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The world is dying, they told her
But how can I stop it, I am only a child?
That my dear, is why the world is dying
For all the world are children
Finding your own journey asset
With your eyes closed
We just have to go on
Just go on;
The road is unknown but
Soft lyrics, a simple beat --
vibrations within the air --
lo-fi music to soothe me;
bouyant sounds to inspire.
Musical inspiration
allows me to write stories.
Who knew that sounds and voices
I am from were momma and daddy say schools not for people like us
I am from were if you talk proper you " Talk white" never liked that cliché
I am from were sometimes I was forced to fight for what's mine
The reality is that life isn't fair.
You will never always get what you want,
And you will eventually come across a couple hundred bad days.
We make wrong choices on a regular basis
We get rejected
falling against the coarse rug, I feel the ripples of fear pang against my core
darting around inside of me are the remnants of thoughts
they aren’t random, yet they don’t match up
Seeing my mother struggle,
as a child, there was a lot I had to juggle.
I saw her work day and night,
so many restless nights.
To be an artist is to create
something that expresses
abstract emotions and to translate
them into the language of the senses.
Oh, Mother, how I miss you so,
you left so long ago.
Why did you have to leave?
You know that I can not breathe.
You left a big hole in my heart.
But I must continue to be smart.
The opportunity to do what others can’t
Inspires me to win.
This might come off strange and self-serving.
Some might call it a sin.
Family is what got me
here. They pushed me
encouraged me
helped me
supported me.
They got me here.
And I continued
Now I push myself,
I encourage myself
I help myself
The power
of writing.
The freedom
of expression.
Oh Pen, your
everflowing ink,
the ease at which
No one is coming to rescue us.
It’s a hard truth to trust.
Surely there must be a hero?
But there is none.
It is only us versus them.
She provides her neighbors with a home
Sheltering those within her dome
Though wind may come and storms may try
Her limbs exalt the lofty sky
When hairs turn grey she'll still be green
Dreams and aspirations
Constant meditation
My future is my inspiration
I say this with no hesitation
Step outside,
Trees of autumn glancing down,
Skies of blue freely flowing,
a city skyline in the distance.
As the cars drive along the dirt road,
I long to contrinbute to the world.
and smile
My mom is my biggest inspiration.
She's been to hell and back again and again.
Following the systematic lifestyle that she was "destined".
Her support is unfaltering, Her love is unwavering.
I’m letting go of all my regrets
One by one dropping them
Into the infinite stillness
Of a lake i find much more green than blue
plop plop plop
Kids dive into their imagination
To look and seek for inspiration
They find ideas for games, stories and art
But that kind of inspiration doesn’t come from the heart
The world gave me its thoughts about success,
Told me to get a job and make money.
From me the world expects not one thing less,
But what if this view is old and rusty?
Oh how sweet to feel the warmth of a smile,
While being caught up in your eyes all the while.
We sit together by the fire
While you never fail to inspire.
Your words don't go unheard,
A little wink,
A loving scold,
A hint to stories yet untold.
The Sage brought about by age,
They sing of their glory days.
A lot of wisdom,
So little of time,
I am very excited to tell you about my favorite space – The Vessel, a tourist attraction in New York City.
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It seemed simple enough
The yard was not that big
today,
she reminded me of pink lemonade -
the perfect cool-down on a warm summer's day.
other days, she made me think of honey -
sweet and pure and very, very rich,
I don't know when or where,
But I found myself uncertain
Wondering what could be if only...
If only I hadn't been there
If I had chosen differently would I be better,
smarter, kinder even.
Clouds, the molecules within them
like crystal beads of regret.
They left one another alone for too long
and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.
Whenever I look at the sky I feel infinite
The sun shines on my face
The clouds move above
The stars always glitter
This is not just a poem to me.
It's a future letter to my future me.
I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now
Really truly matter.
Everyone perceives suicide differently.
Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
Everyone perceives suicide differently.
Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
I am Black
which determines how I move.
I am a woman
which you should know too.
I am inspired by those
who came before me
Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth,
and Rosa P.
The sun's fire is fading,
as night's ocean rises.
Cold.
Endless.
Dauting.
I am not afraid,
for the night does not conceal.
It reveals something more,
Under a blanket on the floor of the basement
It’s a fort
I know but he didn’t say so
Our laptops look the same, but mine has a sticker
They shed their blood, sweat, and tears.
Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears.
People who have made something from little nothings
That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
Rays fall through the air
Stretched thin in atmosphere
I long to see them again
I strive to see the light again
Push to uncover the blinds
I no longer want to be blind
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
oh, keaton.
you sure know how to make me sad.
but thank you for teaching me how to feel.
feel, so deeply, that it feels like
my spine is breaking.
Stuck on a phone that’s stuck to me
Bombarded by images of what we should be
Being told who I should follow
Leaving me feeling empty and hollow
I just see, I listen, and I feel
You’re the burning, crimson sun disappearing beneath a hazy horizon—
the last dispersion of light to be seen after a difficult day.
Existence
Those wrinkled hands, the fine details that used to show in the lines of his age old palms have now been taken over by the paralysis
Star stricken goals sink defeat...
As one hopes to climb
As one hopes to fly
Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath
Lost in the abyss
Lost in the void
Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath
But what am I focusing on?
I am only here for a short amount of time; then I am gone…
Gone with the wind, wrestling the trees, making crisp air for us to breath.
They all stare
Watching closley with determined eyes.
"Why must she be so good?" They say,
Hopefully she fails some day.
They smile at her, wave even,
Behind it all is a wish
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age
Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be
I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
Smiles are easy when you can create your own world
A young child
dreaming….imagining
when the world was still what you made it
how you dreamt it
A young girl ready to take on the world
CLICK!Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories.
Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds.
Alas! I mourn the fading light
That overcame man's tragic fate
That floods upon the victor's gate
Of which the night knew no respite
I.
Books are considered once as my enemies
But now, I treat them as part of my inner peace
That seems to enlighten my mood when in frustration
Medicine
It’s been apart of my life ever since I was little
I hated medicine
All the pokes and pins
All the stickers and Batman bandaids to make me feel better
This person is a face at bedtime.
This person is your show at screen time.
This person is the light you never knew you needed.
When you don’t know what to do,
They will show you.
You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time.
I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep.
You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame.
Love is a song, the most tender kind.
A gentle stroke of give and take.
A feeling of confusion, an adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.
She does not sit on a throne
But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one
She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair
is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
This goes out to the people who need inspiration.
People who need this rap to get something done for the day.
Anything. Just know that all you need is inspiration.
You brought me into this world
Instilled your hope, genes, and dreams into my soul
Mom,
Through these 20 years
I've had many fears
You've wiped away so many tears
My heart is full
Let me make a toast!
But first, please pour yourself a drink.
Now, let me begin with the achievers:
To all who get up in the morning with a plan to conquer their fears,
I use my words,
someone’s words,
for I of course did not create the language;
to make a story, a tragedy,
that drips off the reader’s lips like honey
when they read...
if they ever read.
She is
that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green,
orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all.
She is
Darling, I want to love you the only way I know how -- like a broke college kid.
It has been 5 years
60 months
1825 days
with Type 1 Diabetes
it's not always easy
people stare and comment
as you poke, prick, and inject yourself
embarrassment
Dear Me,
I know that sometimes life can be a big stress.
The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress,
from the path in life that you thought would be best.
Think.
You are a living, breathing, being
In this life of so much meaning
But do you think about your beating
heart?
Traveller
[ Inspired by the story "Going Places" by A. R. Barton ]
Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit.
An inquisitive mind-- flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
She was an artist,
She was a beautiful, lost soul,
Everyone knew she would change the world,
Except for her,
She did not know what she would do,
She did not know her potential,
Rivers flood, lakes rise, humans live, humans die.
society grows, criminals win, the earth watches, as it spins..
hero's conquer, kings adapt, rulers fall, loners detach.
