,
If I ever do anything creative I'll go in to shock.
The idea of sex
In the air everywhere
Billboards and signs and t.v. too
Are all too much and make me puke
“Sex sells” someone says,
But don’t they know
It’s dangerous?
Sex blurs the line
I fear faults
But only in myself
Because there are certain qualities
A person should not be
So leaving me with dosages of empathy
Paired with a default of submissiveness
Leaves me with black eyes
Religion is
more powerful
than your government’s
atomic bombs.
Mamas and papas
drag their kids
behind them
down the rows
of pews worn by
years of futile prayers.
I hope you dream and you make those a reality. I hope you read all the books you can imagine. I hope you go on adventure after adventure. I hope you make countless friends and forgot about any enemies you may encounter.
Spittle flies in my face.
I stare him down. He glares at me.
"You don't know anything!"
Shouts he, veins throbbing on his brow.
"Not all people with guns are killers,
"Not all guns will be used for harm,
If I could be heard,
I would say listen.
Listen to the lost voices
And to those who cannot catch their breath,
The ones too terrified to scream,
We feel the need to change ourselves.
Rearrange ourselves.
Our features and faces, we wax and we tweeze
Applying the colorful goos and powders as we please.
And why? In the name of those around us.
I am suffering from a black plague,
Though the symptoms are very vague.
My air comes in rattled breaths,
A squeezing constriction in my breast.
My stomach feels heavy and contorted,
look up at the sky, what do you see?
a big crescent moon facing straight towards me
its big, its bright, its so pretty
No matter the form, color, or shape.
Love is not defined through all the red tape.
Who are we to tell another who they can and cannot love?
Counselor: How bout we start by you telling be about yourself
ME: *sigh*
So where do it start?
Your construction is simple and your purpose transparent,
Your design lacks sophistication, and your identity is apparent.
You are not cherished china or the popular monthly mag,
Pools of blood
encroach the den,
the mother whimpers
when she realizes her son is near-dead.
Lifeless, pale, motionless on the floor,
in his own waste, crumpled to the core.
Needles of misery
Poetic essay
Before I write a poem,
I think.
Every day,
A child is born from imagination.
Every night,
A child is put to sleep inside inspiration.
I am not
a junkie, a dead beat, a loser
I am not
a pot head, a lush, a crack head, or pill popper
I am not
a boozer, a drunk, a tweeker, a bum
Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me?
Can’t you see?
Because of YOU
My childhood consisted of empty promises, nothing but air bubbles.
Should have saved yourself the trouble.
It’s not that I don’t remember
Or that I even forgot
It’s just that I need to move on now
With school
With work
With friends
With family
With my life
Society is a mess
We have boys turning into men
In a society that says
It's alright to be disrespectful
It's alright to be sexist
It's alright to be rude to women
They're told we don't deserve respect
It seems as if theres no reputable or therapeutical cure to all this stress I'm misplacing
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
I feel like I've been left in the dark,
No one will ever understand the hurt of my heart,
The pain that I feel,
Or the scars on my heart that will never heal.
I done been through so much i can't even deal.
Money is just paper and yet it affects the world like good music
Each day someone finds a new way to use it
When a loved one passes away for many the first question is about the will
I can't imagine the emptiness you feel
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
What has happened to keeping a promise?
When a promise is broken it creates drama.
Look at Issac from The Fault in Our Stars.
Monica broke his heart causing his face to be full of tears.
My parents bar me from anything I truly want.
I can’t stay on the computer past 10 o’clock.
At school, people get picked on, teachers do nothing,
And many express their hate for anything and everything.
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
Never cry, never show affection, never show compassion,never show vulnerability is what we are forced to believe by the beast of society it tells us to suppress. How easy can one not get depressed?
My child is like a needle being found in a stack of hay. She is different in so many ways and that’s what I love most about her. She’s like my number 1 fan and vice versa.
I spend my nights driving
And I don’t have my license
Not even my permit
But I spend my nights driving
My soul rises out of its apparatus
And it drives all night
And into the morning
I am from love, life, and happiness.
I am from running towards the sun in summer, and drinking hot chocolate in the winter.
I am from friends that used to be just neighbors.
I am from the Catholic family.
From dawn to dusk
Unable to seize
Unable to capture
Unable to freeze.
The 8:30am heat.
It has awaken to burn
Your sole. Pigment.
Spiders inside instead of out,
Annoying people who always pout.
Just one pickle in my Big Mac,
Forgetting that one thing when I pack.
"Country music sucks",
Buying scratch offs with no luck.
Pounding heart, beads of sweat. Obscene memories one can't forget. Uncontrollable fears, a constructed dam to hold back tears.
The silence fears me, Softly, slowly growing louder,Nearly Reaching a low murmur, a hum, a buzz,Clouding the quiet as I make a sound,Out it comes.
Thumping, kicking,
We often ignore the poor and the hungry.
Because we never give thanks for what we have.
If we can't appreciate our own things,
How can we help others in need?
The saddest part of it all,
I hit you,
You hit me harder.
Down in the gutter,
No room to barter.
A pack of smokes,
That's fifteen years,
Fifteen years less
That I don't have to
See your face or
I understand the plight of
Flowers
Beyond solar finger tips.
Wilting is not a deficiency,
As we are taught,
But a loss of will.
And so we fall in on ourselves.
The burden of life
tick tick tick
Time is always running out.
tick tick tick
What can I do about it?
The tock tock tock
Makes my brain tick tick.
The tick tick tick
Everyone has their own way to tick
Some might click
Some might tock
But I?
I don’t even own a clock
For all I know they could never have been in this world
I mean really.
What makes me tick is the ticking clock
that's on the wall that never stops
It ticks and tocks no matter what
the hands keep moving
They never stop
the clock always chimes on the hour
