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I once saw a veteran, coming down from his truck to his wheelchair, stumble out of his door. On the hot parking lot ground, he layed, unresponsive to my concerns. I ran to my dad, pleading for him to come over to help him.
Ariël It means, lioness of God In Hebrew, not The little mermaid Despite popular belief…   In the Bible, I am Jerusalem, And an angel who helps cure disease
I come from a closeness of brotherhood, Someone who hid my toys, and broke my dolls Someone who punked me, but never let me be punked Someone who fought me, yet stood by my side.  
I'm all alone on this rainy, cold and empty street.  Where have you gone? Do you still care about me? Look i see a light on! I'm limping up to the door hoping to find you there.
Run quick rabbit run   Away from all your problems   Hide quiet rabbit hide
I can do all things through Christ
Ode to that rose that grew outside my window pane
I had a dream about my daughter last night, where could she be?The choices that her mother had made were not up to me.She was snatched from my life in the middle of the night.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
Choices .  Thats what life's about . Choices , honestly they make you wanna shout . But after all, when you're down and out choices will  be there to help you out.
I now stand alone; the last of my kind. My ears search the woodland for a familiar sound, but i am disregarded with silence. My mind is astray with thoughts of affliction and revenge. I am overcome with all loss of communication.
Everyday is the same as yesterday I fight to be a new me but it always flees The chance to change my families name itches at my mind That new me must come up and rise
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
I've dated eight people now in the last year.  I need a break, this is crazy.  I tell my friends all these stories on how each one fails. I don't understand why thry jsut leave. 
I am pure, I am clean, I can be put together with anything. I am the only way to go, im the path to the sun behind the door. I am away from the night, i am that bright light.
There's a road by mide side by my left feet Ther's a guide by my side just ti help me I got the sun, i got the peace, i got someone to me me Here I am I told you that when the morning come
Just because I am not a perfect student Doesn’t mean I'm not trying Just because I said your being a hag Doesn’t mean I meant it
I've been pulled out to sea, Dragged underwater, Drowning.  But physically, I am smiling and free.
You don’t know Do you What it’s like Not to be loved Not to have What you Take for granted: A home.   What do you Know about Hunger and Pain and
People think these scholarships are the only reason to write Poems are in my heart not just for one night I think and think of what to do to succeed which is hard to do when the whole world is filled with greed
The news of you conception came as a surprise
The job that would change my life is becoming a Veterinarian. I want to help animals and care for them. Ever since I was at the age of 9 and I got my first puppy for Christmas I knew I loved animals and wanted to help them in any way I can.
Storm clouds gather in the afternoon skies Like doubts and fears clouding my eyes They used to be hazel, now they're grey Once they shown like a bright autumn day
Morning mist settles silently upon the pond. A chilling dampness curses this horrid ground. Nothing stirs or voices opinion. Once full of life, now desolate, cold. No frogs singing, dragonflies dancing, ducks diving.
Holy Spirit creating enlightening changing the world 
We live in a world where we dont need to get to know someone Cause' we're able to judge.
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay I didn't think it was normal Not to be straight So I cut up my skin And took a lot of drugs I drank a lot of alcohol And gave lots of boys hugs
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl?  oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
A nurse has always been the one thing I wanted to be, And I will become one to the best of my ability.   To cure, to assist, to heal, Would make my occupation surreal.  
Ode to the place that drew me in
When I was younger You taught me one thing "hate is a strong word"
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
What is trust to you? Does it mean anything? Is it a word or a label? Does it actually have meaning?
Progress does not come without struggle,that is what my mom would say.So changing the world wouldnt be easy,take it day by day. They teach you God, Family, then Future
They come with empty eyes that sullen look of loss You can't tell their empty and that they really need to be fed Their parents are working overtime and still can't put food on the table
My Brother, Lifetime             One of all             Deserves my thanks             There in warm and cold             Keeping me standing            
A scary feeling that no one can bare. You're looking around while the world stops and stares. Confused from the terrible news, the people don't care. A world, where people never can prepare... for.
i wonder who it could be that would want me for me who could include my faults in whats best of me why cant i see when will he show its been a dream of mine he holds the key
dont go my love dont leave me alone please my dove give me a bone cant you stay forever this way life is lonely without you beside me every day i love you boo
Every person has different thoughts On who they want to be We have been told since day one that you can be whoever you want to be   At the age of five this makes sense
how could you hurt something so defenseless how could you not love something so innocent shame on you, just shame on you a life that hurts an animal is less than a life to me
I watched as the stranger beat my mother with a rod. I watched as he threw her onto a truck. I watched as the stranger beat my father with a rod. I watched as they threw him onto a truck.
  Our future depends on US.
Brotherhood is not heavy. Brotherhood is not something you walk away from.
I'm a teapotwarm and boilingboiling so much that my top is poundingpounding me until I can no longer feel the burning sensationthis rapid raceand unwilling face looks at menot wanting to touch me
There was a pretty angel, once upon a time. And this is her sad story, of her heart of mine. 
The poor teenage girl sits in her room to cry Remembering all the mean things said today "Lose some weight! Wear a mask! Just drop dead and die!"   On her bed, knees hunched, tears fall
No father mother here  but really there   I am here but really   where?   nature or really nurture?