And so I opened my eyes
But could not see
The words on the page
That made me want to
Put the book down and leave
Because it was too soon
It was not time
I could not leave
I get out of bed every morning
because if I were to lie still
then who would there be
to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?
If I were to lie still
then my world would never be any brighter
Poetry,
My unconventional hobby,
One not many people understand.
My creativity is considered criminal.
However,
I have found my getaway.
Somewhere for my innovative imagination,
When a poet is born, change is born
Ideas meant to inspire are born
I am a poet through song
I tell my stories, and those of others
I write messages meant to be openly interpreted
I was just another kid,
bright eyed, the world was mine,
till I found out, it was all a lie,
not one person gives hand outs,
no ones your friends,
you work so hard,
but you still pretend
I hear you words everyday
in somhow in some way
you say you aren't controlling me
but I am trapped I'm not free.
You degrade me in public
call me names to make me feel pychotic
On the days you don’t feel appreciated
Just know that we are here
To guide you through the thunderstorms
And comfort you out of fear
a star shines bright
in the dark night skies
but when the morning sun rises
it hides
a hero lends a helping hand
to a needing man
I find myself writing as a poet
and as a writer
things in this world I don't understand
trying to decipher
life's mysteries, and working hard to understand
our freedoms, liberties
Life is such a beautiful thing that is meant to be lived;
but it does get complicated every now and then.
That does not mean you should let it bring you down,
Instead, pick yourself up and get your crown.
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet,
If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what you know to be home,
If you were angry, you could rip it to shreds,
To be inspired is a helpful cause
Something that pushes you forward
The first steps to a breakthrough
the new you
the changed you
The you that sees who can potentially be the greatest
which is you
All I need is a stick of graphite. Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue,
is people only listen when it comes time to miss you.
When they can no longer dismiss you; the latter is a hero.
Exploiting their favoritism to avoid the fear of
My heart beats to my own drum, or so I thought I remember being scarred and molded into thinking things were okay My body’s weak and I’m disgusted with the slightest blot It’s more than just a scrap of dirt to scrape off My mind bleeds at night wi
Education.
It's what we need to succeed.
It's what this world has come to to grow.
It is a piece of paper in the distance.
A diploma as you will, waving in the air.
Born a small pebble in the oblivion,
Same as many others, approximately trillions.
The Man up above shining his holy radiance everyday,
Never thought I would ever push myself that way.
As easy as counting one, two, three
I tend to learn with a breeze
A fast learner who’s quite free
From the struggle of trying to see
I am different.
Not in visage, nor style, nor walk,
Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk,
But in hope and dream and state of mind.
I am different
In that
The radioactive waves of lies
Think of all the things you've seen,
The far off places,
Daring scenes.
Think upon the times you smiled;
The tingling of
Your hearts desire.
Look back on your passions, prides,
And all the items
If a house "divided" against itself cannot stand
Then how is ours still running
With handwriting on the wall in pen,
Saying it's each other we are shunning?
Society changed us
When people say "the real world"
What they mean is:
Taxes,
Unfulfilling marriages,
Bitchy soccer moms,
Desk jobs.
I don't want their "real world."
I'll make my world.
Broken.
Brittle.
Uncapable.
These are the
Words I hear.
Everyday.
I believe it.
How can someone
So little change the world?
But I am strong.
I am capable.
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
No filter, no filter,
Can't you see me
Sepia, 4 by 6
I need to read me.
"No cameras, please"
Can't you see me,
I have leaned back 40 degrees
Gesturing towards the background, see?
I ask you to listen to me
You hear my words but you only hear, not listen
You have not done what I've asked
I ask you to care for me
You care about me but only to an extent
You have not done what I've asked
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...
A face that's kind,
With just few zits.
A smile that is funnier than an orange rind,
With a really slow wit.
