acceptance
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Insaitable need to acheive
drives me to be
hardworking,
accomplished,
unstoppable
Until I stop myself.
When overwhelming the
A constant comfort,
A solace eternal
Cadence wraps
In-between fingers,
As magical tangible hugs
With divine care -
Forever hold this love steadfast.
Accepting what we cannot change only works
When what we cannot change is acceptable
Otherwise, there is misery or apathy
But don't you dare be serene
Accepting what we cannot change only works
When what we cannot change is acceptable
Otherwise, there is misery or apathy
But don't you dare be serene
The Fall
Falling
Just like an empire, you fall
One day you’re on top of the world
The next, you’re fighting to climb a single step
Everyday, you fight to fit into the crowd
When I start to die, I look to the sky
I’m shaking and crying and I don’t know why
And that’s the worst part
Because how can I explain what i don’t even know
life is always changing
and sometimes it can feel like chaos
when you have to divide yourself
into pieces to get your shit done
Walking with the crowd, alone and down,That's what happens when you are not able to be found. Emptiness resides inside, silence becomes vibrant,sometimes I become a clown, or just get drowned,And happiness is nowhere to be found. Smiles resist e
i see what i am
raw and unfiltered
i see myself in the depths of despair
i see myself in moments of pure bliss
and i’m aware
I wonder what the sunrise looks like upon distant lands
I wonder about the people watching it rise and how their day will be
I wonder if there's someone out there thinking of me
we may all look different,
A tight, heavy thing becomes known inside.Who knows if it's new or only just discovered?I wonder if I'm just trying to hidewho I am behind a facade, coveredso well I'm not aware I'm doing it.
Home
Wherever I go,
I take with me a home
that I don’t need to tow;
It’s mind and heart and bone.
Every minute I discover
With a world so bleak, I must accept I won't receive equal pay. I must accept discrimination because of the color of my skin. I must accept the stigma of being a perfect size. I must accept some men cheat, and others even lie. I must accept that t
I adore all the scars that you've showed me,I respect all concerns that you have,But my heart is full of longingFor the things that we'll never have.
I'm not the girl you remember, a mean face, but submissive, nice to most, & sweet.
I tossed her to the wolves, no eviction notice, they ate her alive, fresh meat, bona petit.
A day out of 366
Stars spun around and spanned
My words spiced with salts of a hysterics
The loneliness of which is damned
But joy I keep, is even
And when I sip, the life goes on
Buildings of blue
Reflecting the sunlight,
Like brothers and sisters
Competing in height.
Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean,
A variety of cuisines.
The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
I am made of memories
A collection of recollections bundled up inside a ball of anxiety and fear
Someone who wants nothing more than to forget what's wrong with them
So much so that the light that escapes cannot be caught
When the gesture of kneeling demands to be heard
And the rainbows in the sky earned their own parades,
People are excited to check name boxes on paper,
While goddesses of the workplace are finally being praised
Today I’m talking about the experience of growing
It’s hard. Learning to evolve. Learning to be strong
But I am vital. I am loved. And today, I am glowing.
Sometimes it's hard to admit that you need to change,
Because your mind is trying to convince you that you need to stay the same.
It's not easy to face the reality and admit that something is not right,
I wrote this the day before you died,
But today you are no more alive than you will be tomorrow.
What's to come is inevitable,
But I know you of all people can handle it the most.
My name, Thanatos, resides on all their minds.
Death personified right into its living and breathing form, finds itself in a graveyard as a gravedigger, greatly confined.
Every night a little girl faces a different battle.
She's questioning her worth and what her family would do without her;
Contemplates to run away but her spirit tells her to stay;
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
I wanted so badly to be the sun,
to bring warmth and light
to be the life.
But after so many battles
of fighting the night,
He seemed odd to me.
That’s what I was told to see.
“Don’t let him near you”
Now I see the truth,
Does not matter who you love;
Just know I love you.
I look in the mirror
Reflecting back
I don't like what I see
Group of girls besides me
Looking pretty
Why can't that be me?
They try to reassure me
I see the lies through their teeth
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
Everything is calm, still and you can hear everything beyond your door if you listen well.
A little version of myself,
scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it,
hides it behind a frame,
tries to forget it exists.
A bigger version of myself,
reads the words on that post it,
Everything is swirling and spinning
'round 'n 'round in my head
Their decitful kind eyes and sacchrine smiles
lure me in but shun me all the same
For in their eyes I am who I am painted to be
When I was a little girl
I frowned at the belly below me
I looked at women in magazines and thought
How could that ever be me?
When will I be worthy?
When will I be good enough?
My favorite color used to be yellow, the underdog of colors as one could say. It is bright, hard to wear, and difficult to match with.
I don't think you understand,
That this is who I am.
You don't see,
That this is how I feel I need to be.
Because if you knew me,
As something other than you know,
Would you want me?
The Journey
Sometimes life feels so hard and heavy
Maybe even sad.
It happens...
Maybe you take a drive to the top of a
mountain -
and get out and breathe in the air that
I miss you.
I miss you as much as i miss the first taste of summer wehn winter hits.
Or as much as i miss the first frost at the peak of those dog days.
Six years have gone by without you here.
I felt hollow,
out of place, different.
I felt like an alien.
I felt like an outsider.
I was color and they were white.
I was curvy and thick.
They were of 'normal' shapes and sizes.
Who are we really when we are shut out of the world.
Not even allowed a bathroom break.
Why are we set aside and over looked.
Jobs, college acceptances, name changes.
Sitting in the dark.
Dreams vivd.
If only they were from the milk drank or the cheese eaten.
Much, much deeper in the soul, it leeches.
Somehing of a scratch it was.
gym, health, science
classes fill with that unforgettable stench of used textbooks
craterfaces and jockies
everyone with the same yet different
growing and changing
none like the other
This is going to be a problem
I think as I stare across the room on the third floor
Eyeing the last tenant to enter the apartment.
She’s nothing like what I’ve seen before
Her hair,
you must do
what you need to do
to be authentic.
the discovery of your true self includes
connecting the dots
it means digging deep into the archives of childhood,
My words seem void to their unchanging mind
Each crafted phrase drops to the floor
no one picks them up.
no helpful mediator orders them
to accept my earnest attempts at having them understand-
rather
The pain he leaves you with
is not your identity.
You are not what he said you are
and “crazy”,
A letter to humanity,
With every new opening eye, I cry
A new sigh, a new eye
Born into this world
Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
Hope is a magical word,
Happiness fluttering aghast in the wind
Blowing fears and uncertainty behind me
I see a world reborn
Relentless to strife
As if it has cut away my anxiety like a knife
I. DENIAL
They lie to me
and say that you are not here.
But the wind still blows,
the sky still blue, the grass green.
I will see you tomorrow.
II. ANGER
It was a looming figure,
the shapeless ones you see
in the dark enshrouded by a halo;
A halo with no recognizable source.
It was a ravenous beast
It was a looming figure,
the shapeless ones you see
in the dark enshrouded by a halo;
A halo with no recognizable source.
It was a ravenous beast
I can almost hear the whispers in the back of my head,
Those taunting sounds that I despise the most,
Cheeks reddened, eyes shut, fighting away the tears,
Desperately trying to find my breath,
Every little kid learns about butterflies,
With their fluttering wings and their monumental transformation
From the time you are born to the moment you die,
You’re stuck inside of your body,
And the mere thought of that used to make me cry.
Why do I look like this?
Oh God, I hate myself,
Like most, I fear many things
I fear bugs, I fear being late for class, I fear getting lost on the subway, I fear extraneous heights, I fear pain - even the littlest amount
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
Life as a whole will never change,
Our political system will never change,
the brutality and fear will never change,
that is life.
Life is a person who wants to do better, to be better.
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six.
Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks.
Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come.
Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
Our world is full of complexity
that we face competitively.
One thing we dread
is the future in our head.
"Hush!" the powerful say,
wanting us gone far away.
Quietly we move on,
When I woke up today
It didn't feel like it was in my bedroom
I was doomed
In a cage
But the keys are in my hands
It's strange
Am I afraid?
No, but they keep judging me
And my pain
It isn’t something that’s mine anymore yet I crave it
The warmth on my cheeks that I felt when your eyes looked past mine into my butterflies
Well now it’s cold
This is a confession, handcuffed, miranda righted confession
I killed a girl.
I killed a girl and I liked it but-
I hate to say that she never existed.
Do not leave your house, my loveYour face is rather petrifyingI will strive to push and shoveI'd rather you be dyingCancer came and took your eyeTook your self-esteemKidnapped your pride
Rest your head upon my fragile shoulder,
Let my bones be your tired pillars.
Craving death, it's nothing new
You always tell me of your ache to bleed
Your soul has been starved
It swirls within me,
Messing up my insides,
Organs queasy and tightening.
My heart pounds,
A drum with a messed up beat,
Fast and unpaced.
Humanity is blessed with a gift
Of different cultures, different ideas
Of uniqueness
But are we really that different, you and I?
That we don't deserve all the same rights as you do?
Look at me
By:ThePoetLexi
Close your eyes and envision the perfect you.
Medium sized soft lips with thin perfectly arched eyebrows
You just saw the girl walking in the hallway with tears.
You don't know who is in her home,
You don't know if she feels alone.
You just saw the girl walking in the hallway wiping her tears.
You’re on the outskirts
Unsure of your place
And it seems as though there’s a wall
Impossible to break down
Cutting you off completely
I come from two different worlds
The past and the present
The acceptance and rejections
I still don't know which one is my world
We don’t eat,
in fear of our hearts breaking,
from the words and looks we are given.
We don’t eat,
Awaken she
A newness of heart
A rebirth of the mind
Quietly she embraced
The day as the night
slipped away
Each moment goes on
With no encouragement to begin or end.
Life goes about its business taken no
Time to ask for your assistance.
Take a Breathe…..
The sunset and the moon will rise
You were always struggling
The one who was always in pain
But you were the only one
Who could make me feel okay
You were always indecisive
Her soulful eyes are overwhelmed with compassion
Her heart overflowing with love
She’s eager to share it with the entire world
She knows there’s more than enough
Acceptance is my hearty mentor
they all give me wary eyes
cross the road to avoid crossing paths
pull their children closer
holding them tighter
the drunk men hoot at my covered behind
"Allahu Akbar"
they say
Poetry has taught me
That love comes
But that love also leaves
Poetry has taught me
To get excited about words
But that words do nothing to ease your loneliness
Poetry has taught me
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day.
a joyous celebration of life.
the clouds spoiled the ambiance,
but the rain never came.
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem
about myself, and for the first time, I was left
I love youOh dear god I love youWhat words are there to say other than that?What else must I say?Just look at youYou're beautifulGorgeousStunningFantastic
Poetry has taught me how to write to escape the world and problems that seem unbearable. It has taught me to turn them into thoughts and feelings of beauty.
Shedding away their misery,
along a sea of glass.
Don’t blame loveLove is not a single thing that is shared among two people with romantic relations.
Would it be OK if I took some of your time?
Would it be OK if I wrote you a rhyme?
Would it be OK if I opened your heart?
most days i don't
know what to do
with the poems
stuck in my lungs.
or begin to know how
to set them free. there
is no air & i've let go
of the hope that you
would understand
I am slowly stepping instead of falling for her.
I never learned how to love so instantly.
This feeling is far from what I prefer.
She is like the seasons of winter and summer,
Poetry
Free verse
Haiku
Limerick
so many choices
but all is right.
Even one word
can be considered poetry.
Even one word
can be meaningful.
