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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
AcceptanceA three-syllable wordThat can be heardIn the phrase “I love you”
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
Guilt is what I feel everytime I doubt your capability to love me wholly.
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
don’t tell me i’m too young to know, don’t say i don’t look gay, and don’t you ever dare tell me to change
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
don’t tell me i’m too young to know, don’t say i don’t look gay, and don’t you ever dare tell me to change
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
Tried to run away in my teens and 20's, Found myself in a maze, Lost, Often at the beginning again. This journey I've been on had huge mountains, Became very tiring, Landscape,
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?
their words were building blocks,stacking one, by one,by one, on my chestat first,
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.
Dear twin sister,
“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.
Cloud Radiant, inky Storming, brewing, shining Resembling our endless diversity Metaphor
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
A country meant for, All who care to look upwards, Toward that bright flag.
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?
There I was standing amongst hundreds Standing waiting In anticipation
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.
There are days when, unbidden and unsought, memories surrounding you enter my thoughts.
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.
I was seven
She painted the world In shades of blue, Violet, and green.
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.
I am not a prisoner. Though I am bound by the shackles of life, I remain strong.
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
I never prayed to God for this sin to happen,
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?
These lyrics are the words of my hear
My life is a book.
My life is a book. Some pages are beautiful, some are funny, some I wish
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.
We fear the feeling of acceptance because we cannot accept ourselves.
All of our lives intertwined; so connected but so distant.
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,
"Gay", "Straight", "Confederate", "Union",
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?
Look at this.
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.
I look into the sky,
Before everything was written in true,
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;
I know we're strangers now, but you're the most beautiful person
Faith You've Lost
I have seen the moon How many times have I seen the moon? One hundred? One thousand?
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
I'm just a girl,
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,
Life some time throws some ha
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 must wash away the innocence, Shoot the scared in the skull.
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
I don't know what I want
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
There's a pair of eyes That can make me perfect in my eyes
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,
Wake up, roll out of bed, dress to impress.
My skin. The skin you want to mark. Why should I let you?
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 -
It lurks within the waters, to bring him back, been away, but can't turn around.
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,
Fabulous Ha! I love that word Eight letters, three snaps Fa-bu-lous
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
(this poem was presented at the 2014 EKU Alphabet center pride pageant )
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
I'm not sure how to wear self confidence
A metamorphosis Image. Your looming shadow hunched stature
Break the lense
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.
Aubrey Contreras FLAWLESS Scholarship 12/9/14 Self-Love
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
"You are beautiful in each way that I can
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?
Dear MOM, I know I never said this,
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?
Who am I?Friend or foe?
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
To learn how the world works
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.
I wake up , turn to the mirror and see nothing but beauty.
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.
What is love? I don't know, For yet I have experienced it.
Behind This Mask is a scared little girl,
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
As Girls Go
My brain is FLAWLESS Working hard for my success
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.
In my place I am alone but not lonely I am the wind and my friends are the trees,
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.
Woe, pain, and misery, these are the symptoms of being al
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
Tolerence is something everyone needs to learn
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
Let me put something into perspective for you
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
A blowing wind,
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
I got a brand ne
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
all will bow and hushin the Creator's presencewhen Judgement's due.
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.
i spent the first 5 years saying hes so amazing and hes so sweet hes so kind and hes so cute
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?
Throughout our lives we discover our idols
I'm bisexual - not homosexual.
I'm weird, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm tall, I
To walk into your lightAn enchanting embrace of lo
-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
This isn't technically a poem but this should be seen:
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
Am I at fault for whom i've fallen in love with ?
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
Just Smile. That was all I was told as a child.
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’ve always been a hopeless romantic,
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.
there was once a time when i first discovered kpop and i felt strangely annoyed
There are bruises on your knuckles
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
Self Acceptance A Julius C. Lightfoot III Poem
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
Gay. Faggot, Carpet muncher. Dyke. "You're Different" "Immoral"
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
The difference between you and me
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,
I work harder As I ponder the future
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.
The world in a perpetual state of distraction;
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
The emptiness is filled with light,
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
Those who see the world
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
What would we be if god made it so we couldn't see?
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.
Let's go I'm ready
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 am universal.
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
we ask for nothing but to be respected yet you treat us like an abomination
Calling my name a thousand times Until I focus Look in the mirror Tell me what you notice
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
Hey! You! Over there!! I am talking to you.
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?
All of me Clawing at blemishes
Can He still feeel the nails dig in? Each time I fall and just give in To evey lie? To evey sin?
I don't accept you Because this is my country My schools My jobs
Is everyone that you see not blinking because y'all blink at the same time?
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.
They call it going to bed
Why should I be who you want me to be?
You're not sexy.You
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
To disagree is to hate
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.
Love travels through the wire, Making way to each person in need
I am a woman, Not a figurine that can be stood on a shelf
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.
Stop, Constant struggle to ignore the harsh words, drama and hate fill the halls,
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,
I sit here on graduation day.
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 am from the brown house with the dead end sign in the little cul-de-sac.
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.
Ripped seams, New try. One dream, Hang tight.
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'm in no hurry, Let's take it slow, I really do love you, Just so you know...
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.
With each day, You're given 86,400 seconds. It's up to you, To make the best of it.
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.
It's in his kiss, With his lips, His blue eyes, As they met mine
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.
We Love, We Cherish. We Hate, We Perish.
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?
I'm a reader, I'm a writer, I'm a lover, I'm a fighter.
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.
Together, We can do anything. Apart, I have no escape from pain.
Watching you, Watching me, Waiting for, Us to be.
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.
We fell too quickly, Hard and swiftly, A mistake we made, Now watch it fade.
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.
Oh yes, I will confess, I am yours.
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,
Love is a war, you just can't win. Give up on fighting it... Just give in.
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.
Love is tossed around like a dirty rag Without full thought as to what it really means Walk into a church and it's said without a thought
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.
If you have ever seen the eyes of a lost dog, then you know the face of my sister. With hurt and pain in every corner of her mind, she struggles daily like a wounded animal.
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.
Feels like a burden Changes of this kind are good Then comes the goodbyes
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.
Head about to burst, Stomach knotted like a bow, Applications mailed.
(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
Documentation without Emancipation
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.