A walk without balance or grace.
A mind filled with irrational fears.
inauthenticity is a fad.a trend founded on insecurity.add a filteruse photoshophide your flawsdon’t let themsee.
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
An hour every morning spent on my make up and my hair
I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door
I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but
I do this for me.
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that
Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
For Losing shall I ever be Great
Losing long nights of pain
Before they found her
Quenching the thirst of my innocece
Saturating my pillow from sorrow
For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Who am I ?
I am too many people at once
a lover, a optemistmt, a naturalist , a lover of literature
a hater, a pessemist, a materalist and a poetic amateur
Perfect,
That I am,
So perfect in fact,
My name is Sam.
From my head to my toes,
From the wrinkle in my nose,
The perfect five foot height,
The perfect far-sighted sight.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things.
What is a miracle?
Most people never experience them because they are to naive to understand them
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation.
I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
One day I walked onto a stage
I read a few words from the page
I didn't know I could act
That was a fact
But that's what I did from that age.
My newfound love I could not flee
When we wake up, we see the sun,
Golden and effervescent;
Gleaming gladly with a smile at our bare faces,
We shine in brilliance.
Trying to shake things off to ignore the circumstances of
Everyday life,
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones.
Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas.
Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves.
Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
Can I Get A Story
I am Black and American
Yet I am labeled as white
And not because I bite
What is the true meaning of flawless
A hope, an ideal, a dream
that one may fit society's standards?
Is it influence?
A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Many people like to judge others,
Because they're afraid to themselves be judged.
They are terrible bothers,
All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.
I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.”
Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
"What do you want to be?"
I hate that overrated question
With the inevitable answer.
Because, who knows?
I could explain to them what I want to do.
It is odd
If you think about it;
How words work.
Just a motion of the lips,
A simple sound,
Some squiggles in a note
Can mean so much
Or so little...
They control us emotionally
When the sky is clear and the sun is out
Your eyes are bright and bluer than blue.
And when the sky is dark and grey
So are your eyes
And so is your mood
And that's just how it is with you.
see, if you can change your thoughts then you can change your world
if you can change your world, you can change your lifestyle
dream big, have ambitions, have hope
her life isnt as perfect as it seems
its filled with false hopes
and fucked up dreams
and when she searched the world
she failed to find her
one
and only
piece of mind
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
Finding Wings
I met you when I was scared, when I felt lost and alone,
But you helped me learn, and now that I’ve grown,
I am lifted by the Lord.
Craving GOD'S Holy Word.
Wherein my thoughts often linger.
Searching Scriptures pages,
Quelling this world's rages,
Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
We all search for that lighthouse
When we're hopeless, in need of direction,
it's not there.
When you close your eyes and imagine,
you can see the light.
You find it.
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.
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
Wanting,
Aching,
Craving
The World.
To expand my mind to places farther than my backyard or the church,
To learn a language of love by being surrounded by foreign lovers,
When you’re sick
I ‘ll care for you
When you’re down
I’ll be there too
If you’re happy or sad
Through the good and the bad
You better know that
I’m here for you
Optimists think this is the best possible world,
While pessimists fear it's true.
The greatest pleasure in life,
Is doing what people say you cannot do.
No one is perfect.
That's why pencils have erasers.
Photo’s capturing a moment in time in which you can save Forever, they say you can never get back time but when you take a picture
They said we could change our stars and cut a new path through the the thickest mistakes.
They said we could be better but never worse.
Who Am I...
I am hopes and dreams
The visions of things
That people wish to see
But may never be
Because everyone wants, but no one tries
And with no effort, all hope dies
The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
I learned a lesson that made me think about how the world can be
sometimes you have to get stung in order to learn that it hurts
If you cry every night because of the memories of yesterday
Think in the present and figure out how you could of fixed the mistakes of the past
So in the future you don't have to suffer the same mistakes of yesterday
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses?
Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
There was once a girl who followed everyone.