Little children in little clothes walked into school with eyes closed and all they ever needed to learn in Kindergarten went in one ear and out the other. Teachers smiled and teachers cried.
I believe in the precious momentsThe joy in your laughterThe warmth of your touchThe precious smile on your face
I see you there in the back row Laughing like a pro But tell me is it still funny When it’s you on the road? When you’re the one that’s suffering The harsh and painful blow. Tell me is it funny
The warm sun on my skin,
I am not a stereotype So leave your uneducated black girl Fried chicken And nigga behind Don’t characterize me by the color of my cashew skin But instead, take a deeper look with in
   You don't want to be here                                                                                              
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.
I'll only write once at 8 am, I'll write once again at 9. The true test comes at 10 am because I've had all I can to eat, Including the wine.   The words are harder to understand,
Love me, I a
Animals are family, are love
What be of
Twinkle twinkle world of mine How I hoped you knew what I felt As I walk this lonley path Tears roll down my horrid face While I cut with no regret
  Will you be there when I die? Or will the time just pass you by? You always say “I’ll see you soon”   But that’s a lie   If I was walking down the street And you passed me by
I'm the type of guy who tries not to say "I" Because when I saying "I"  is showing too much pr"i"de.   'I' was raised that way believing there is a link to the philosophy of my kind
Here's a problem to solve: You're given a set of numbers and rules, Expected to manufacture meaning from it all. Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
Tommy needs help solving a problem ha! he needs to be lock up in an asylum  who wants to find the volume of a barrel with a hole and a steady leakage,call them     Formulas to remember 
We have what other brother’s lack, We love, protect, and watch each other’s back, I hate to watch you fall, You have a problem and won’t even give me a call,
It seems they don’t care anymore They cast us away As if we are nothing more than toys for play  
Never say "im tired", there is no excuse. Never say "my dog ate it", because that is over used. Never say "your wrong", that is not right. Never say "can i leave?", because its not even night.
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,
from birth it starts life of joy and happiness to grow into the person you'll be its your childhood where your suppoosed to be loved the most year after years being a child your childhood
I know the difference between a hero, And being a complete zero. Unnoticed is how you lived, You had so much to give. You loved even me, Now your soul is completely free.
The principal brought me into his office. I was a bad student for a day. I spent my time there in awkward silence as the principle took me through the actions today.
When I entered high school no one said it would be so mean No one said the students would do things so unclean No one ever warned that 4 years could go so fast And now I can’t believe that this year is my last
Education School Future These three words not only make chills go down more than half of Americas students But also chills down the spines of their parents
Oh man, I feel so sick,
Sitting on the computer, searching on hereWondering, "how will I ever make it next year"?!The bright colors captured my attentionThe slang caught both of my eyes
I lift my ears, lift my eyes Look up to the cloudy sky Rain falls, soaking me people hold their noses Why can't someone embrace me For who I am For who I will be I want to help
I lift my ears, lift my eyes Look up to the cloudy sky Rain falls, soaking me people hold their noses Why can't someone embrace me For who I am For who I will be I want to help
I’m not an idiot.I am smart,Clever,And deprecatingly funny.
"Choosing" to be gay Is the cause of my depression   God hating gays Will not terminate my faith   Lack of monogamy A myth to seven year couple Nicole and Rebecca  
You're here for a reason. You serve a great purpose. So why through the seasons haven't you breached the surface? In a class full of many, I feel like one person not of the student body but isolated and searching 
Wake up at 6 in the morning,
World's Deadliest Black Man Which is deadlier a black man with a loaded gun, Or a black man seeking education providing for his son? Which do we fear the notion of inner city aggression,
Speaking of the Ultimate Taboos The stories behind the tattoos A man with no other desires To kill the man they call "shire" The hate that fuels the fire Robert Von Matterhorn swore revenge
Shrill voice of the alarm. Gets out of bed. Gears up. ascends towards school.   Classrooms are tundra. Sits at desk. Heavy backpack- Can’t keep warm.  
We have feelings too, sir. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I promise, it won't happen again, sir. Why must you do this to a being much less powerful than you. I limp, I bleed, I cry, because of you, sir.
How can I learn to trust that you'll be there If I need you when I'm hurt or betrayed or scared, When most of your species only turns a blind eye To what goes on in this place, like it's sanctified.
A scent to clear the mind, A sound that can heal much, Blessed are those who feel the rain Without the sense of touch.
  wham, bam, and thank you uncle sam! taking our brothers, our sisters: just lambs. leaving our children on streets in the cold. not much of an uncle, all you do is scold!  
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
  You don’t know my name Been in here a whole fucking year Fifteen kids plus me I know I don’t talk But do you notice I listen? No texting under the desk Shouldn’t be personal
The strength is leaving my body; I hear the beating of my heart. Nothing Is the same, yet Nothing Has changed.