A single letter
I stare into the mirror, crying at what I see
The reflection looks like me but I deny its existence
It is not me I see because I do not like what looks back
Images haunt my mind of past persons, past beauties
Before I start this, I want to let you know, I don't want no Glory, I just want you to hear my story
A girl writing words
A questioning heart
Accept it
Accept it
Open your hands and release
Watch it fall
A brief moment of satisfaction
Destination of full acceptance
I’m scared of losing my ability to write
Like the way essays seem to escape me right before i have an idea
*poetry rant*
Everyday people say we advance.
Kids get kicked out of school sponsored events because they can't participate on a Sunday for religious reason.
When have we started to kick people out based on religon?
Dear Brother,
Now I don’t mean to be misperceived, because I’m white and you are black, it’s something we all can see.
When I thought no one cared
And I was alone,
You were there.
When my situation back home became too much to live with,
You were there.
Dear Failure,
My precious frienemy who teaches me copious lessons and
A Force that pushes me to my lowest points,
Pain comes with each experience with you
But your lessons are the sweetest.
Dear Creation,
I am at a crossroads with myself
a sinner with high standards
believing that someday I’ll find happiness
with someone
Dear Evil Man,
I dont think it's fair.
Not at all.
Why do you acquire happiness?
I think to myself,
"Why? Why is he given a family?
And a loving wife?
Why is he worthy of living?"
I couldn't save you,
My friend.
Whose smile was big and great, your eyes
peeking out over the moutain of cheek.
Your short hair that you tried so desperatly
to grow out.
This is to those roots which plant
her firmly on the ground,
and to those ugly, harsh, and wild
feet which make no sound
as you carried her across
the worn and broken floor.
Just ridiculous
You see someone on the street
And as soon as you meet
You categorize.
You tell people you don’t mean to do it
Dear Jake,
My relationship with you was
a plant, a flower,
it bloomed like a rose.
Beautiful from afar,
but if I got too close,
held on a little too tight,
Everything that you see, feel, and breath was first conceived before you and me,
God created you and me and the Earth's Biodiversity,
Dear Society,
I dare to be different.
To be Brave and
Confident.
When I walk into a room full of people,
When I’m judged every day evidently
And I come to think my mother was right How could I ever live genuinely
Could I ever be loved for just one night;
This morning,
I noticed something
I have such beautiful eyes
Which is weird
I've never been happy with them
Nor sad either
I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes
Until I looked the mirror
Dear future me,
Stay away from people who make you
Feel like you are hard to love.
Honey, push them aside
and rise above.
Choose people
Who choose you.
And grow through
Dear friend,
I love seeing you every morning.
Your presence makes me shutter.
I enjoy our small talk. It's nice.
Sometimes there's silence. It's nice.
I want the version of you
Made up in my head
That comes to me in dreams
But my heart knows
That she’s not the same you
Who left me shaking
Dear Loss,
I am watching you walk away
(for the God-knows-how-many-th-time),
but this time it is different.
Who are you?
Do you wear a hat?
Or a scarf, a hijab, a beanie, a kipa?
Do you sit and watch TV?
Or do you travel the world and see new things?
Do you cry alone at night?
Adjusting the disgusting bra on my chest,
I flip ratty, old dress over my head.
Glancing in the mirror, I feel so wrong.
Dear Kajsa,
Yes, you. The girl hiding behind her Mask of the Day. I’m talking to you.
It’s time to be done.
It’s time to be done hiding yourself from the people around you.
The sun reflected milky white off my skin outside the gym
When you asked me where my sister was
I told you that she was sick
You asked me what I meant
Tell me about the time
Where the moon was the only light that earth needed
To guide it’s nocturnal creatures,
Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices
To color the sky;
to the world that has made me hate you and that taught me to love you, you, my dear skin.
my skin is my name, my skin is my attitude, my skin is my personality, my skin is me but IT’S NOT.
“Obscene and insulting to this practice,”
they scream holding large signs from the roadside
“How dare you condone this sin with such pride?”
i wanted to move on
and it was such an awful
simple task
after i realized you'd left nothing
for me to hold on to
There was once a young kid of Madrid
Whose smile they could never get rid.
They wanted to throw him
To break him, to stone him.
But he wasn't- 'twas only forbid.
everyone expects to be loved
but are significantly lacking the ability to
love the loveless
and yet, by some miracle
the blue jay is understood by the hummingbird
Worries worries worries
Who is he with?
Why didn’t he tell me where he was going?
Is he lying to me?
Hey there!
I know I've been avoiding you, but I there's something you should know.
I don't know how to say this, but with you, I can't seem to grow.
With you breathing down my neck my fears start to show.
Because I love you….
I will allow you into my heart,
I will share my secrets with you,
Because I know they are safe with you.
I will cry in front of you..
And with you..
My heart glows,
A fiery flame consuming,
When I think of you,
And when I try pursuing.
We eat,
We walk,
We study,
We talk,
We do everything together,
My mother,
a true Caco women,
a wingless butterfly
who flew to New York without her skin.
She who once stood under a flaming red tree
stepped back and let go of me.
She lost her father,
The world doesn't understand our love.
It cannot comprehend the myriad of emotions you make me feel.
They do not see us the way we do,
Only seeing us as two females in a heteronormative society.
I love you
Three simple words
That’s all they really are, just words
Anyone can write them down
I love you. I love you. I love you.
See? I did it, but did I mean it?
Today I fucked on a letter you wrote
to me a long time ago
What it means?
I dont know.
But you wrote about
Our garden.
Light, Dense,
To my defense,
He was sweet like a sugar crystal.
Cut, Cubed,
Too Misconstrued,
It all comes down to
Who am I
Who are u.
What can I do
When u have no clue
For our future,
An unknown creature.
I tried to build the tasles
Into a Queen's castle.
Society states that we have to love
With only the finest amount of qualities.
Amazing looks and raw power, but nothing else can be above.
Or else, ‘romance’ is dead.
Because I love you
We wake up to rain smacking the window.
I look at you and you at me.
In your eyes I find it, Sanctuary.
In a little white house,
all lights are off except for one.
In a bathroom, a woman sits on the floor
A breakdown has begun.
Hair's a wreck
I think
I compromise
I promise
I change.
All for who? All for you.
You demand
You dominate
You subjugate
You terminate.
All for who? All for me.
You showed me the ocean,
Once upon a time
there was a princess in distress
living way up high in a fortress
she cried out each day
the birds just flew away
when a princess came walkin by
Once upon a time there were Cinderella’s in the world
A Cinderella’s love was stellar
Full of confidence she glowed
But glowing out of gloom she folds
This line of verse remindsWill love still be loveOr will it alter when itAlteration finds?
For should we not still be kindWhen the light in the hearts of those we loved has dimmed?
I am sitting in a hotel room, staring at a three dollar bottle of wine when I realize that I do not have a corkscrew. There is blood on the towels in the bathroom which I do not dare revisit and I remember the first time you held me.
I searched, I looked for what felt like ages.
Hands and knees rummaging through the damp earth
but despite my best efforts, I could not find my four leaf clover.
Clovers with three leaves swallowed my yard.
Denial This isn’t happening to me…I opened my eyes but chose not to see…Daily forced to face myself again…What to do when strength loses and weakness wins… Anger Why is this happening to me…?I followed the written and unwritten plan…Never give t
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Dear America,
I find that we are not color-blind in a nation; nor are we race-blind.
We live in America, a nation that follows a set of rules written on a slab of paper some 230 years ago.
yesterday i saw packs of zebras travel
across vast lands to kill each other
over who gets to run on which land
the day before that i saw hummingbirds fly
across vast lands to kill each other
Am I Brave, as they say?
Or do I continue for my fear
Of failing?
Equality, Individuality
Unity, Diversity
The archaic American Ideals
Sticking out like a sore thumb
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know i'm different
Looking for confirmation
Always be strong, be powerful, be heroic, be amazing. Always be beautiful, be intelligent, be kind, be courageous. Always do your best, and you'll always beat the rest. No questions, comments, no friendly bets. But what about those moments when y
This is the truth:
Other countries look at us and don't understand
Why we haven't yet learned to love.
We are not treated equally.
We do not understand our own people.
We are raised to hate,
At sixteen,
He was your wet dream
Scream, I mean,
On one day this, and on one day that
But I know this fact
There’s no going back.
So love him, no you hate him
Show you what?
I hope
I hope
I hope
That someday
I will not be afraid
No
I hope
That I will be afraid but able
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
plastics and perfects
accepted and approved
not too thick, not too thin
just perfect
worthless and failing
bullied and besotted
To be, to be a tree
There are many trees, trees are tall and trees are small
There are many trees that are smaller than others miles and miles they grow
Dose any one ask, how do you get there?
2016 was a piñata full of cheap candy.
All around, everyone was chirping dale, dale, dale.
Drive-bys.
Ya le diste uno.
Crooked landlords.
Ya le diste dos.
Agitation sets in.
Rays of sunshine assault the roost.
Orange beams awaken the cock.
Obnoxious is my neighboring early bird.
Dresses, skirts, and tights:
They hurt me but they make you smile.
I don't know how to tell you that I don't like 'girly things' but your smile is worth almost any pain.
Bring on the dresses, tights, and skirts.
If I died, I’d cry
But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive
I think I’m sad sometimes
But other times I think that I’m just lying
I like to sing out loud about death
And feeling bad, and never being their yet
Tears,
The water that provides me with my emotions,
Tears are a pond of my angry commotion,
A stream of hatred that forms my remotion,
Hey there. I’m Savanna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m a whore.
You heard right.
I am a whore.
What does that mean?
Well, being labeled a whore is the equivalent of calling someone a prostitute.
Grades have forever defined me.
They no doubt made an effort to confine me.
But this year was the year they designed me.
A 30 on my ACT
FINALLY free college for me!
A chance for me to get to be
This is a piece of vandalism.
Just a few short words.
To give courage and rebellion
To all and any girls.
Take this marker...
Or this pen...
And please write our your heart.
It's been a long four years, each dwindling to an end a little faster than before.My last may be my last but it's all still just a first,Years and months of friends and then none.
Rowing the little boat over the roaring tides and underneath the thundering clouds, I hold onto the life I had lived before. The load got heavier, the rain fell harder and the waves crashed with more anger. I surveyed the black water, looking for
Hell Yeah! I have thunder thighs,
And you better believe I have lightning to go with them:
Purple and white zig-zags flashing across my upper legs, stomach, and butt.
My torso is formed by soft rolling hills-
Overconfident and unstructured,
Never having been pushed to my limit,
Thinking about my potential future,
And all that came with it.
On the rocks within a course in which I had it all,
A year ago, I was not me.
But who then, have I come to be?
A year ago, I had the same name, voice, and face
I wore these same clothes and lived in the same place.
I have not gone through catastrophe,
My life is like a Hepburn Rose.
Unknown and just as pink as innocence itself.
I never understood how life could go from easy to difficult.
I couldn’t take the purple bruising pain.
I felt like it was happiness that swelled and swirled in my soul
But as I dug deeper there was an impediment much worse, myself
That's when the battle began
The battle I struggled to avoid for so long
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt
Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming
Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us
Green is for growth of knowledge society
Swimming in a sea of skin
I only felt her warm hand
fingers laced through mine
like sutures binding a wound
allowing it to heal.
Ghosts linger in the crack between the door and its frame.
Now, you should know that they’re hard to tame.
Not every one of my demons is the same.
It is madness;
It is a cigarette I call badness.
We are like the sun and the moon.
You create beautiful sunrises,
and I bright starry nights.
You construct alluring bursts of rays,
I generate small sparks of light.
Forgive me for I cannot see
My eyes have been taken,
My body into the sea
A bag of bones floating on the river's surface
A victim of circumstances,
Out of my control,
There's a path lost in the plains.
It leads nowhere
It is worshipped for its ability to mislead
It knows you.