She didn’t know how to lead her own life;
Always listening for the next instructions.
Hiding behind the leaders.
Offering advice only in her mind.
I am beautiful.
I walk with my head up.
No looking to the left or the right of me.
Nobody could bring me down
I am my own person.
I am courageous.
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
The strong array of colors were illuminating my eyes
the colors deepend my desire to create
i gathered all my weapons pencils, paint, erasers, markers
i decided to demonstrate my love of art
The chill from the propeller
Up at jumping altitude
Runs down the body, up my spine
And electrifies the mood
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful.
Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you.
The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
My teachers inspire me to be better a student and work hard for good grades,
They push me to do my best and achieve things I thought not possible,
They help me with subjects I don't understand;
Flashing gems mount the noble crown
Dashing passions paint the milky gown
Pulsing plights sound within the hue-ringed hole
Convulsing fashions taint the beautiful soul
I live, breathe, and aspire
To be the one to inspire
And hopefully, someday lead
To see how, please continue to read
Pride, honor, and glory
This is what makes a story
Freedoms more than doing whatever the @#!*% you please,
It's taking your new trust and using it to seize,
Every dream or goal pondered about in your head,
And acheiving them, making them reality instead.
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
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,
I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,
does not match my mind.
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform
I wake up in the morning and look outside
The sun's out.
Does that mean I'll be good or--
Will the opposite occur?
Its time to go...
I drive past homes and stores,
These things really do happen.
We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen
Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
It’s the sound of my fingertips
tapping against computer keys,
the sound of the wheels in my mind turning,
the sound of my soul churning out
words that flow,
prose
into poetry,
There come a time in every man’s life
Where he learns about who he is destined to be
Some day he will take on a wife
As he choose her and she choose he
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght.
The truth is strength is measured within the mind.
The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can.
Who has survived the storm.
God will give you time
To reflect and find your thoughts,
So don't worry.
He has your back
And guards it well.
God will give you strength
I inhale
lately the oxygen is accompanied
by a dart in my spine
a prick in my mind
The things that make me tick...
Some you'l understand
others you'll get a kick
One thing is double standards:
Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard
Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
Have you ever woke up one day
And looked in the mirror
But this day is different than any other day
From looking in the mirror
Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday
You see potential
When the moonlight shines
through the broken glass,
I will remind my self
of my shattered past.
I swore I wouldn't cry
A vow I could not keep
A decision I never thought
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird;
Constantly fluttering delicate wings-
Not flying, but floating softly unheard,
Taking what you please from what nature brings.
While a man aint answering his phone
Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home
His "Christian Woman" is all alone
Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son
That whom so ever believes in him
Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen.
God isn’t real you say?
Yet he surely is,
Every night I dream of that day,
The day you’ll take me away,
Grab my hand and pull me under,
Or maybe even grab the blade and watch me suffer.
But I know it’s going to happen,
There’s no running from fate.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL.
LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
...sitting in a room, empty, consuming
the thoughts surrounding the little heart inside
as a tear begins to form, and slowly falls to the floor,
a voice silently questions, what are those tears for?
Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
Peel back the layersand look inside;
deep in the abyss
you will find.
A little spark
a lovely note;
some most have
but others hope.
When all that's left
If there ever was enough to give, I would give it to you. If there ever was enough ways to show I would show, I woud show you my truth. My love for you is so alive it would never die. you take my breath away, you make my heart skip a beat.
Life is about finding your true purpose and being yourself. One should always remain the same, genuine person that they were when they discovered who they were. Your job, your purpose should reflect who you are and what you truly love to do.
Looking out at the crowd,
Realizing this life is yours.
Living and breathing what you love
It's what you worked for
all the dedication and time
But now is your time to shine
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love.
After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
Motivation, it's what keeps us going,
How do we keep motivated in a world that's never slowing?