You think you know us, But you don’t even understand chess. So go ahead and please fall in front of a bus. I think I would be relieved by my stress.   You say you want to help,
We have one tutor, for a class of kids. How do you expect me, to learn like this?   One tutor to do all of this? You hardly even make it down your list.   I like you a lot
Hey Girl! Why are you walking alone on the beach? Hey Girl! Don't you see a storm is brewing? Girl turns to me, with her long hair and dress billowing in the wind, and she says,
I am not here to take notes for you, I will not sit in the back seat, I will not grow my hair to wash your feet, I don't care much for your religion, I don't care much for your knights, What I do care for,
 Time/Space the bladed shield          of my foe reality             without you           I would wonder  whether I would wither away and not live to see another day
The love you give is like no other. It’s as if you are my mother. Advice you give eases my pain, like when the sun comes out and clears the rain. You teach me things I’ve never heard
i can't focus because i'm staring at your ass during my advanced honors english class you talk about oedipus and wuthering heights i wonder if you notice my new lace tights the smell of coffee on your breath
Respect is a way to connect. Respect is a way to reset. Respect is something people should all do. Don't be unrespectful. Be respectful. To your Parents, Grandparents, and even your friends.
Inspire Inspire Is that not your job To show me my way. Your heart only beats for the subject beats for the paycheck Not for your disciples Light the way We all need it
Don't you talk to me. I don't like the way you teach. Your class makes me sleep.
Don't you talk to me. Are you sure that you can teach? This class makes me sleep.
"Push to be the greatest." That's what is always said. "You can't settle for second best." This is the curse upon my head. One simple test in my third grade year, From then on, I'm nothing but a number.
Thriving on fire,I'll never tire,Set on revenge,I'll keep going on.
"Man overboard!" "Run the sail!" "Another wave!" "Were we hit?" "Deck down!" "We're going under!"
Students cannot say You are wrong in many ways or that your hair is going gray. Students cannot say The way you grade is unfair or that we hope you get eaten by a bear.
She’s submerged in the depths of depression, But deception is her specialty. Yet, someone has seen through her walls. They have seen the hurt she conceals.   She walks down the halls with a smile on her face,
the teachers are bogus they say the are observent but they never notice the kid treated like a servant they push him to the ground they kick him around and the teachers avert their eyes
I checked the clock it's way past time Why don't you smile? And light up this dreadful hall.  These fluorescent  lights burn into my soul and please don't smirk when I say:
I'm a freshman in high school I know how to find 'x'I know that oxygen is a gasand that the Declaration of Independencewas signed on July 4th, 1776My education is going to change the world
In your little class, I am but a little busy bee Who understands nothing and nothing is what I see The work is assigned like soilders to a barrack But we look down and merely grin and bear it
Another summer over 8am climbing out of bed First day of college 5 classes ahead Soggy breakfast at the café That’s another upset stomach Professor is 30 minutes late
  It starts with a look, a gentle embrace A feeling of comfort as they sit face to face Her hand on his cheek, and his in her hair An arm across her back, just holding her there.  
          Education is not a matter of equality, for the government doesn't lie in desires of mortality         . The future is deprived, because of the lack of cognition floats in our backwards spin tunnel.
  They say you're a sweetheart  But I just can't see   How that can be possible  When you don't help me            He's prodding at my heart  She's stabbing my vein  You can't bother to notice 
You know what? I've had it. Its time you hear the truth. And if you really don't care to hear it, Then fuck off, because this one goes out to you.   See I've got other things to do,
Some plié their paved roads with desire Leaping and thrusting, they attack their audience with their soulful might Some smear their paths with the colors of their heart Bleeding, they pump the world with their expression
  Look around you Don’t let them surround you Open your eyes Don’t let fear keep them shut Turn off the TVs They are poisoning your mind Get off of Facebook before you run out of time
Welcome to Chicanos- r-us We service all of your needs Will school principals go to isle 12? We still have a few janitors here Desperate for a job Yes, they are Mexican Ready for their graveyard shift
Listen here, Teacher Dear.I've got some impostant things ask.
Education is the key to success but how can I have success when all the teachers do is disrespect Sometimes I want to tell myself f*ck school but how could I think like that
Mr. & Ms. I am not a robot I am not a prisoner I am not paperwork I am your future I have feelings I have ideas I have talents You have certification Teach me
You can't take a stand in your room I won't care to stand to hear you Your suppose to be a leader, a role model a teacher. Not an insecure, naive, believer.
Today you caught me sleeping in class the fact of the matter I was dreaming I would pass so while you were taking notes and giving F's I was catching up on last nights rest. You question me on if I cared
Do you think I care When you say i'll fail? Do you think I care When your classes i bail? Do you think i care that you want me to be quiet? Do you think i care if the class is a riot?
Teacher, oh, teacher, how you make me weep Every night I get less and less sleep You torture me with dull tales  My mind is going off the rails Teacher, oh, teacher you're killing me
You kick my chair for hours on end. Throw paper balls towards my face just to get under my skin. Talk mad sh*t behind my back to start some trouble, but you don't hear a peep out of me because I am invincible to your dirty bubble.
It's called don't hate Everyone is Equal Respect is what's cool
She means more to me than what you will ever mean. We walk down the street hand in hand, Yes heads turn and a few comments are heard. Do they matter?  Does it bother us? Is it okay?
I sit in the very back of the room hoping you dont call my name. When you do, and I cant answer, you say I'm the one to blame. But you're the type of teacher that I cant come up to.
Season Warm air Splashing, running, chilling Not a worry in the world Summer
Hey, raised my hand. Yet again not seen. Here! Taking attendance but not yet remeberd. Student in the front row Teacher treats her like a queen. Not asking for much. Its really quite simple.