It knows what you have done,
It has seen the inside of your skull and all of it's
A crown of thorns
i bow before,
but know no other king;
And nations fall
when they hear the call;
that only God can sing
relief, repent rejoice
as our king has again returned
The unheard words cluster around me
Tortured souls begging me to save them
I refuse
I push them aside, burying emotions
I put them 6 feet under
Moving Forward
Yes, life can be hard
And the world can be cold.
At times you have nothing,
Not a hand to hold.
But we must look to the future,
And the past behind.
In my heart I’ll remember the spring trees and the taste of fruit early in the morning before the sun rises, high in the sky, and paints the world with color.
my vocal cords burn as I gasp for air,
it looks at me and laughs with its cold stare.
it let me breathe with just one gasp
of its neck, I'd snap if I could just walk back.
but backwards is the direction I can't go
She was born a mistake and mistakes she will make,
Mistakes are lessons you should take.
She will grow to have two brothers,
And those brothers will bug her.
Mistakes she made but her brothers love her as is...
The first time I saw your face, I wrote thirty poems that day.
The day you went away, I wrote forty poems that day.
The day I tried to change, I wrote zero poems that day.
There is a room
And in this room there are two boxes
One box is big and the other box is small,
Impossibly small,
And you take a step forward
To look at these boxes.
As I enter this day,
what most do I crave?
Unlimited, love-genuine intimacy
with someone who never leaves
Embraced daily close to a heart that's
RED is the violence our kind faces
a discrimination that surpasses
religion and races
An ORANGE tinge outlines
our scars. A reminder of
Injustice comitted this June,
in an Orlando
gay bar.
And his mama asks "what's wrong?"
And he mumbles "nothing"
And he runs to his room,
And he bangs the door shut.
And he sits on the floor by his bed,
And he sticks his headphones in his ears,
I was born in spring
the season of birth and rebirth
when flowers bloom
and birds start to sing
I have a wish I will always blow out my candles for
my wish is acceptance
my wish is love
this is a poem to my
Sister
Alexa
who isn't afraid to say what's Real
who has been my Shepherd through the worst times
This world is contaminated by fools believing the shadows oppose the light
But would you even know brightness without the dark, or despair without joy?
I am a young girl
Striving for a life away from you.
My dreams and goals
Lead away from you.
My achievements and accomplishments
Are all to run away from you.
All I do
Is to escape you.
Why must we be identified by such names?
I feel as though in our society,
There are more names that project
A negative idea towards us then positive ones.
Beautiful
Kind
Wonderful
Forlonness and dejection tear at my heart
Serrated claws ripping flesh apart
Searing pain pulsates through a body so maimed
Burning gaze from icy daggers aimed at my shame
Are we not the same?
Some people look at me.
Look again, recognize my gender.
Please tell me that you know what I mean.
My existence means that the world is changing.
Smokey room filled with chills,
Empty bottles, and pills.
Today's fears are tomorrows tears.
She feels Euronymous creep in,
As he shatters every seam.
Today she is seen but tomorrow dreamed.
birth(Death)
what is in be(Tears)ween
girlboys like boygirls(Temporarily)
jackandjill
happycarefreemindless (Clueless)
(i Pity, not envy)
My mentor came to take my hand
And with a voice so kind,
Said, “Come along and we shall see
What angels we can find.”
Can I Sense What the Physical Eye Cannot Detect ?
By: Alesiya Walker
When a heart pleads for love,
If we live everyday with the blinds closed, we will never notice if the sun has set or if the moon has risen, rather life takes a standstill.
My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal.
Lost in a sea of swirling faces.
Learning to walk amongst the Ashes.
My hands are covered in the black
And now I dream of going back.
A million miles between the stars
It's so cold, the world is far.
A song I sing that would make no sense/As a song/Couldn't control the feelings inside/So a piece of paper I hoped would provide/ I write my words like a toddler walking/ Slowly, slowly stumbling/ Soon I gain speed and rhyme/ The world looks differ
I know that you are out there!
Please come and talk,
To a girl who feels all alone,
A girl that feels so lost.
I am bisexual,
Yes, we exist.
I am not hiding that I am gay,
I open my mouth with words ready to express
All that escapes are jagged chokes that fade into the atmosphere.
She verbally slaps me with those same chokes
He glares at me with his once warm eyes.
I speak of the masks I hide behind.
It's not just me--
it's everyone.
It's anyone who wants to be accepted
for once in his or her life.
I speak of the boy who came home crying
On the night of dying days
Night men smoke their hours away
Beauty queens take their light of day
Succubus smile succubus kiss
Succubus giveth death to unborn kid
I will never write poetry again. The day started with a usual feeling of grief, I didn't want to go to school and I definitely didn't want to go to English class.
I need your gentle fingers
To grace my skin
As your warm arms embrace me
And hold me together
I need your soft lips
To linger on each syllable
As your words
Talk my mind off a cliff
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner
Some of the products used by many
The clothes that society says look good are designer
Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny?
I'm writing a song of love but it's not for me.
Bless your lucky stars above for love like ours.
The grey sky light can guarantee tears from broken up lovers in the street.
Their love can't go on like ours.
A color of love,
pink is softer than bright red.
Breathes to soothe and warm;
happy with its love and trust.
Calm breeze replaces wild fire.
Cover your eyes, and what do you see?
Is it the grass, or the sky, is it me?
Why must we make all of our judgements with sight,
When all that matters is what's wrong and what's right?
Years are drifting by,
Life is passing through,
Pain and sorrow surrounding you,
We surpass the challenges,
Only for new ones to form,
We raise our hands,
In hopes that everything will be okay,
All I need is fairness in a world
where it seems it does not exist.
Where it feels as though
every ounce of what I do
is measured and judged by people
And as he waits on the spire of the human soul,
End watches.
A woman stands outside and stares
across the rugged buildings to the early sunset. It’s a lot of blue
covered over with whispy clouds,
I wish I told my 11-years old self, that you are perfect the way you are.
That I didn’t have to be someone else in order to be accepted,
“A girl stood on the hill,
With the hole filled in her chest.
Someone saw her abnormality,
And loved her nonetheless.
He took away all her pain,
The key to thee
is that of three
Know this mastory of three
and truely shed thy
body and be free
Live that of three
If you're going to love me babe I just wanted to give you a heads upA heads up as to why I am the way I amAnd what you're leaping into when you decided to say those three words
All I need is a chance to be heard and understood,
Not to be the mistake child who everyone talks about.
Not to be making six-digits and have nothing to spend it on.
Not to be living your dreams for you.
He is jealous for me,Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.When all of a sudden,
Maybe she likes sports
Maybe he likes ballet
Maybe she's a he
Maybe he's a she
Maybe she likes girls
Maybe he likes boys
We must be treated equal
We are humans, not cookie cutter toys
Dear outsider,
I've never seen you before,
perhaps because I'm blind.
Blind to the hidden beauty of the world.
Blind to potential.
Blind to unconventional people,
Someone died today
And your sorrow is cherished
It was a long time ago
May moss grow on their bones
Because of you,
I have a life.
Because of you,
I have a friend.
Because of you,
I have a guide.
No matter what,
No matter when.
Because of you,
I found a service.
In a time of desprate need
In a time of sadness and despair
In a time, when I felt lonley, as if no one was there
In a time when I had anxiety, having nothing but insecurity to spare
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
She wears clothes that aren't comfortable to hide her body
She pours out sweat to get the dream she's always wanted
She puts her mind and soul to love herself
She paints her face to mask her flaws
In a graveyard, you’ll find there’s a girl.
An angel from another world.
She built her walls,
she made her stone,
the concrete angel had a home-
At 17, she thought she had the world Butterflies, tears of joy in her eyes She held on tight, no in between liesTime to let go, here comes the surprise
Dear Buddhist girl,
You are so perfect.
You are kind, and you are wise.
Others may not understand you like I do,
But i will always be here to pick you up when you need me.
Personality hardening like clay,
Should I pick it up and throw it away?
Worried about how you will scold me after I come home today,
I’m afraid of the stains of the “play”,
As you always would say.
When the universe was arranged,
All creation from a bang,
Every grain,
Every cell,
Every atom flew out.
And like all matter careened about,
I am perseverant.
They tell me I can't, I say I can and will.
No challenge or obstacle is too great.
Even through the toughest trials,
I will prevail and push through until I am succesful.
I am not a cheerleader.
I am not on a team.
I don't have any honors,
Let's not be mean.
I have my passions,
And you may not understand,
Certain hobbies fasten,
Themselves to my hands.
God loves all of us, He knows our names without us introducing ourselves to Him, He accepts us
as His creation so explain to me why the human flesh fear acceptance of people from different
So tell me about the things
that keep you up at night.
Tell me about the things you love
so much that you would fight
for them.
Tell me about where you grew up.
Tell me about why you grew up.
She was always different
Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary
And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
Growing up in a border town, I felt like the runt in a litter of kittens
My skin was a few shades lighter than everyone else that every time a teacher turned off the lights, everyone assumed that I would glow in the dark
I began on a rainy, cold fall night.
I was an ‘accident.’
The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother.
The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
My race, the color of my skin shouldn't affect how you view meWhat you should be looking at is that which you cannot see
She often sat and wondered how they became so distant.He is close enough to touch, but too far away to reach.Every song and saying reminds her of what used to be.
Why don't you love me?
He cried into my shoulder.
My love, how can I love you when I don't even love myself.
hands out
with your palms up
burned and bruised
as you're reaching for love
that isn't even there
arms aching
outstretched for so long
years and years
Love
is Patient
Love
is Kind
Love is home
And home
is you
Being with you
without fear
without a doubt
that we
we are
loved
we are
worthy
Girl : Why can't I have this job?
Boss : I don't like your hair, I said,
it is too red.
Girl : Is that a problem?
Boss : It is not normal,
you should come more formal.
They say that its wrong
To love another woman
To kiss her
To hold her as if i were a man
They say that's its wrong
To call myself "gay"
To dress like a boy
To prefer hats and haircuts
I am
"Impudent" and "bunglesome"
to bad nobody
knows
what
that
means.
I am
in "Solitary confinement"
at this lunch table
nobody
knows
how that
When you fantasize of that caress and places its never been
shiver at thoughts of hearing warm words you've never heard
ectasy you've never experienced
only to come down and realize you're your own surprise,
Amazing.
Grand.
Everlasting.
What is the definition for the complete state of pure euphoria?
This heart , this mind and this body all are held to the standard from the outside.
I am nothing my outside shows...the thickness of my thighs and stomach give no indication to the person I truly am.
Her words were never heard
they were never spoken.
She created her own language
through her eyes, her vibrant sapphire eyes.
We grew up together, her and I...
and yet she never really grew up,
Adoption is tough,
Adoption is life changing,
I would be first to know.
Let me tell you how:
I hurt for years without knwing,
I cried so many nights just longing,
Was it for her?
Hello, how have you been?
It's been so long since we've talked.
I miss your voice, I miss your laugh.
It has slowly become a stranger to me.
But never will it disappear, it's like a tattoo.
Why can't you see
I'm just me.
With beauty and power
despite what I achieve.
I try hard to be perfect
so you will really see...
how much your love
really means to me.
You rested your head against the mossy tree stump
never minding the ache
as you sprawled upon the wet grass that dampened your dress
and your eyes ate up the stars
your fingers outstretched towards the sky, grasping
I used to write poetry about you
because you were always on my mind.
Now I write to remember, regret;
Storm clouds drift asunder
Sanction the golden sun
Silence raging thunder,
See smiles and to them run.
Inspiration hides
Where greatness resides
And is overlooked
We’re all overbooked
That is what we all want to see when we look in the mirror.
Perfection is nothing short of a dream.
Without a filter, my true and most natural beauty is shown
It isn't improved with filters, like Valencia and Rise
It's the normal me, the unaltered me
Pressing "none" or "no effect" allows you to see
Beauty is being kind
Beauty is being lovig
Beauty is being compassionate
Beauty is being understanding
Beauty is being true
A pure and real self is who you are
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be
and don't have flawlwss skin.