Our goals are too important to let go of that sight,
Our focus will help us reach a future so bright
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib
Observing the sunlight peering through my window
The lights are shining
The voices are singing
I’m smiling like a thrilled child
on the first day of kindergarten
I love this
I want to do this
I want to sing like there is no tomorrow
Not many know me
Nor do they know my past
Naive describes those who know only my top layer
But when one comes truely
When one comes with respect
They will come to love me as I will to them
Inspiration
Where does it come from?
Echos believe it comes from the places we've been.
Whispers believe it comes from the things we have seen.
All I know is that it comes to us in slow waves.
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Why do you judge me like you know me?
What did I ever do to you?
I just don’t understand
How the people around me have gone so mad.
I did nothing to deserve your hate.
We all have that one goal in life
That one job we’ve dreamed about all our lives since we were little
Whether it was to become a princess like Cinderella
To be the firefighter that saves the day
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
life without you would be incredible
you hurt many people
even have taken away our loved ones
life without you would make everybody happy
people would dance more
more family love would spread
I wish I were many things,
but to be many things
I would need to be a writer.
A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
Ive always had such a passion for little kids
seeing them running around and laughing.
The joy of them has always put a smile on my face
their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
One job could change my life, in factOne job could change one moreIf only to find my place in thatTo find a purpose forOne job to overcome the fearTo overcome the angist
Dear Starry-Eyed,
Five foot two doesn't determine the heights that you can go
Nor does your greatest adventure rely on the size of your shoe.
Pencil to paper,
Lead into words.
Words into mind,
Mind into birds.
These birds take off
and fling into dreams;
Dreams that inspire,
Strewn into steam;
The steam of my efforts.
I spend days with the old
Taking care of them,
Feeding
Washing there withered frames
Puzzle pieces fit in many different ways
Some go this way, some go that way
This world is one big puzzle, beautiful, and incomplete;
Your edges are frayed
And your corners are bent
You're so fat.
Keep running.
Stop eating.
Don't stop running.
Teacher is a word I just understand
Isn’t the root word of teacher to teach?
Lately most teachers act like such literal robots
Rest your head, darling.
Let your body sink into the soft bed of green.
Open your eyelids ever so gently,
Just enough to see the stars.
What do you see, darling?
Do you see it all?
Young minds, Greater minds
Sometimes a little hard to find
Steadfast and they infuse
Thoughts full of voice and and full of virtue
Young Dreamers, Eyes open
Always awake to this world, Never miss a moment
It's easy to parallel with the crowd, to follow their crooked steps
yet
young ones cry out
INSPIRE ME... to be different.
INSPIRE ME... to love myself.
INSPIRE ME... to embrace truth.
Sometimes
I imagine that Robin Williams is my teacher.
He calls us up from the desks that have confined us in strict learning patterns,
and we abandon convention.
We carpe the shit out of every diem.
Do you ever get that tightness in your throat, like you’re about to cry?
But you don’t know why?
Do you ever get that ache in your heart, like you crave something desperately?
But you don’t know what?
I can feel you grow weaker
As you step inside the class
You use to torment me endlessly
But those days have passed
……………………………………………….
Rest in peace grandma Joanne,
You'll be remembered by every woman and man.
You painted your past and your dreams,
You sewed quilts at their seams,
You helped the poor and healed the sick,
I struggled against my restraints
I was forced here,
into a cage
I wasn't meant to be locked away
I have things to do,
Places to see,
People to meet
The subtle disease
Of creeping intelligence
Is the glorified undoing
Of a wondering mind.
Up rises the curiosity
With every take
Every hit
As the power to control
Dominates the eyes.
Coming to school to teach us lessons,
Makes us learn the different connections,
We have attended school for 13 years,
It makes me wonder what grinds your gears,
Very few students value their work,
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime.
How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
My heart's in the theatre, where all my dreams were made
My heart's in the theatre, where those same dreams were laid,
to rest, until I came back and found them once again,
Sometimes....Sometimes it feels like I'm all alone. Alone on a earth, filled with beings that have no human soul
I feel like I'm alone with no being to relate to.