It's all cutting into her, the more she tries, the more she bleedsShe feels like she can't choose right from wrongShe can't solve that problemWhy should she try, she feels like she doesn't matter
Often times I find myself Alone In a dark alley Around 2 am Cigarette in hand And the weight of the world Resting Ever so gently On my Too small shoulders
When I ask you if I can go to the bathroom, you say, "I don't know, can you?" I guess instead of "can" I should say "may," But I don't know, can you stop with the stupid jokes?
Today we're going to learn about life We're not learning the y and x axis But to sign by the x for taxes Lets not talk about literary devices
He stands tall and strong Was in battle for so long Kept family and friends in his heart Whom wept at the sight of his depart   Even when the news was rough He was always calm and tough
I’m sorry I can’t always follow the rules and get sucked into this thing they call high school.  
As a teenager, we are taught to be an adult. But what is really an adult? They teach us about the Government, but nothing on how to do things after highschool.
Upon arriving to Brit Lit I see Books on tables that no one will read and faces as blank as notebooks and their minds
Teacher, before we start the dramatics, Before the sighs begin. I would like for you to know about what really happens within.   Yes, sir; the problem IS written clearly on the board.
Who I am is not proven by  what i know     It is what i dont know  
Efficency trumps over education Teachers following a script. "Turn to this page at this time and say these words." Are we even learning anymore? As long as the scores look high
We live                 To the test                 For the test                 By the test My life is not the test
I have done things that do not mattermeasuring my worth with each grain of self entitlement I've poured into teaspoonsfor the sake of making surei don't ask for too much
To shake the hand of the principal is my goal To uplift my parents soul To make my teachers proud To stand in front of the crowd I am a student that sits in the class
Teacher, Teacher by the wall Is this the best lesson of them all? All you do is make us read, Is this really what we need?   All of your lessons, Seem like obsessions. And now it’s time,
Where do I begin? Well to start off with; we, students, are not typically morning people So our brains cannot absorb everything Give us a break when it is the morning We came to school didn’t we?
One year in:This place is so big and I am so small... Ugh! I can''t even reach the top shelf in my locker... Sigh...What is that smell?How do these people eat this stuff? I'm pretty sure that beef isn't supposed to be grey...
Page 22 tonight. Yes sir. Essay’s due tomorrow. Yes ma’am. You’d better watch your mouth. Yes sir. You’d better do what I tell you. Yes ma’am.   Are we here to learn?
Fuck you for giving me work that I have no time to finish, because I need extracurriculars to impress the colleges you tell me I won't get into. Fuck you for hating your job
To the professors and teachers of my past, Especially to those who taught the classes I passed,   There are some things you preached to me, Some I have found true and others I disagree.  
I do not care about quadratic equations, or the two sides of a triangle, or your short version of history that doesn’t go over everything. I do not care about how to find C when X equals A times B that equals Z.
Waking to my alarm, I hate hearing that sound/ having to attend school, wishing I could drown.
I get what you're saying, but why are you saying it?
Turn this in by tomorrow you say. But, you take eons to give me mine back. Can you believe, one time the students had to teach the class?! No, no not a presentation day. The teacher was just that inept.  
There's no one looking out For the students at the "ghetto school". We're taught to pass the standardized tests, To think enough to make the grade.  Subliminally, you teach us that we're not worth it.
  I wrote a poem                      And it was on white paper                      With black lines                      And I called it                                  Happy
I sit in classPutting forward my attention,Thinking of the equations,Understanding the lessons,Ignoring the distractions.
To the educators of my school. No student is the same. We all agree knowledge is an useful tool. That's the whole reason I got out of bed and came.   You need to understand homework is not always the key.
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
If I didn't want to learn I wouldn't be here If you want to socialize leave here I came to fill my head with things I didn't know You were hired to teach us these things Get of your facebook and your phone
Three times a marking period That's how often we can go But if you are married Then shouldn't you already know?  You say it's too much, disruptive, distracting If we could stop it, we wouldn't be asking You've never experienced the anxiousness of
Oh smart teacher, how you glance upon that board, explaining the wornders of art and....life, as you are explaining what the great philosophers before us, feels their take on the subject you,
You really can say anything you want to your teacher Wait, I take that back, don't call her a ugly creature And if you do and want to get on her good side  Don't swear or you'll get on the wrong side of the Jekyll and Hyde
The role of an educator grants power and authority, Yet some treat students with degrading inferiority   Your role is hard and I respect your position Because a role as a teacher is
What do you see in the classroom? Simply just students, some good and some bad, either listening to your teachings or ignoring them?   What do you see in the hallway?
  The rush from one class to the next...knowing nobody in the halls, just trying to get by.   I always wonder, "Is this what high school is really like?"  Does everyone have the same empty look in their eyes.....I wander to my class and wait for i
That damn bell, oh how I dread. These mornings never change. I think I’m seeing red. I groan at the sight of the metal detectors and the line that waits. The security guards with tired eyes, laying down the law.
Understand yall We all fall short of the glory True story we were on the verge of He'll but god sent jesus in the clutch for Our victory like Robert Horry Yeah its an abomination but so is judging we
Is school just a care center for children, or is it a little bit more? In my opinion a school should be about educating through to the core. Are math and sceince and english the most important things to learn?