My laugh is a little obnoxious,
but hey this is me.
I don't cake my face with makeup
to live up to the "beauty standard"
The tablet hovers before my face
And captures it with an audible click
a still reflection of me
will join a sea of photography
and my lungs are about to be flushed
with eyes that are thirsty for their
I hide who I am from most everyone today
I was bullied and harassed back in the day
It taught me to sit back quietly and assess
Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
Jesus walks with in me day by day
When I show them the real me they say it's not okay
They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted
Turn Tilt Smile Move on
Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
If you understood you wouldn't have to ask.
If you listened to me I wouldn't have to repeat.
Please just look me in the eyes and know what i am feeling.
My soul is trapped inside a barbed wire box
and I cannot breathe
The skulls in the closet of the back of my mind sneering
Selfies? Those arent me
my words represent the truest version of myself
without filters I have never sounded more like myself
people go years without finding their voice
well, I have found mines and made it known
Big brown eyes,
Maybe too slim,
Maybe too loud,
Hair too long,
Maybe too out of control,
We see how the media depicts us,
Women especially,
No,
Upon the beds of my frozen lake
Where my roses were left to sleep
She lay
In the meadows of my broken hopes
And dreams that never came true
She sat
She heard his voice
She heard my voice
Even though my fingers may curl,
and my ankles wobble as I walk,
that does not mean that I am less.
people see me and they think
theres a girl far from girly
for they see my plaid button up shirt,
My life has never been perfect
but what is perfection?
Is perfection when you're always happy
A world where the very beings that dewll in it, only exist in a realm of inauthenticity. A filter.
Everywhere I glance, I find a pit of indecency. The urge to acquire the highest level of popularity.
I would like to think that my body and my face were created specifically for me.
I always try to imagine something good coming out of what I am about to doAnd then it gets knocked down with a "what i
A rather dim lit view
A dim lit view of a place I once knew
A place which is capable of feeding my joy
A joy that some call an oddity
As my cheeks begin to secede
For those who cannot see
The beauty behind every being
Each flaw that makes up a subject
Are the characteristics that make you perfect.
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
I... am flawless.
From the dark, brown dreads that represent the crown on my head,
to the white, stylish sneakers tightly laced on my feet,
I... am flawless.
I awaken in the morning to encourage my very being,
Did you know, that at one point in time,
Being gay was considered a disease?
That it was thought to be an illness?
Shocking, I know.
I refuse to be labelled a disease -
Love and acceptance fuel the world
I spread love
I accept all
No one can judge except those above
I do not discriminate even against those from Montreal
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
I am a Natural Beauty
Them contacts, I don't need
Them lashes, I won't wear
That makeup it looks nice but my perfect Natural skin it don't fit right wit
Because my Beauty is Natural
Yes I have a Natural fro
Some White, Cream, Tan, Buff.
Pink, Red, Brown, Black.
Chalky complexions,
solid skins.
Some room in between
for no invasion of space.
Stacking and stacking—
too much to even count.
Each morning my face looks at me,
Some days with sleep still in its eyes.
And, though I like the face I see,
It's time to put on my disguise.
The brown eyelashes become black;
I am a beautiful woman
But my mind body and soul
Is confined by the powers of this intertwined worlds
Of what we call social media.
The filters of normal, Kentucky, slumber, and rise
A loving sister, and loyal friend,
Tender hearted, caring deeply ‘til the end.
Stubborn, opinionated, and steadfast,
A strong willed girl, never dwelling in the past.
Born to nurture, love, and be loved,
On the left, the lust who yearned for love,
On the right, the love whom was never loved.
Together an iron triangle full of deceit.
Only the hearts on the side trruly beat.
I look in a mirror and see nothing
I take a picture and see a plan face
Only when adding a filter will I feel like something
When I add filter I hide the dark tint on my skin
Making it my very own filter
Aye, that natural beauty tells a story
show my power and courage to not be like others
Show off myself because theres only one of me
with added enhancers we are all the same
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
"Anormal", "Wrong", "Needs To Be Fixed", "Queer!"
That's but a small bit of the everyday soundtack that I hear.
"No, I don't want a Kiss.", "I'm not broken.", "Please don't touch me there!"
I have left,
But I have not left your minds, or your hearts,
I am gone,
But only from sight,
In each and every one of your hearts my spirit lives on.
I know some of you are sad,
Upset, and
I see the illumination ofdesecrationof the human kind,but when they turn off the mic
A frosty road less traveled by
A Dickinson invitation to the internal sky
So many things happening around me and it just amazes me how God just continues to keep his hedge of protection around me and to bless me.I sometimes wonder about things that happened to me in the past and how so any people have walked out of my
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity
The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be
I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
Can I Get A Story
I am Black and American
Yet I am labeled as white
And not because I bite
From white to black and pink to blue,
my biracial skin makes me #flawless like you.
From birth to adulthood,
society has taught us nothing but where out differences stood,
She watched the shampoo run down the drain in rivulets of strawberry blood.
She stood and thought and tried not to think of the things that are and the thing that was.
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
I am tired and lost in my empty world
Looking for answers to my questions
Where do I belong?
Where do I go next?
What am I missing?
Am I in the wrong life?
Is it my hair, too short and too straight?
I am flawed
You are flawed.
We are all flawed.
These flaws can be physical:
not matching to what society wants,
not being the stereotypical beautiful
covering it up with powders and cloth.
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
When I close my eyes
I'm travelling
with backpacks hanging off of me
they aren't heavy
because they're just enough
(A.K.A 'Question')Why praise God, onlyto curse & challenge His namewhen a trial comes?
They say there's no such thing as perfect
But I happen to know that talk is cheap
Flawless is the best thing to be
To be who I am I must accept who I am
Flawless is just an act that lays beneath
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
Why one must hide just to be accepted?
Why must parents judge even when they say they won’t?
There are no reasons to lie just so we do not get criticized
Out of the millions who reside Earth
I am no different
Fairly tall enough to help when possible
Light chocolate skin that should not be judged
Once I forgot the tune to a song
once I got my spelling words wrong
once in PE I fell on my face
Nobody is born flawless
No one is a perfect being
But when we embrace our flaws
And love ourselves for who we are
we are flawless
I can still hear the crunch of the potato chips resounding in my ears like the crushing of my dreams to fit into that dress,
Some days I wake up wishing I was still asleep
Hoping that it's all just a dream
Stress envelops me like a newborn in mom's arms
And it slowly whispers its promise to me
'Till Death Do Us Part
Warrior
I know what you think when you look at me.Everyone thinks the same exact thing.But no one really knows, or cares to understand,just what it is, that makes me who I am.
In the words of my mother “I was as big as a good shit” Which was some shit seeing a I gave her so many complications.
"You can not do it.",
said the Smirking Lips, as they dangled below the nose.
I persevered.
"You are worthless.",
cried the Leering Eyes, as they squint on in disdain.
But I persevered.
Fuck yes,
I'm ace.
I'm ace as hell.
People might say I'm broken
or maybe confused
or that I just haven't met the right person.
Well, they're wrong.
My sex drive is 0.
words can hurt doesn't mean they are always true they dont always come from a credible source you look ugly they say brown eyes with rosy cheeks you look fat they say chubby cheeks my jeans are tight not prett
I tried so hard to fit in, ignoring who i was, ignoring my beliefs.
The thought of being wanted, the thought of being loved, i gave it much more value
than it was really worth.
She doesn’t love me the way I love her.She baited me like a fish on a lure,and I fell for every line.Now I’m stranded here by the wayside.
Hush, it’s okay
There’s no need to take a peek.
What are you doing, trying to look in so deep?
Do you wish to be clawed at, do you wish to be scorned?
I accept the things I cannot change
because the past will forever be the same
my mistake are meant to remain
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
Late nights, early mornings
Staying up for days
How can you ever sleep?
The drugs keep me sane
Judge all you want
Finding myself with every hit
How can I not love it?
Staring out the window, examining the stars.
I put my finger to my heart and recall the mournful scars.
I pray to God and bow my head,
Kneeling peacefully by my bed.
An angel comes and embraces me
I can feel the power of the stars transmit through her eyesTo my unworthy eyes In the mouths of those who claimI am incapable of loving herBecause I am a girl
Love me. Hold me and never let me go. This world is too heavy for me to carry by myself and I cannot deal with these demons of mine on my own.
I was always the last person in line, the last seat at the back of the classroom, and the last person to speak.
And when life becomes the longest thing you have ever experienced;the most difficult essay you have ever written;the most somber song you have ever performed,
In the beginning, I owned two masks. One was a Barbie, one was a Power Ranger.
The mailbox held an envelopeKeys still in the lockRunning late to the movies
I stand behind a wall of pain
Gazing out into a world of blame, that
You're so quick to spue from a fernace of flames, that
Your mouth claims. I stand
Apologies for my doubts. I was never meant to be trusted.
Believe me, you looked a lot like a boomerang,
But there’s nothing worse than sitting alone on the seesaw all year.
When poets fall in love,
The gods themselves weep
For they know of the souls,
The minds,
The hearts
That will be unhinged
And yet mended.
Each breath rolls off their tongues
Understand that
not everyone is the same
when you think about it
where did people get the "standard" for criticizing people
since when did not wearing brand name clothes
become the definition of
I, a young woman today , realized my flaws.
I H I D E under a persona that is not me.
I H I D E to protect myself from scars caused by not strangers but people I love.
All you see is the exterior form
Instantly you judge me by my face, clothes and background
Yeah I'm different, isn't everyone?
Flawed human beings we are
Hiding behind, creating an illusion
Everything is obliterated, all but the silenced lonesome
My mind emerges from the deepest crevasses of my soul, my tears from grief
Have you ever had a secret in which you've held awhile;
You see in the eyes of others that you're perceived odd or even vile;
For you being different does not make you gross;
I sit near the window frame
Staring at my own shame
Nothing is the same
Am I really all to blame
Or is this really just some game
My emotions are set aflame
This isn't some ballgame
Who am I you ask?
I’m rather unsure.
I’m a wimp, and unskilled.
Forever alone.
I’m hopeless, Self-hated,
And nervous I’ll be
Deserted, forgotten,
Left out in the dark
How can you not tell when someone is crying out to you
As if they don't give you any clues;
When you are known for happiness but filled with sadness
When you're trying to figure out this world through all this madness
Welcome
When we enter this world, it’s the first word we hear
Though it may seem simple, its meaning’s not clear
“Of course it is!”
You will say
Where you supposed to go when your home aint even home
happiness is in the gutters
have to close up all those shutters
see these people here dont love us
so all we got is each other
When we met, you were just another girl
But now for some reason you are my world
I havent seen you in a while but it cool
My heart says otherwise, maybe i'm a fool
The days go by, we hardly speak nowdays
People get so creative these days. All we ever hear when a new, un usual thing comes up now is "well, thats how it is now days."
Sick they say! Sick!
Am I sick?
so disturbing to some
so interesting
I've been floating for years,
Cocking my ear to the sounds of late night drives
And the quick tongues of midnight calls.
The white lights at my sides give off flashes
Only lasting every other minute or so,
Could this be true
The words flowing from your lips
Such hurt you scream
Such pain you cause me
Love can't be forced fore it is a force in itself
Tell me to love her when I'm in love with him
Love is funny. Love is weird. Love is knowing. Love is guiding. And to those whom it passes, it is unintentionally hurting.