I know its not true
Before, I had nothing.
An empty bottle of ink; no quill.
Endless. White. Space.
Before, I was silent.
a pin cushion to prick.
a bag to punch.
no sound, just space.
Before, my emotions hurt.
I write to light up my mind, words on black ink turn to colorful images on this Earth we could never find. Something as simple as the sun rise, or the way someone expresses themselves in a reply.
It takes months to create,
and yet, with in seconds it can all be lost.
That one moment that decides your destiny, your future, your everything.
It's what you've been working for all year, all season, your whole career.
Is it me or, does it seem like days are getting longer , but lives are falling shorter. money is getting tighter only for the population to become wider. Is it me or does it seem like singers get credit for a job teachers would do.
When I think of you, I think of purple and blue
purple, secret excitement, always holding in laughter,
just don't forget to let it out, more often than not
blue, a soft rain, sweet and melodious
Flowing words of love flow like music for you
Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses
Steal my light, my hope
Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
Flowing words of love flow like music for you
Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses
Steal my light, my hope
Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
WrongI wanna press the rewind button and bring you to a time of peace,I want you to see a time of joy and happiness and brotherhood,
Saluzcion's Never been the type to write my name on a ballot and cast a vote
Placing my goals and aspirations on the next man's hope; nope
Wasting time slow; going through procrastination,
I rather be thought a fool then open my mouth and remove all doubt; speaking on things I know nothing about or live through
But the sad truth is so vague
Like body ash in a cigarette ash tray, pause,
As I sit back and reclined
Enjoying a cubano and glass of wine
I cant help but think of the modern times; where ladies are hard to find, and all I see is dames and dymes
I'm either gonna rise above poverty or define my existence
A poetic vision, encrypted with a hustler's ambition,
listen dying for what a icon stands for ain't the mission
Isolation and depression
Go hand-in-hand
When you’re too far away
from where you should stand.
I was concieved as nothing less than a miracleFrom 3-7 was too damn hysterical8-12 i was growing up, afriad to be minimalSo by 13 I became an infamous criminalFrom 14-16, i paid my does, so i thought; super imbecil
A few years ago, I had to make a decision
Remain in the hood and risk going to prison
Continue to allow the evil to cloud my vision
Or pick up a pen and become a musician
Ever lyric, every bar, became my ammunition
It's not that I wanna screw it up, I just so happen to be good at itIt's not as if I don't wanna quit, but unfortunately for me I'm like my father another addict.
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid.
You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over,
You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore.
Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
EVEN WHEN I FREE-FALL YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME SWEAT. THROUGH MY DOWNFALL, I NEVER LOST RESPECT. I AIN'T COMPLAINING, I'M MAINTAINING THAT CONSIGLIARE MENTALITY THESE OTHER CATS AIN'T IN.
I want to arise like a phoenix from the ashes
Live for the moment and everything else can reside where the past is
You’ve been there, done that, it’s all said and done
Like Joey said:
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world
Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl
We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties
Meeting someone new is great
they make you realize you can kick all the bad ones out
getting to know the new, better peopleis just
indescribable feeling
hearing their stories
learning their ways
I once believed
I once believed
That I could one day change the world
The world is a cruel place
And I wanted to change that
I wanted to take on the world
By myself
I once believed
Poetry is the soul, written in ink
You might as well ask me
Why do I breath, why do I think?
These words set my thoughts free
They are a state of mind, unleashed
Reasons I write, there are many
Firstly there are no rules
I write what I want
How I want
Even so, I pay attention to spelling
And that pesky grammar
I write to express my views
Maybe we are all here
placed on this earth
to fear and love and grow,
to experience pain
but also
love, joy, happiness
to grow close to one another
to build relationships
to never hate
Somebody once handed me a flyer.
It read
“YOU EXIST”
The aftertaste of such an idea
lasted long beyond the introduction
Existence.