No Mr./Mrs.______ I do care it's just that I believe you are unaware  that I have 6 other classes  that I take  and at 12am I am still awake doing homework  and pushing myself
  Alone in the corner they sit at their desk, Pulling down sleeves to cover their bruises. With frightened eyes they follow every hand, Even though here they are safe. They look at you and hope you know,
It's 5 AM, time to wake up and put on make up, so you don't look so tired, those freshmen can smell exhaustion.   TA-ing Comp 101 all day and your own classes all night,
Dear Authorities, You know, it would be alot easier- if you actually payed a bit more attention to me. I don't blame you though. You've got a lot of students: You've seen the jocks, and the nerds,
You teach us how to think, you teach us what to know, you teach us to be a friend, but to also be a foe.   You teach us how to walk, you teach us what to wear, you teach us to be ourselves,
So hey  I get it you're a teacher you only have so much time and money and patience and like I understand that teaching wasn't what you expected you thought it'd be like in high school
Work here and work there Work work work Don’t sleep Don’t stop Don’t think But stop complaining You are in control I do as you say I think as you think
There are times where you feel like an outcast, and that, I didn't know you were in this class statement you get Not many African American students at school take college classes in high school, but there's little old me in big AP
When the voice of a distant cry Wriggles under the paper prison you began I start to grow into another skin   Yet, as soon as you turn your head towards me The world slowly grows dead
It was pouring rain on the day you left me. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I knew this country needed you. We listened to the radio, not knowing what to say. There was a chance you wouldn't return to me.
Tears Drama Yelling Fights Everything that makes high school, high school I couldn’t imagine seeing anything different
Passionless teaching sorrounding us, Obsorbs the excitment of most, Drousy and bored causes a fuss, or sketching our trip to the coast.    Lunch is dull and tasteless, Although we get a break,
No government, no school No rulers left to control the situation Just weaponless citizens in an empty nation The cord to the mic's been cut Shut down the power lines Limit the electricity
When the Troops came home, we just stood there... Watching them salute to some of the heartless glares. You could tell they wanted to break down; but they couldn't, they're soldiers; there's no need for a frown.
I grew up in a jungle of work and tests Sitting at my desk Day in, day out Listening to lecture upon kecture This is NOT how learning should be!   I only learn what i need for the next test,
The strings between the teachers and students has been weak Some teachers no longer care for the education of the student If only the bond between them can be brought back to its peak
Preface: Prejudice and bias should never step foot in the classroom. This is retribution for all the production ( I  and II)  students who were declared  “too ethnic” or “ not natural enough” for the role by our southern,  instructor Mrs.
She's back you know- making the wallflower's feel... pretty but, they'll soon realize her lies and the pain she puts them through,  only makes her stronger.
Remember when how you stood in front of the class Lectured endlessly on the psychology of the mind Compressed pain into tiny, sterile words Depression and self-harm and anorexia,
  Epigraph: Parents are in fact teachers, and though we feel that we can tell them anything, sometimes it is to them who we can't say our "sh*t." So, this is something I would like to tell one of my teachers, my father.  
(Written in regret of standardized tests, and dedicated to the dying art of classroom creativity.)    paper money kept inside cement walls  burning her mind with books of gold  
The day I got my classes, I felt so glad to have them. I thought this year would bring forth some more excitement and more knowledge. After only one day in each class, I only really liked math.
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring The normal, average, local students Who keep on searching, always exploring For a teacher with the greatest prudence   Students today are looking for a purpose
    A thousand thoughts lie unspoken A medley of words in my head I could never bring myself to say things out loud So I kept my silence instead   Too many unexpressed ideas
Dreaming of success... Preparing for the future... Go education!!
Dreaming of success... Preparing for the future... Go education!!
In math class last year,I sat so close to the doorI could almost feel the other students in the hallway brushing up against me.
I was never fond of family reunionsand recently a not-so-close relativecame up to me and said“So many twentysomethings are dropping out.Where do you want to be in 10 years? You better make us proud.”
Subside the animal, Slaughter the dangerous pest. Leave only the innocent, And abandon the rest. Creep on the wicked, And swallow them whole. Reinstate the sunshine, And forget the dull.
Sometimes I've got better things to do than solve quadratic equations Or throw my chemistry book against the wall in a fit of frustration. I don't want to drag myself out of bed just to watch a movie.
The desires overwhelm us, As we look into the darkness. Even though we want to tread forward, Life pushes us back, Telling tales of reality and fear.   Fear tell us of the problems,
You teach of tolerance, But you know not what you say. One false word From lips wishing to express What it means to be free Sends missiles raining Upon the heart That only wished for
I walk in and I can feel the heat as I sit it intensifies By five minutesn'i can feel that familiar pain that pain that ravages and scraps my brain Everything I see is jumbled I feel insignifacant
Some advice I consider the bestSurprisingly I got it from Mr. West"If you admire somebody, you should go 'head and tell em'People never get the flowers while they can still smell em'"I met you in my freshmen year
You say fill out the bubble sheet it has all that you need. You say now write this page it'll help you succeed. the due date rolls around, what lies you told; the success I was grasping,
“Bananas have no thumbs, just as the education system has no ears or at least pretends that its hard at hearingAllowing our youth to slip through cracks in the system making hard work what our children are fearing
Professor, oh professor You're overqualified This job you have is just full of your self indulgent pride Are you really teaching, Or growing your ego? How can you sit around and smile as you watch my grades go? Professor, oh professor Im underclas
I got my report car yesterday and like any teen my age,  I went on my twitter page, saw a bit of rage, expressions of a bitter day, but as I go to type my tweet, I don't know what to say.