Why must we hide
Why must we apologize
Why must we be criticized
For who we are inside
I see no reason to lie
People are monsters
Hating those who just want
To love
nobody left, and nobody died,
but the family count went from six to five.
a daughter abandoned, shunned, alone,
because another girl's heart was the place she called home.
innocent little girl
oh how your innocence has been taken
stolen from you like a thief in the night
a thief with so much power
a thief with so much aggression and anger
It angers me. It really makes my skin crawl. How people think they have the right to deny other people to express their love. I heard a joke once. It goes like this. A man walks into a Subway and orders his favorite sandwich.
they shove you down
They cut you up
There words like knives that make you feel alone
The words that turned a heart of gold into a black hole
They say kids are curl That is true
but adalts can be mean too
Sometimes I mess up, I know I'm not perfect.
Does that still mean I'm not your baby girl?
What have I done to make you almost disappear from my life?
Did I say or do something wrong?
If so, can you please tell me?
-Redefine beauty. Extract all the melanin from my skin, or add just a bit more to yours and let's see what difference it makes in our personalities. No change.
We all have a voice inside us
That wants to be heard
To scream above the mountain tops
Our greatest dreams and fears
To express oneself for all to hear
Would be a dream come true
I say to my friend:
“Dude, I just got a vinyl of one of my favorite bands, Cage the Elephant! It’s awesome and clear yellow; I can’t wait to listen!”
I was not supposed to fall for you,
It would have been against the laws,
Of the animal kingdom to claim a stake
When another female has already marked her territory
And I have never been a rule breaker.
White teeth, long hair, pretty smile, perfect skin
Yet no one knows what lies within.
The girl with a pretty face
Longs for the day when things will fall into place.
So I have quite the funny story:
I was walking down the street, right,
and this lady hollered
“[pig noises] Ay yo Big Bertha,
You should probably go on a diet and lay off the big macs.”
Hey, there
I’m a nerd
Better yet, I’m a geek
I actually read for the fun of it
I like going to school
I’m pretty smart (most of the time)
I wear solid black glasses
And today I morn
Holding the parts to my crushed heart,
I stare into the abyss of my dull soul.
I know this is not the life you wanted for me
I still hope you're proud of me
I've tried my best
Now I'm finally focused on myself
I've always wanted to be the girl
My parent's would be proud of
she got hurt when she was 5 when she fell.
she was in her room alone,
pretending to be ruler of the skies
as she jumped off a cloud of comforters and pillows
onto a hard wooden floor where she slid and
My Community is often called dark.
We are often mistaken as rundown.
However we are the ones with the spark.
I am half-Mexican and Half-Cajun.
This means two things; - One - I am HOT!I have the taste buds of a volcano (and the temper of one too)
and don’t get me started about this
*bronze complexion*,
The shaddows begin to appear,
the night kills of the sun.
The man walks, hopelessly,
he knows he is not done.
The wind never blows,
in his direction, there is no breeze.
The Human mind is of the essence
A gift from the almighty, a moral blessing
From which we derive our strengths and weaknesses
From guilt to wrongdoing, life is indulged with grievances
Why is it okay to judge people
For their dreams?
For what they believe in?
Based on their skin color? Or who they're in love with?
I wonder
What it would be like
If I had a father
Who cared,
Loved,
Helped.
I wonder
What it would be like
To not have to fight
For steps,
Small,
Small
Steps.
They tell me I’ve changed for the worse. My true beauty grabbed her attention, my personality captured her heart. My eyes caught hers. My mind made her wonder. My past made her hold me closer.
Slowly coming sucky death
getting closer with each breath
within my heart there burns a flame
that gets brighter at the sound of your name.
I am quiet
I am small
The storm in me wages a riot
I am a wanderer
I am a believer
Constantly a wonderer
I am eighteen
I am young
Yet caught somewhere in between
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.
In the depths of Tarturus, we long for spring time.There is no spring here, in the world we live.We are surrounded by Evil.By Hatred.
Acceptance is key
labels have become a necessity
and now they determine our worth
whether it's skin color, your hometown
even your choice of clothes or your choice of faith
Acceptance is key
We live in a world where no one is accepted
It’s 2014 and nothing much has changed
Society is way harsher now than it was in 1960
1960 was the time where everyone accepted each other for who they were
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
For as long as we survive
In these lifetimes we blindly drive
We find ourselves wishing for greater
Perfection is a desire,
Freedom an aim,
But how much would I give,
To make one little change.
People with similar tastes,
Similar goals,
Similar lifestyles,
Is what we look for.
Perfection is a desire,
Freedom an aim,
But how much would I give,
To make one little change.
People with similar tastes,
Similar goals,
Similar lifestyles,
Is what we look for.
Alone the rain is not your friend
It soaks your coat and taps your head
Your feet grow cold and you fill with dread
Acceptance is not submission.
It’s not a provision for idleness.
It’s not a justification for regression.
It’s the potential for improvement.
We battle on fields of death
For our beliefs,
Look at you
I could dry children’s tears with your honey hair,
With your peach lips plant poppies in soft fields,
Lay clouds and oceans in your transcendent eyes.
And seek solace in the blush in your skin.
She came early today
She said she took the long way
And had something to say
She told me some lies
She told me some truth
She told me she tries
Sometimes what’s the use
These words are in my head
Shouting, begging to be released.
They have slowed but never ceased,
Weighing me down like lead.
I try to keep them inside
Tucked away in the dusty corners
If ignorance is bliss
Then let me off this
Ride
I refuse to be blind
Shutting off my mind
Forever
Okay to only follow
Is a thought I cannot swallow
Down
Whatever happened to the evaluation of our own sins
before casting stones at others?
Have we all forgotten that lesson?
So many people speakin of things
they know nothing about.
Assumptions turn into rumors,
If I could change anything about the world today,
Anything at all,
I would change our perceptions on people
I would crush our ideas that anyone is better than another
Especially if you believe that because of
I was born with this bodybreasts, cunt, curves and a certainsoftnessthat means I can't be the
action herothe saviorthe martyr
Once upon a time
a fish fell in love with a bird.
And every day the fish would stop
To gaze up at the her bird’s brilliance
Every day, she would sit and wait
To merely glimpse at her love
FREEDOM would be driving
with the windows down
and the spring air painting ribbons
through your hair like a lost Van Gogh.
It would be that Macklemore song
permeating the car
He had been 'reading' for
As long as he could remember.
His mother's voice was soothing to his ears
As it washed over them in a soft, murmuring tone.
A tone that was betrayed almost every time
Your hatred is unreasonable, unfathomable, and irrational.
So why continue to say that name in place of my own?
You are the NIGGER
The low-down and the dirty.
The hatred.
Sometimes it is only right,
Sometimes it is only proper,
Sometimes it is convention,
But all the time it is wrong
To judge a person by what they wear
I wear a shirt and pants,
I'd change my face
The large pores, the dimpled chin
Sharpen the roundness, put teeth in a brace
Judgment.Discrimination.That’s all I ever see.When will come the timeWhen we see each other equally?Appearance.Identity.Criticized constantly.Why can’t we live in a world
Judged by the way we look, magazines
skew the idea of true beauty. Who started this trend? And
If I could change, just anything
I would change the way love is viewed.
Some say marriage can only be between a man and a woman,
But who are they to judge?
i feel like an alien sometimesout of this worldbecause i'm not always surethat i like the idea of
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
Flowing Locks Of Ropes
Cherish thee With Love
Long braids flowing down
hardly ever touch the ground.
Pig tails-Pony tails
If I would change a person
I would change them to be
non-judgemental, kind, and fair
and I hope everyone will see.
Because not everyone is perfect.
They're tall, fat, and thin,
Pure, the infant is born
Caught in wonder and awe
not yet taught to scorn
or haunted by what its saw
Children see no race
Or sexual orientation
All love they embrace
Could you in that dense mind of yoursHave ever dreamed a world so greatSo filled with beauty and passions
Mom did I do okay?
Grandpa are you happy?
Dad did you see my grade?
Aunt have you seen my project?
Grandma can you come to the award ceremony?
Uncle did you like my singing?
Am I good?
Be true to where you come from
But don't make it what you are
All people are quite different,
Yet not too far apart.
No matter what you look like,
upon this planet Earth.
I have two hands and a brush
And a silver palette filled
With many colors lush
That I swirl and I swill.
My brush I drag across and down.
Black drips into white
If you play a game
Do you consider yourself a player or a gamer?
What if the sky and ocean reversed?
What if our roles in life were extremely cursed?
What if good is actually bad?
I am gray
I fall in the middle of you all
The endless abyss of unaccepted
Hated by none? All? Some?
Can He still feeel the nails dig in?
Each time I fall and just give in
To evey lie? To evey sin?
If you are a real christian you will love everyone, for love is the greatest commandment of all,Hatred causes arguments, but love overlooks all wrongs.
The world was not kind to meI guess it saw me unworthyOr maybe just too plainOr maybe just too strangeJust too different from the restAnd decided I needed some painI suppose some suffered more
Going Our Separate Ways
My eyes begin to water
As I crave your warm embrace
Missing you is like a deadly sin
It breaks my heart
When someone tells you to be this or that,
What makes it okay to listen?
You weren’t raised to be molded into that ideal human being.
You weren’t raised to follow that hateful society outside.
From the moment I walked in,
You judged me.
It was apparent you knew nothin'
I know nothing in the life comes free,
But you told me I couldn't afford
The one thing I wanted to be.
If you knew me now, you’d know I’ve changed
If you knew me now, you’d see me differently
I’m not the same person I used to be
I'm tired of schools taking claim
And not going by their word
By putting "anti-bully zone" in the name.
Am I the only one who finds it absurd?
Your idea is to do these kids a favor,
People of different ages, genders, and identities stare into their reflections;
When I look at you, I see what it means to be alive.
Your presence is all-consuming.
I look to you because I simply cannot get enough and want yo see what you'll do next.
How do I know if you're really there?
How do I really know what to believe?
Or am I just locked in a room for hours
Reciting from memory some half rememberd creed?
This life I have known
Laughter. All I hear is laughter.
Girls snicker at me and look away to whisper.
Boys point at me. What did I ever do to deserve this?
I just want acceptance, to walk into school with pride.
When did people stop being people?
But their race,
thier age,
their gender, or lack of,
their sexuality,
their religion,
their beliefs,
their ideas,
Your ideas made me, desgined me.
The paper was my womb and the ink nourished me.
When i was ready, you P U S H H H H ED me.
out.
My spine showed my name. Given.
My cover reflected you.
Love is Strong
Love is Powerful
Love is Free
Yet is it judged
Not being able to love whom we want for who we are
But at the end Love will always concure those who judges
They don’t wanna see me with you, they say I can do better
But what do they know?
Tellin me how to feel and how to love
At the end of the day nobody knows about this but US
I do not wish to say a damn thing to you and your hypocrisy
Damnation of existentialism driven by your thoughts of “true” Christianity
Scrunched face and squinted eyes
What is this?
Our world
What has it come to?
Our thoughts
What have they fallen to?
A prejudice mind set has taken over us, racism covering our hearts
Let me be me
Stop criticizing every move I make
Stop judging me, without fair play
You make me out to be the villain
Though I am the victim
For years you acted out
My soul and my whole existence hurts
I keep on doubting who I am
Am i who others want me to be
Or the person that i see myself being and is
My heart and mind are both fearful
Prove to me that you're still there, And prove to me that you still care.It's hard to put faith in what you can't see, But let's just keep this between you and me.Sometimes I have to question myself,
Looking back to the times, We laughed so hard.Can't you just seeHow perfect you are? The ideas we share, The words exchanged, And when we mess up, Each taking our blame.
I know you do really mean it.And I can feel it in your touch. But I can't take a compliment.I'm used to the downs, not the ups.
You ask me to stay, Yet push me away.But I want to know, So I just can't let go.One day you'll realize, All the bad was lies.You're perfect to me, One day I'll make you see.
Hoping I'd find love,
Couldn't see how it'd be you...