A vibrating silhouette of an idea
love is not kind
it is not everlasting, nor unconditional
love will appear and vanish like a bolt of lightning in such a brief moment
that if not for the pain, one would question its existence
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect,
Make anything your heart will dare desire,
Let it go and run wild and watch the effect,
Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
Inhale-two-three-four
Hold-two-three-four
Exhale-two-three-four
It is no coincidence (two-three-four)
that
We must inspire
in order to live
Poetry found me
when I had just
become a teen.
Before then I
had loved to
write but
that was just
short stories
Imagine
Close your eyes and touch the fabric of your existence
Stroke the ends of your own rainbow
And breathe in your own memories of journeys undiscovered
This...is our nation
Right here.
Right now
I write for those that need the inspiration,
hoping my words could spark fire in a nation.
I can make you stand up and run,
maybe be a better father for your unborn son.
We the invisible
While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there
The misfits the world never bothered what to do with
Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics
Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
Stay silent
Sit straight
Perfect hair
Perfect teeth
Perfect body
Perfect house\perfect friends `
Perfect parents
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
Stay silent
Sit straight
Perfect hair
Perfect teeth
Perfect breast
Perfect house
Perfect parents
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
In this world exists somewhere peaceful in all its natural beauty;
A place where the evergreen grows,
And the fallen leaves rest on the grounds of the earth,
In hindsight we’re living the dream,
But hindsight is blind sight and in mind’s eye
In fact we’re destroying the dream.
Corrupting morality for technology,
But we’re forgetting to keep open eyes,
A disease with no cure.
Targeting the heart, soul, body, and mind.
No lengths of the Earth can sate it
Because it is the undeniable lust for more.
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer.
The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I.
Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
(poems go here) Children, by standers, marathon runners, and victims of Boston:
You are strong.
Measure your strength not by wounds or scares,
Physically or mentally,
But by blessings counted.
Sometimes its good
To know what you want in life
To have a direction
And a purpose in living
But then again
It burns inside
And brings tears to your eyes
When that vision is threatened
Holding the thick black tape recorder
your life is at your hands.
With the ability to move forward but the rewind button contains broken bands.
This apparatus is yours to keep.
To stop, play and go forward
You, mother, are the object of my appreciation.
You have brought me into this strange world,
Leaving me to explore with bright eyes and no sense of direction
The fresh air being inhaled into my tiny lungs for the first time
Oh dear Muse, I don’t know your name, I can’t see your face,
But your silent words, inspire me to chase my dreams.
Because of your weightless pull, I will take another step.
Because of your gentle hand, I will never stray.
For all the little boys and girls who were told no
For all the teens who were told that their dreams aren’t good enough
For all the adults who could never live their dream
For anyone who never had the support they needed
Imagine standing on greatness
The world is wild but you will find a way to tame it
Be shameless, cause it's only those that are crazy enough to believe they can change things
That end up famous
Life isn't always treacherous
There is an essence of altruism in our biological disposition
There are people out there who have a vision,
To confront injustice and end human schisms,
People in life sometimes need a shine.
You don't have to a star nor even a dime.
As kid you grow, and find whats inside.
Go on little kids, show how you can shine.
Show the world and life that theres nothing to hide.
Shoes against pavement,
Head towards the ground,
Trying to keep out the noises,
Trying to keep out the sound.
Blank pages
Wordless
Without a voice, without a life
Desire, burning
To speak
A pen
Magic, inspiration
Creation
Life
Listen to Me for once in your life!
You don't know what this pain really feels like.
No one knows what I'm saying to you.
All you hear is a bark or two.
I lie neglected all day, every day.
I WANTED YOU TO KNOW
HOW MUCH I ADMIRE YOU.
YOU GIVE YOUR HEART TO EVERYONE,
AND IN EVERYTHING YOU DO.
YOU’VE GOTTEN ME THROUGH ROUGH TIMES
WITH A SHOULDER TO CRY ON.