I understand that I am part of a system. A winding, long, twisting system, Filled with loop holes of all kinds.   I am summarized by 2 little numbers, And a combination of 5 letters,
Desperate. Longing to be SEEN. Heard I sing a song and weep. You stare down with icy eyes; strangling my rebirth with your silence. Reach out! Reach out... Oh teacher I have so much to give! To say!
  Why can't you hear me ? Am I not loud enough Don't you hear my thoughts Striking the sides of my mind with such brutal force Telling me that a slippery slope is the quickest way down
Give me your words    Your empty phrases       And I will make them sing. Give me your nightmares    Your wildest dreams       And I will make them real.  But make me speak words of my own
education its part of a nation its where you make your best creations where you learn your best aggrivations     
STOP! Interrogating me, treat this classroom as if it was the business world!  You people claim we are young adults, preparing us the college but professor won’t baby us,
I see you lookin at me I know you think i can't achieve But what you can't do is bellieve You need to start lookin deep   I may fall asleep But I am trying and applying
Woke up this morning with  a thought on my mind. How the day will go, will I make school on time? Greeted my family as I wandered the house with ease, showered up, got dressed, it was absolute peace
Everyday I wake up at six. Groggy, tired, deprived of my thrilling time in my dreams. 
Homosexuality is normal, heterosexual is not.
  Teach us something, Teach us something that you Deem as wisdom, not knowledge We thirst for more than you can give,
It has always been me, everyday of my life Living in fear, having to walk around in strife I'm very quiet, probably the quietest person you will ever meet  But something about me gives a scent of rejectment
The smell of grass, It comes from a childhood far away. The earth, the sky, It reminds me of my every day. Simple and careful, No want to look a stray, There's no limit
Run away though you might, you can ne'er escape The clutching and the clawing of the trees that Rip and tear and spoil earth below with their gruesome limbs and laughing branches. 
looking in the mirror, I can see what I'm not. I see what I don't have, and not what I've got. but she's so much skinner, is something I say. or she's really pretty, and I'm not that way.
seconds tick, tick, tick, tick rows and rows of motionless eyes excitement ceases to show itself it is only our future in disguise   minutes pass by without interaction
  I stare at my work in a somnambulatory state; all I hear are words I don't understand. There's no feeling- no emotion. Words. The teacher speaks at an unconsistent rate; she sits at her desk doesn't even stand.
    you all cry you all hurt and you all are the reasons why   Tell me, you there. What is it you are doing? Trying so hard to a goal you cannot reach.
Everyday I'm trying to move on Memories with you keeps haunting me Peace, when will it come? To the day when I can forget You were my everything   So much for your pretty lies
I wake up everyday, tired as can be. Slugging through the hallways, grim faces are what I see. My locker will not open, I swear this time it's the lock,  trying to get my books, as all the students flock.
Dear Teacher's Of My Past Sometimes y'all look at student's like germs. Other times we're their the best student's y'all have had for the year. We look for your help, but get a pat on the back and keep walking.
The bell rings, And so does my head. This time of year, I’d rather be dead. Filed into classrooms, Like hundreds of worker ants. With only consideration For what we have in our pants.  
Blind words lead no where, blind thoughts get no where, blind concernes never see the light, and blind is your fear that we will  not survive.   We may not pay attention, we might not be too bright,
Alarm blaring overhead, grabbing sneakers, running out the door to catch a bus streaking by on the pitch black shore. Dodging a sea of yelping students as you race to the school door,
I used to be eager to learn, Now I'm forced to yearn For the knowledge I crave, And the history I want to save.   We are told what we ought to know, But are we ever asked what we want? No.  
They say the world is my canvas , if so then what do I paint with? Do I paint with an ocean of tears or the knowledge I’ve yet to accumulate.
Mozart or maybe BeethovenPlays in the background.The violins sound tiredThe flute a little out of tune. I cross and uncross my legs.I am nervous.I am scared.The door opensand I lay in the bed.
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
School is torture This I can not be more sure The teachers like vultures Misery they ensure When the bell rings They act like kings Barking out commands That every student withstands
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
There are desks and "teachers", who speak but it's not teaching. There are kids and rooms that try to pass as classes  but are really cells. There's a principal and his menions and
She is tired. Tired of everything. She cries every day. She is afraid. So she wants to forget. Forget her life and who she is. So she turns. 11: 30 P.M. Turns to drugs.
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These walls plastered with motivational speeches and properly worded English Are virtually meaningless, because the teacher in front speaking Cares more about that check than checking the voice of the speechless
These are things I can't say, or maybe because you don't listen. I am a human being, a living breathing being. Not another cog in your machine called school. Your tests may show how good at math I am, or the words I know,
Slow. Stop. Sympathize. Claims of compassion corrode. Heaps of homework hail.
four minutes between classes my feet move a mile a minute and so does my mind   but four miles isn't far enough from my last class my backpack weighs me down as does the burden of new knowledge
school....teachers...what can I really say? just the feeling of having commission w/no repitition  sitting in class, clock watching, pencils tapping tight tension teacher, teacher why do you make it so hard?