The others that broke my heart...
Somehow I know this is true..
Since the time we danced,
The first time kissed,
The first time we met,
I don't think I could ever explain,
Everything I'd like to say.
I don't think that you could see,
Everything you mean to me.
Most of all, I don't think you understand,
Just how in love with you I am.
The way you leave me breathless,
I knew this form the start.
So here's to us, saying,
Until Death do us part.
Fleeting glances, Silent passes, Your eyes locked on mine. Sway to the left, Just out of breath, All for the very first time. Sway to the right, Feelings, don't fight,
Can you pay tribute to love itself?
Loyalty, passion, curiousity, Love.
It can't be seen, can't be touched.
An abstract concept we Love so much.
Together we're like fire,
And you need to be mine.
It's like apart we're still alive,
But the fire burns inside.
And I know you feel the same as I,
And now I'm starting not to fight...
Never take what you have for granted,
As one day soon, you may not have it.
I wish I'd known this when I was with you,
Because now our moments are precious and few.
One year ago right now,
Their hearts were still beating,
Their lungs, still breathing.
But one year ago today,
Two precious lives were taken away.
Midnight, September Seventeenth.
I hate how you never escape my mind.
Every song reminds me of you.
I can’t quite erase you from my life.
You’re there no matter what I do.
I knew it would kill me if I accidentally fell.
So when I did, I swore I’d never tell.
I suppose the only words left now are Oh Well.
I promise I will love you,
With all of my heart,
I swear I'll be with you forever,
Until death do us part.
Everything you’ve made me feel,
None of that’s in the past.
Everything I feel for you,
That’s something that’ll last.
Someday you’ll move on,
Riding for miles, Your perfect smiles,
Silent conversations, Innocent flirtations,
The hot, sunny days, They passed me in a daze,
Mindless texts, Not knowing what comes next,
Sometimes we disagree,
But that’s okay.
To be perfectly honest,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’re always there,
You’ve helped me grow,
And you always know what to say,
Roses are red,
State tests make me blue.
Does any one else hate them?
I SURE DO!
Love...
A dangerous game for two...
I know I should ignore it...
But I'd give it all up for you...
Lies I Believed,
Over a period of time...
VERY DANGEROUS.
Everyone should avoid
(AT ALL COSTS!)
Your eyes, your smile, your hand in mine,
Your laugh, your serious face, secrets that've bound us over time.
Your jokes, your craziness, your special kind of mess,
Your swears, your promises, the things we've confessed.
The art of the heart,
Love grows because you make it.
My heart's been through tough trial and error,
So be careful, it's easy to break it.
To love you is to need you,
To need you is to want you,
To want you is to not have you,
So I guess that's where I stand with you...
To love you is to need you,
To need you is to want you,
To want you is to not have you,
So I guess that's where I stand with you...
It was less than a week ago,
You told me you were mine,
It’s time to face the truth…
I know you lied.
No matter how I try to deny it,
I’ll always know it’s true.
I guess I should’ve known,
If you love me, I hope you’ll tell me,
If you don’t, I hope you won’t.
Because I’d rather think you do,
Than know for sure you don’t.
When I said my life was perfect,
I actually might’ve lied.
I lied again when I told you,
That I was entirely fine.
I lied when I told you,
When I said I’d be okay,
I also lied when I insisted,
When you said I had you,
I think you might’ve lied.
You don’t realize how much I know,
But I know what you tried to hide.
You made me fold away my conscience,
You were a temporary fix to the pain,
If I gave you my hand,
Would you take it and lock your fingers in mine?
If I gave you my time,
Would you take it and Make it last a lifetime?
If I gave you my love,
We finally confessed,
To each other, our love,
Since then I realized,
You're more than I've ever dreamed of.
Something happened the very first time I had with you,
You melted my world and I felt something true.
And everyone around me thinks I'm going crazy...
But I don't care because I love you baby.
Who are you in the eyes of me?
What a silly question to ask; can't you see?
If it only could be answered so clear and simply,
But I don't think you'd understand how much you mean to me.
As everyone's rushing around the streets,
I'll sit back, relax, and kick up my feet.
I've no need to spend money on stuff,
I already have what you're getting for Christmas, love.
I wish I could say we'll be together forever.
(But that can't happen, we both know.)
I want to say the kinks will work themselves out.
(But we both know they won't.)
I love you more than life itself.
You felt the same way all along,
We are in love.
This is everything and more,
Than I've ever dreamed of.
I've had a few broken hearts,
And I know those few are only the start.
Loved without holding back,
And ended up using tape to stay intact.
Wished upon a shooting star,
I've watched you play the girls,
But this time you've sworn your love to me.
Do you really have a soft side?
Or am I just the same?
You talk with them a week or two,
And you walk away without shame.
A good poem will always start from the heart,
And the heart doesn't have auto correct.
So just pick up your pen, put it to paper,
You'd be amazed at the words you collect.
The day I don't have to lie,
Will be the day we'll tell the truth.
When they finally see eye to eye,
I won't have to worry about losing you.
But for now I'll just keep wishing.
Saying I don't want to lie.
If today were my last,
I'd know I gave it my all,
And I'm okay with that.
If today were my last,
I'd smile with my last good bye,
And I'd have no regrets.
If today were my last,
If I died today,
Would you wish you had've told me?
Would you regret what you didn't say?
Or would you even think of me?
Would you wish you had've been nicer?
Would regret playing your games?
Middle school can be so tough,
Friends can so mean,
Love can be so.. ugh.
It's not worth it, that's how it'll seem.
But you'll live without holding back,
You'll wish on some shooting stars,
I feel your hands around my waist,
My heart beats at a steady pace.
Laying on me, I feel your eyes,
It's like a bunch of butterflies inside.
I've loved like I should,
But lived how I shouldn't,
Acted like every day was my last,
Loved like most wouldn't.
I've hidden my share of secrets,
Erased every bit of doubt,
Memories held,
Never to be told,
Between the two of us,
This'll never get old.
Constantly running,
Covering us.
This must be how it feels,
How it feels to be in love.
We took a chance,
We took our shot,
I hope this plan works out.
But foolproof? It's not...
We'll keep our secret,
It's under lock and key,
There's no one to confide in,
Since the first time we danced,
The first time kissed,
The first time we met,
I've wanted us to be it...
Hoping I'd find love,
Couldn't see how it'd be you...
The others that broke my heart...
Somehow I know this is true..
Forget the regrets,
Ignore the truth,
No matter the price,
I'll run to you.
This'll end in disaster,
I'm no good for you,
I still don't care,
I'll run to you.
When I start coming undone,
Love me like there's no tomorrow,
And when something goes wrong,
Slowly gently, let me go,
With the words of our sweet song.
I could never ask for anything more...
You and Me.
And when the rain begins to pour...
Just Kiss me.
And when you have to walk out my door...
Just Miss me.
And when we're together, just being bored...
I never thought I'd hear you say it.
"I love you..."
I never thought I'd be saying it back...
"I'll always love you, too..."
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
The things we'll do...
What we'll do for love...
We know this isn't right,
But we choose to be wrong.
We're supposed to go with the flow,
But we're writing our own love song.
I miss that soft silence,
As we both breathe in.
I just hope that one day soon,
I'll get to hear that silence again.
We know we're a little bit crazy,
And probably not meant to be,
But it'll take more to make us see,
We're off the walls, just slightly,
But we can make this easy,
Because now it's just you and me.
I've never felt so close,
With you I can be me,
I've never felt so secure,
If only we could really be...
More stories of you,
Start to fall into place,
They say you're amazing,
They don't even know your name...
A secret held between us,
Easier for you to overlook,
The only way to spill for me,
Is the ink on the notebook...
Only a few more years,
It'll all fall into place,
Give me one more moment,
And I promise we'll run away.
Just one little secret,
And love you I may,
I can't promise I'll keep it,
Just a kiss on the lips,
Waiting for you to pull away,
I never wanted it to end.
Yeah, that was the day...
I toss and I turn,
When I try to sleep at night,
This time it's all your fault...
You've brought my senses to a new height...
It's like a millon shining stars spelling out your name,
From the moment I said I hated you..
I love how somewhere in between,
That changed to an I love you...
You swore to me you hated me,
I swore my hate for you...
I had my fingers crossed behind my back,
Now I know you were lying too.
My heart is in your hands now,
Please handle it with care.
If you're not ready to care for it,
Gently put it down and leave it there.
If I left, would you chase after me?
If I cried would you be there for me?
If I died, would you shed tears for me?
And if I said I love you,
Would you say you love me, too?
Let's make today last as long as we can,
For all we know, it may never happen again.
Like it's the last time we'll live, we'll touch,
Like it's the last time we'll kiss, the last time we'll love.
I'm a strong girl.
I keep it all in line.
Even if I'm not okay,
I manage to mumble the words "I'm fine."
They ask me if I'd lie to them,
Of course I'd never tell.
After two long years,
Came to short days,
I hope they're right,
About true love always finding a way...
Weekends gone and days passed,
I know you'll be there until the very last,
By my side or miles away,
I know we'll always be okay.
Your dark eyes get me,
as the world fades away,
please, hold me closer,
and kiss me in the rain.
It's just wrong enough,
Enough to feel right.
We smile at each other,
as our hands intertwine.
My footsteps.
They mark the schools,
The trace my home,
But best of all,
They're next to yours.
Meeting you was fate,
an act of destiny.
Being your friends was choice,
The right one, I think.
But loving you? That was beyond my control.
But hey, I'm not complaining.
They're crazy; they lie.
But who cares what they say?
They're full of themselves and jealous,
We know it'll be okay.
Soem people think I don't see it.
But I promise them I do.
When I stick to one boy for a really long time.....
I just really love you...
The memory of love is bittersweet,
Though the love itself was insane.
I used to think of it as perfect,
Now all I find is pain...
Love is blind,
as it tries to make life great.
But life is too freaked out,
Too crazy to see straight...
My hands are shaking cold...
I love you.
Your hands aren't meant for me to hold...
You said you did too.
I sincerely swore that I'd be true...
I believed your lies.
Somehow I still love you...
Yesterday night we went out to wander,
Still just children, chasing after love.
We ran around, hoping for,
That sweet feeling so unheard of.
We laugh at the stars and the shapes they make,
Somehow you brought my walls down,
Never failing to make me smile,
I hope I didn't make a mistake,
Letting you sit down and stay a while.
Just another girl,
All the same,
Ordinary and simple,
Just a different name.
In love she may be,
In love with you,
But would she write,
A poem? For You?
Now helplessly in love,
The first chance she got,
The hurt she'd found before,
She quickly forgot.
She'd made a mistake,
The negatives return,
It ripped her to bits,
As her eyes began to burn.
The faces pass and the places change,
Often I feel I'm all that stays the same.
But after stepping back and looking out,
I realized I've not got anything to worry about.
Do the words still matter?
Are they worth saying to you?
It's easier to keep quiet,
Hiding all feelings from you.
Remembering the past,
When it did matter to you,
When I should've kept quiet,
That girl in the mirror,
Isn't what she seems,
But I CAN promise you this,
That girl is me.
That girl in the mirror,
Is who she is.
She isn't everything,
But she is His.
Held down with love,
Trapped by you,
You stole my heart,
I love you.
I thought I was just a shadow,
On a dull grey wall,
Now I know the truth,
Now I know I was wrong.
The rain is quickly falling,
And I don't know what to do,
Time is slowly passing,
I wish I was still a part of you.
I regret the words I didn't say,
The things I never told you.
On the front porch steps,
We shared a smile.
In the moment we shared,
We hugged a while.
You pulled me in close,
We smiled again,
I like you a lot...
You're more than a friend.
And so when you're trapped,
When you're lost off in space,
It seems there's no one that's left,
I'll be calling your name.