Teacher, Teacher! Can’t you see? These big bright lights are bugging me!   I woke up early, Did not eat, So my hair’d be curled, nice, and neat.   I took the bus, So full of gum,
For once I'd like to Untie that mysterious box alone, Cutting the cord,  Kissing teachers goodbye So that I may Conceive a thought on my own, but I'm Helpless to defy the system
Who do you think you are...Is it because you have a degree....Does that make you any better than me?
The soldiers are hungry. They live on meager meals, Meager meals indeed. While we sit here, cracking jokes, and breaking yolks in home economics.
I send my prayers to Jerusalemto hide in cracked walls and under flagstonesalongside supplications for healing and kindness.                              ∞I plaster my poems on the walls of cities
The Mockery Students file out of buses in the morning, Into a web of quota. Curricula goals created not by the educators, But by the State.   The System With admin lurking,
Damn why are you teaching so fast, Stop!!! Take time to actually teach, not speed through material, so that your class can understand and meditate on your words instead of stressing  each year trying
My grades are falling rapidly Because of the level at which you are teaching me   You say my rhymes are elementary That they may be At least I'm not derogatory You need to expand your vocabulary
Do you know that old saying? Something borrowed Something old Something new Something borrowed Something blue? Well, scratch the old and the blue and try something borrowed
You have seen me everyday now, 2 days in a row I'm excited for the future days Are you teacher that will listen, teach and care? Will you hear the things I can't say?  
I sit in your stupid class every day,  and I feel my life wasting away. It's not that I don't like you- I really do- It's just that I don't understand you. You try to teach, but you're no good,
With tears unshed, and eyes open wide Days of class and work and normal blur by, But now I think I’m safe with eyes dried, Yet why do I always feel about to cry? This world is cruel, not one I trust as a friend That has not hurt my heart or mind,
You sit behind your desk Looking very grotesque Because you are scared That you are ill-prepared One of us will out shine  Causing you to whine.   Is that fair? To swear.
Everytime I look at a paper it has: Black, White, Chinese, Indian, etc... Why can't it just say American? I don't want to be labeled as those things, I'm not black, I'm not white, I'm just an American.
Did you think about me? Did you think of how I would feel? Did you think of my shame? No, you didn't. You made me hate myself. I washed you from me. I washed myself from me.
  I look in the corner I see a girl crying, dying, and lying about being bullied She hit rock bottom but she’s still trying to succeed
Cellulose, glucose, disaccharides, evolution. One more assignment I swear, there will be a revolution. The homework is hard, while exams nearly cause treasoning. Picking this class was stupid, beyond logical reasoning.
Let’s make a change, Let’s make a change to our society, to our lives, to our futures. No longer shall we hide around the corner when we see someone being talked to as if their nothing.
    Open your books Turn to page.. Wait open up a book to learn about nothing that is me Turn to a page that has only been printed to read against me Today we will be reading the chapter...
I am not just a number in your grade book. My grades do not reflect me. I am not a score on a test. My scores are not my reflection. I am not wasted potential. My potential is still sprouting.
My breath sighs and wakes the dust sleeping still and silent on the rough leather covering pages of my brain. EYES SWOLLEN and overflowing with stars, I begin to gnaw my pencil.
Hello teacher Do you know what you want to teach us today? Or do you want to seat on your big, luxurious, comfy, and plush chair while playing cards on your school paid for laptop?
Thoughts run rapid inside my head filled with words that I never said So here's my chance to finally show what I believe our system should know The best example of course is me
School life has become a social endeavour: walking through the halls more focused on friends than studying and in the end, fretting about getting through, and around people to our next class. 
Wrong or right. Good or bad. You teach me there is no other way.  There are no shades of gray.  We are the smart ones or we are not.  We are the gifted ones or we are not. 
You see what you want me to see, but yet you do not see what you're supposed to see. I went home both days and nights, sitting there, fighting my own fights. No teacher, no staff, no parents; no one
We all have power that lies deep down in us the power to becone anything the power to change the world the power to use your God given tools But it takes dedication courage confidence
 You watch me walk down the halls, you know who I am.  Don't you? I guess you think you do, I'm that smart girl,  maybe I'm that smart guy. The one who's  dorky and smart, Maybe I'm dark and alluring, 
You never seem to see. Attention is what she rarely gets. Because ignoring is just easier. Easier than watching her cry. Easier than watching her die. A little bit each day. You never pull her aside.
Many students trying to follow the crowd Hoping to be accepted Others trying to live life out loud Fearing of being neglected   Many students living in poverty Leading some to drug use
If I had one thing to say to my teachers it would be that class is boring. To keep my attention I need hands on. To keep me engaged I need the information to be put in real life situations.