From you I can't run,
From you I can't hide,
I just can't believe,
What you make me feel inside,
From you I can't flee,
From you I can't be,
I just want to believe,
That you are the one for me.
You're like the raindrops,
you fell from the sky,
You opened my heart,
You melted good bye.
You're something that I so badly want,
You're something that I can't not need,
You are what I have to have,
You're the someone that's meant for me.
Something that we want....
Something that we need....
You put your hand in mine.
I can touch the sky.
You look into my eyes...
All the pain quickly dies.
I belong to you, as you do to me.
Just a year ago I'd never have believed.
I'll always be the one that loves you and always cares,
And anytime you need me, I promise I'll be there,
I'll keep you safe, keep you warm.
I'll never let you go because you are the one.
I used to feel as if my heart could never love another,
And now with you I feel like we're meant for each other.
There's nothing I wouldn't do, boy, you know you drive me crazy.
I know I love you,
I know you love me, too.
It's as simple as you and me.
As simple as "We're meant to be."
On binders and bookshelves,
My hands and jeans, too,
On pages and papers,
I'll write of you.
On a strip of duct tape,
Across the top of my shoe,
On all my school folders,
I'm wishing on a shooting star,
Wishing it could take us far,
Wishing we could only be,
Us. You, and me.
You're wishing on a shooting star,
Wishing it could be less hard,
Wishing it was easy,
They swear it happened overnight,
But we both know the truth.
We know just how long it's been,
Two years going, me and you.
They swear it'll never last.
you know you're in love when...
you see each other,
and you just blush.
a blush leads to a smile,
a smile causes a giggle,
a giggle to a laugh,
a laugh becomes a hug,
a hug to a kiss,
You've had me hooked for a while now,
You've got my walls coming quickly down,
You make me smile, I want you to stay,
What can I say, when you make me feel this way?
Every time you hold me close,
He's the only thing that keeps me wishing,
And hoping, needing, and wanting.
He's the same kinda crazy that makes me think,
Think about everything I want "us" to mean.
I know there could be heartbreak.
That crossed my mind a little to late.
I'm busy thinking of your soft hands,
the expectation of your sweet kiss,
And of course what we'd become,
What we would make of this.
Memory after memory,
time after time.
It shouldn't have taken quite so long,
So long to call you mine.
The chances I've taken,
All the risks you took.
The possibility of us being mistaken,
Every little, lost dream,
Every little everything.
Never did I stop to think.
You were where they were leading me.
They've lead me straight to where you are,
Taking me evey where we'll be,
Side by side,
Or miles apart,
It's always you,
That's in my heart.
Day to day,
Year after year,
It's always been you,
That I hold so near.
Time after time,
Friend after Friend,
I hate when you don't sit by me,
I hate it the same when you stay.
I hate when our eyes, they meet,
I hate it more when you quickly look away.
I hate the feelings that come to me when you say you're my friend,
I'll remember this next time,
Next time I won't fall so hard.
Next time I won't cry...
Next time.
I'll remember this next time,
Next time I won't step up so quick,
Next time I won't ask...
Butterflies avail tight lids
Bliss, for the life of we, trinity, take flight!
Flaps, nor honorary than the film that corners street jungles,
From flat to round.
In a street he waits and staresWondering who will strike todayHe whispers secret, silent prayersHoping they will be at bayThey hate him for his beliefsThat religious men should lead
My green eyes
Gaze against my nearly translucent skin,
Then flicker across buildings
Of mirrors and concrete,
With blurry lights,
As rainwater descends,
Before pelting my crimson coat,
If I were shorter, would you love me?Would you tuck me under your armOr notice me even less?
she walks the halls but doesnt speak
the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek
her beauty and innocence corrupted by others
who point and laugh at the skin she covers
a boy who sits alone and cries
We've heard it in lesson after lesson.We've seen it when people cry. The words they hurt; they bruise and bleed, and we just turn our eyes. How long can we sit and live like this, while we know that others die? Inside and out they're broken, till
Remember that day you felt you could never compare
That feeling that life just couldn't be fair
Remember the tears that flooded your eyes
That feeling that life is a pile of lies
Lying on a bed
Surrounded by white walls,
I feel the physical throbbing,
Which makes me go insane.
Bright lights and bustling people,
Pain and pills,
IVs and insomnia.
Walking down the hall alone
Her legs feel heavy, dense
Her body seems so empty
Her thoughts are stuck in past tense.
There’s no set place she’s going
Plenty of places she hasn't been
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But the fools are steady day trippin’
So I have to fight them off
Why is it that
Those of us that can’t afford
A college education
Are punished for trying?
Why is the world saying
Screw you
For trying to get out
And do more than our parents
Grandparents
She sinks, Zoloft blue and sulking purples
“I just want to feel normal.”
A dawn of pitch midnight, starless and cold
Splintered planks groan underneath
Fresh air catches and turns bitter as she stands
Let me explain my addiction
That lies in the world of fiction
I'm just trying to beat the system
But the answers somewhere distant
The universe goes on and its never ending
His arms tightly grasped
His eyes filled with love
His smile blooms
His heart races
He lowers his head
Their lips meet quickly
Just once
A boy rushes around the corner
Catholic school does a number on a child,
He never knows what to believe.
Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and time again when I’d take the Lord’s name in vain,
Can I put my trust in you?My future?My dreams?
Can I share with you my biggest fears?My worries?My tears?
No. I cannot.You do not teach me trust.You do not teach my compassion.
We're jaded
No longer pleased with the midnight serenades and cigarettes
We yearn for something so simple
Each other
But it will never work
Because you love the heat and I love the cold
She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
In the midst of the gale
I found myself, helpless and pale
A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image
Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
I speak for the silence and against the harassment
As I take you hand we will show the world
How marriage is as free as the wind
Love thy name
Why not love it?
It is special
Love thy name
Was is it not sent from above?
It matches the beautiful person
Love thy name
Could you be with you without it?
Standing in front of the "holy" firing squad.Last wish on a pink triangle pinned on my shirt.Boss gives the countdown.Eyes closed and no regrets for how I've been living.
I never thought this would happen,
They would say, "It doesn't exist,"
I knew they were full of it, after our first kiss.
From that moment on, I knew Love could be,
I never thought this would happen to me.
Once I was hurt,
Once I was shattered,
Once I was young & knew no better.
Now that time has passed & I've had time to heal,
The love she has shown me has never been so real..
(For Christina)
I see my sad reflectionEyes staring at me blanklyMystified by your attractionI've been thinking about us lately
Write.
From a babe to a child, to a girl, to a...
"Woman".
My hand wrote more than any other kind
But then, cocky girl pointed out in disgust,
Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning.
Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait...
Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
You try to change me. you can't stand the way I look, the choices I make, the choices i've made, the friends i have, and you judge the slightest move i make. You can't handle the way I age.
Mucky, hot, permeating light
Sitting static to find some reprieve
Required event it’s hard to believe
Today the day of our patriot’s blight
Silly of me to wear long sleeves
Few things ca cut you without a blade or sharp edge,
Like paper or grass
-Well maybe not grass, since they are called blades of-
But the things that cut the deepest,
Making blood flow I lazy rivers out of the body,
Individuality has become a competition
Behavior is tailored to receive recognition
If everybody’s eyes were closed
How different would you be clothed?
If your classmates didn’t surround your seat
It's not easy I know. Going where nobody likes to go. A touchy subject that's for sure. But do you even know her? The struggles she's faced? The heartbreaks and pain?
When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand
Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand
However literature and poetry have always been my muse
When I’m Holding Anthony’s Hand
It has been a struggle,
The conflict of being different from one another,
The issue of accepting one another,
The Clouds,
they press their whole existence
against the cold glass pane in the sky
and they watch us, but they are content,
they do not envy us, because,
The Clouds,
the essence of my existence. As fastpaste as I’ve taught myself to be, my true fulfillment lies in stillness. The tranquil serenity and peacefulness of the motionless state of the self, a time when I can thoroughly analyze my position in social
You told her, “You can do it all!”
So she tried to climb a mountain
But she couldn’t afford a harness
So she went to sell lemonade
But you said, “Aim higher!”
So she went to sell wooden knickknacks
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions.
Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.
Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free.
Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
Escaping from it's place some time ago,
no direction - searching for an unknown soul.
In need of comfort, another person who's unclear.
Looking and looking, and the time comes near.
There once was a weed and a flower growing side by side in a garden. The flower was always bright and beautiful, bringing smiles to the faces that saw her. The weed was not so beautiful but people appreciated her anyway.
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
And when work is done,This poem has left me...My soul refreshed,AnewI feel cleansed.
People say that they are preaching the word of god, what he wants.
But how can they say that? God hates fags and arabs, black people and the messed up
Pride;
It’s often seen as someone who loves attention.
People see it as someone who evokes nonsense.
Power;
The first thought that comes to mind is control;
Those with power are accused of always controlling.
Oh happiness, take me upon your wings
fly me above and away
take me farther than my dreams
on the dawn of breaking day
Compassion is something you have naught of,
Though you are not without ambition.
What is sought is difficult to find alone,
Wisdom is more easily gained together.
From day one I've had goals
Goals thought to be immposible even by myself
Some I have acheived
Others i've yet to even percieve
Along with these aspirations I've come along a great deal of stress
You would think that love would be easy to find
I mean Isn't it stronger than anything?
I wish i could find someone i could love
with the heart that ive already given away
Not only that...
Sparks had caught,
Heavy love arose,
Time traveled away,
A rift then grows.
Flames lick the corridors
of my soul,
Warming me up,
Then burning me whole.
The Dream
Find it easy to get what you want
Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away
Does it seem as if people care
It's there in front of youDangling from the skyA shiny dream that is newYou walk through a valley of thorn and lilyIt takes your life awayStill you chase it
Morning light blazing into mine eyesA ray of hope to my sleepless nightsMy soul cascaded across the skiesNaked before His light all too brightYou and I had broke all tiesBut just to let you know, I am alright
barriers worse than the Berlin wall and
contraceptives combined
our lives intersect
nonsensical
cyclical conjectures
the hypocrisy
blinding
it slurs and
it curses
They are broken, shaking, bitter and lost—
I know it well.
I have been standing in the dark
Shadowy corner of my cave,
Shivering in the mildewed enclosure.
I have scraped at these rocks
A poet wears no badge,
nor hat with "literate"
scrawled across it,
nor x-ray glasses with which
to examine all inequities
in every passerby passing by
A poet wears a mask,
When the lions roam the earth
thinking that they make the rules
the lambs cower in fear
of being reprimanded for who they are
When the lions roam the earth
believing that they are the norm
Label me, bitch.
Dyke.
Fag.
Tranny.
Label me, bitch.
Freak.
Creep.
Queer.
Label me, bitch.
Geek.
Dork.
Fuck up.
Label me, bitch.
Whore.
Slut.
Moonshine floods the curtain lace and bathes the room in colors of soft serenity.
Why do You turn a blind eye to Your faultsYou pretend You've done nothing wrongLike You were perfect and had my best interest at heartBut yet its so hard for us to get along
At the sound of the tone please release emotions.........(beep)
IM A CRYBABY
*Ring Ring* "Wassup bae" "nothing".......................(30 minutes of silence)
IM A BRAT
To love is to feel pain. To love means giving your whole heart to someone else. It's a tricky thing, unexplainable and sometimes unreasonable. It makes you vulnerable and leaves you wanting more of it.
Ahhh ! I cant sleep. my eyes pry open, my mouth screams leave me be, ive been done wrong, done wrong and it's hard to be me. every thought is ruined by one person, that one person that told me i could never be successful in life.
A family member gone.
Not even able to understand why you were so cold.
Trapped in my sorrow, these words were the only way to go.
You left me without warning, how could you go?
Little boy who claims to know love
Manipulates visions of rose petals and doves
Your words fill my mind with images to relate
False happiness comes with the lies you create
Oh you confused little boy
Society.
A wicked, judgemental group of people.
From discrimination to gay rights, we are still people.
We eat, breathe, love, laugh, and live.
Doesn't everyone?
June 26, 2013
A date that changed everyone's lives but mine
Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance
My ship is stuck in port.
My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
She was the lightning that danced across his night skies. He was her rock when her waves broke on the shores. She was the rock he broke himself against. She was the mystery he couldn't quite solve.
You left me
You were once Mine
Once
Your hold, your lips, all mine
Once
I remember the sleepless nights we spent together
creating passion, solving problems
I am 20 years young
With the power of a king
I am you
And you are me
But we're all the same if you read between.
Oh no
Wait just a minute
Did he say that
I know he didn't
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
My story may not be long but it's a good read.
Carelessly flipping through the pages?
You might miss something.
The young girl who was filled with joy who's trust in people went void.
Do I have to be mainstream to be cool?
To be noticed?
To have many friends who laugh at my jokes?
To have followers everywhere I go?
From Twitter, to Instagram
To Facebook, to MySpace
Paintings are the sky in many colors,
She looks and observes as well as many others,
Green as the grass as she is the color of life,
Shining through the dark scaring the demons of the night,
We live in a society
That can't comprehend beauty,
But calls symmetry pretty
And isn't that a pity.
We're told to behave,
How to act like a slave.
But the don't give us what we crave
You are a past thingA thing from who I used to beAnd I miss you, you past thingBecause sometimes, without you, I don't feel completeMaybe I have not tried to replace youBut you're like a rare part
I'm the one that fell too hard, too fast.
I guess what he felt wasn't happiness.
He saw her for the first time in six months.
Everything he had felt came rushing back like floods.
Who was I?
Nobody now.
When she's talking and jumbles her words;
I can see, without seeing,
that she blushes.
That red.
Like rose petals kissed her cheeks
And don't dismiss my love sick twistedness
Three friends walk side by side
No one knowing what the others hide
The first wants a pet Giraffe
But he feared the others would laugh
It was his biggest dream
And he swore they would only be mean
People who are of a higher class than a person such as me
Shouldn't treat us like what we walk on...
They don't see that we;re all equal and not at all perfect.
They bully and tease us from how we look to what we do.
Don’t judge a girl by her cover.
Every move she makes
And each word she says
May be the product of a
Stint of thought,
Duly considered before
Made or said.
Don’t judge her cover,
The water was clean, the water was clear
The water was felt and fell over her
Through her hair and to the nape of her neck
It ran down her shoulders, onto her back
Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
Reach that limit
Watch the birds fly above in complete aw
Take the time to move yourself the way the man above planned you to move
Just Take That Time!
Waiting for that one rival that I'm willing to chase down the mountain in an epic race
We'll see whos the better driver
Catch me face to face and I'll show you this mountains number one ace
I needed it.
Release.
You know, let go.
Be gone.
Release.
Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems
Flush out my feelings
Bequeath my body with boldness
Responsibility is just more stress.
Carefree lives replaced with obligations,
As life passes we all look for success.
Look at me
Do you see?
Do you see me?
I look no different than thee
I am human too
No different than you
Making mistakes too
Human through and through
Tied up suffocating
just need to push a little further to break lose
weak and fragile.
I'm stuck within myself, lost and trapped
oh but God why must you take me to the
darkness?
Can’t sleep
Order transcripts
List awards and repeat
Long waits
Essays short
Growing hungry
Eat and repeat
College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up
From volcanoes in places I've never been to
Will I like it? Will it be good?
I'm kind of scared.
There are some who’d like to think that love comes in two breeds:
Relevant and irrelevant.
To them, only as a word love is singular.
As an emotion, love comes in too many species,
My friends
Sit at the checker top table
Play chess while sipping tea
Intent on winning
Our culture whispers down our spine: that is the goal.
Green veins
Not blue, her warm tone can't show them
Those veins reminiscent of cold ice cubes and running streams on hot, hot days
Something so pristine that can even be captured in their eyes
You mimic motions of joy, yet
I see you paralyzed by your pains.
You desperately try to silence your
tears yet I hear the erratic beating
of a heart hurled in agony.
You’re not above me
you just judge me
in the direction you think I ought to go.
You don’t know me
so don’t show me
that you think you know my dreams
No one knows more
than the one who dreams,
Is it normal to dread the final day of my high school existence?
Is it normal to be intimidated not excited by my approaching college enrollment?
For twelve years I have focused completely on my goal of a college education.
I don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.
I think.
Old people are worthless. They waste their life complaining, they can barely drive, and half of them are senile.
They have nothing to contribute to society.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
I was the oldest,
So I should’ve died first,
But now you’re buried in the ground,
At only twenty-one years young,
They say you were hung,
And now I’m listening to sad songs,
Did you hate us all that much,
A chance on success
A chance on failure
A chance on life
A chance on friendship
Take me or leave me
Love me or Hate me
Don't try to make me feel less if
I don't fit inside of your "box"
I like every poem.
At least, I've never met a poem I didn't like.
It's not that every poem resonates with me
or that I enjoy every poem;
it's just that saying,
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR POEM"
Who are you to say I'm evil?
Who are you to say I have no morals?
Who are you to say we're wrong?
Who are you to preach your song?
Who are you to kick us down?
Who are you to call me clown?
Joking?
I search above me for what I could see
Clear as day only two years ago
An entire star disappeared before my eyes
But still the light overtakes my subconscious
Unknown to me as behavior's influenced
I’m an angel within but I fear my wings
Those graceful, feathered, astonishing things
I hide them away so that I can deny
This beautiful girl, whom I transformed into a lie
Searching in mirrors trying to figure it out
Like a storm hovering over a barren land
Tears fill this boy’s hands
They burn like coals on fire
Fueled by words of hate and ire
Fighting to keep the past behind
Fighting to keep the ground underneath my feet
While all around the world dissolves to ashes
All around me
When I close my eyes,
I can see his slowly fading away.
When I touch my wrist,
I can feel his blood clinging to my skin.
When I hold my hand to my chest,
I can feel his heart beat,
Slowly Fading Away.
You see darkness in my eyes
The pain in the tears that I cry
you used to hold my hand
but that has come to and end
All that I ask is that you don't judge me in the end.
The student prepares for college
Searching for a school with a perfect fit
The journey has already started
leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man
Click, click goes the mouse on the computer
Like an Eskimo, I wear many layers
I am kept hidden away
Safe from discovery or attack
Each layer represents insecurity
I put on more layers
I want to stay hidden
Unnoticed
You’re so small
You grow every day
Inch by inch
So skinny and long
You start to bloom
Pedal by pedal
You’re so bright and secure
Peacefully you stand
Making the world so colorful
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
Hello little flower
How are you this morning?
Did you sleep well?
Oh little flower look how beautiful you are
As you grow and grow
And twine and twist
Dis aliter visum
Everyone claims to understand why.
As in why we, mankind, exist
Telling our stories of honor and glory
How the fires of hell cannot overcome us
not we the human race.
Transitions are hard
from many schools I am barred.
Money always is a struggle
but at least I stay out of trouble.
I wish I had my first pick
then financing wouldn't make me sick.
My last year, I made it or so I thought
Statistics say college is the only way
But what if I can’t afford it
Scholarships?
I probably won’t get any
I mean I’m smart, but there’s always someone smarter
My paradise
My sanctuary
My place of saving
When all else is lost
A confusing mess
An sweet escape
From the brainwashing
And self-harm
The confusion I feel
When you make me feel
If I could give you anything
Anything, anything at all
I would give you the gift of words
Words spurred from a place deep within you,
Words buried so deep, The word “deep” itself
I don't always know the right thing to say,
But I feel inclined to speak out anyway
To define the one thing that can never be understood
Is the real sin: rooting out love where it lay.
And we keep pressing on
I wish that I didn’t have to tell you how beautiful your body is.
I wish that the world would shout about the beauty in the map of your skin.
The freckles, stretch marks, bumps and scars
At the point of no return. crashing falling soon to burn. my minds a crumbling abyss, amiss at my fingertips. loosing, lost. struggling at what cost? life is empty, that triggers tempting. transformation, this sick sensation. justification?
Caring eyes
Gentle face
Indistinguishable of any race
Always trying
Always prying
for the truth
Confidant and lover
Wonderful and serene
We obsess together about all that is green
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson.
I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction.
I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained,
I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.
How does one see themselves as less than a human?
Do we not bleed the same blood?
Do we not walk the same earth?
Is there such a thing as acceptance?
Acceptance before death.
First day, not so bad
Went to class and went home to tell mom and dad
Weeks went by and things stayed the same
I was starting to feel so empty
I missed high school and my friends
The attachment of two souls
Waking up in the morning
Impressions in the mattress
Coffee in the hands and kids at the table
Marriage isn’t a requirement
To love
But you want it
You deserve it
Although I knew you not for long,
your voice, your hand, that mourning song.
Stood here, a man who knew
the way, the flight
of dawn’s first light.
I am free.
free to fly
free to cry
I am not bound
by earthly treasures
nor do i give a
second thought
to those who
fight with fists
and fall to pleasures
I do not,
will not
(poems go here) The will of the world seems to tug and pull. The heart and the family plea and beg for you to go to college but no one knows the effort you need to put it together.
I've been at this for more than ten months,
Vying and trying for my chance,
At a little cash to help pay my way,
So my parents can stop this dance.
The days are coming to a close,
The end is finally near,
The memories are overflowing
With the loves I once held dear;
Goodbye crawls slowly closer
And I take a moment to look back;
Open your eyes and see
things are getting better.
Open your eyes and see
things are finally going right
Open your eyes and accept
your future, it's coming fast.
Open your eyes and see.
(A wise man once said
Words in no particular song
"To conquer others is to have strength
To conquer yourself is to be strong"
In lucid dreams at night
When I'm thinking of my dreams
I am…
Not just one color.
My mother, my father,
how could I be their daughter?
Adoption is the expectation,
I respond with education.
How is it today you can still take my hope away?
This poem IS Gay
And not just in a childish and perjorative way
Cuz in a world where life is counted by the days
Who's willing to spend one standing up for what America - portrays
Black or white,
colors fade to gray,
we stand together,
United as one,
nothing can break determination,
no one can stop our stride,
equality is one small step,
Well, it seems we have a bit of a problem
We've stuck ourselves in the exact same situation
That we put ourselves in 50 years ago
It took until 1967 for our entire country to come to our senses
For what it's worth, I know my worth, I know I'm beautiful--
Not just on the outside, but everywhere else past the naked eye.
For what it's worth, I"m confident and I love my complex life.
Across the Internet
Far and wide,
There are many flame wars
You can find
About this topic
(So taboo!)
Same-sex "marriage,"
And "unions," too.
I’m surprised I passed kindergarten
I couldn’t help but to graffiti outside the hetero-gender defined lines
Like an awkward categorization you attempted to force into a Venn diagram
I never really overlapped
Dear Pooh Bear,
I miss being with you in the Hundred Acre Woods,
the simplicity of pooh sticks,
visiting you after a long, exciting day,
and watching the stars float lazily past from the safety of your window.
From across the room I see you staring,
Disappointed and disgusted with me,
The staring turns into hateful glaring,
Because I am not so ordinary.
I look at you and go look who’s talking,
we are all brothers and sisters
the color of our blood is red
we live in this world once, at some point, we are all going to be dead
so why continue to ridicule a fat kid that looks like a Flintstone name Fred
The ticking of your heart has become my nighttime sonnet
And no words can verbalize into sentence of how I feel
The moonlight has slowly began to dance through your hair
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.