Why must I sit down in this environment, We got students dropping out and old teachers retiring, I mean Im not one for admiring, But to me this teachers aren't inspiring, They sit on their desk talking nonsense babbling sounding childish, Its time
For the sixth time this morning  you called her ugly For the tenth time today  you called her stupid For the hundredth time this week you called her useless And when she came to school today 
Mind your manners Sit up straight No slouching Better stay awake My head hurts And my eyes burn Read the reports It's my turn Eyes all on me Glossophobia's the word
I think of my future and how you are in the way  i think about that one passing grade  and while i stare out the window and listen to your incessant droning on
They ask us to wake up earlier than healthy,they ask us to stay up doing projects, and then ask why we fall asleep in class!They complain if you come to school sick,but don't you dare miss a day, there's no way to win!They talk down to us everyday
You know, I’ve been writing poetry for quite some time. I mean, it’s a fun medium and all, ok? I don’t have to pay for shit, and I can do it anywhere. At home, in the car, at the zoo. Whatever the hell I want.
They say bring your own device, But now we can leave behind the teacher? I miss the personal guidance and advice Of an instructor, a mentor, a living creature.   They say here, everything is on these iPads;
Hey High School Teachers, listen up. You do realize that I am just as stressed as you, correct?  I mean I go to work everyday and then have to go home and throw myself into homework. 
I want more voice tones: No more monotoned lectures. Then I'd stay awake.
What can I do / When you dont have a clue / You never knew / I just wanted to say screw you // I just wanted to earn / I really yearned / But with you I cant learn / And now I'm no longer your concern.
The fact that I hold the door open for girls does NOT make me a lesbian.
I am not angry I have no qualms with the way you teach. Besides, Nobody takes the time to step into your polished, fitted Balmorals. You actually do care about the lives
Your words come at me like a swarm of bees. Stinging me and you just can't see. They sting so hard and it happens so fast. I asked a question now I understand less than I did in the past. Your explanations just threw me off track.
I hear stories of young girls and guys Who like to play with rainbows. They wave these rainbows as flags Desperately through the wind, it blows. These young boys and girls Who can't help but like rainbows.
      "Let your trumpet blow!!!" so that it reaches the highest peak of your mountain       "Let your trumpet blow!!!" so that it reaches the highest peak of your mountain
I know you're my teacher, and you need to talk, but I can't be alone in a meeting with you.  You see when I was little, I was sexually abused and I got out of that, with an emotional bruise.
Mr. Evans, what kind of class are you running?The kids are all sluffing, hardly any are coming. The desks have language that sailors use.Everything you say just makes me pale and confused.
My hands are sweating, My mind is fretting. The clock is ticking, The time is shrinking. Still I sit here and stare, Spacing off into thin air. Finally I pick up my pencil,
So we're supposed to argue civily. And when we cannot manage that, Give up?   But what if we're in a debate, Face to Face with our oponent. Give up?  
I should know this, I should know this... I should know this by heart. I've done it so much I should have it down like an art. What do to? What to say? Can I ask how to start
I am tired of these peers of mine saying they "don't want to be here", the mob mentality is too strong to fight, I just wish some of them would take the time to try enjoy the school year,
When a journey seems too long do you still keep going? When a journey seems too short do you still keep going? Why stop? Why go? Why do we have to question our actions? Do the
We all make themSome are without thoughtSome harder than othersSome hold onto us and grant sleepless nightsEven after they are made we struggle with their impact
You don’t know me, My book has yet to be released. Judge me when you have the right, But for now, turn left.  
 Words used OVER and OVER again. ALLWAYS talking about this thing and that thing. THAT THING. The things we need to see are BLIND. The things we need to hear are DEAF. The people who need to hear and see are never there.
"Pay attention!" The voice shouts from Across the room. With a start, he Pushes his head up And props himself up On his elbows. His sleeves slip down And he yanks them back
A slip here, a slip there. I am sure the teacher will not care. She knows we secretly call her names. The witch or Ms. Happy is what we dubbed her to be. Oh trust me, Ms. Happy is not what it seems. 
My mouth is a door You really dont want to open this door I have many things to say And they are not for anyone's ears, but you Okay, I'am late. So what!  I'am tardy, forgive me for my sin
Teachers,we know what you do,sneaken about, Tellen us what it,s all about, When those who can't, teach, and each of us reach, For that gold star so far, You make us or break us, that is your quest,
Dear Mr. Johnson, I hope you remember that this day marks a special death in September Of my best friend Tyler My best friend ever who took his own life in a sad endeavour  I remember the funeral
When you talk. I think just stop. Please don't say anymore. There's really no need. You act like I'm a child and I'm not. I'm a senior now so treat me like it. Please next time you have something to say. Talk in a normal voice.
Scholarships, tuition and loans clones the current holder of the thrones on going problem debt i want to be able to learn about serenity for the things we cant change  teach us how to accept we lost hope when we took out religion
Every year is something new but yet nothing has changed. I was suppose to learn it last year but last year they told me I would learn it this year. You expect us to pass the test
Sometimes you wonder After a morning of waking up to the sunshine Or a day spent with friends Or an afternoon of light reading Or an evening watching your favorite movies from childhood That maybe
Cas was a troubled student. Coming into class late every day, sleeping for the first half of class, not doing his own work. Little did the teacher know, Cas was going through some problems at home.
Teachers. There are times,when we forget that they're human too. But some of themjust know how to get on people's nerves.
7:30  “It’s only one hour I’m asking for.” One Hour. 8:30 “One hour just for this class, and that’s it.” One hour. 9:30 “It’s a reasonable request” One hour. 10:30
I'm always the type of girl, whose not scared going out without make-up, doesn't care if my hair is a mess, or what others think of me   i know I'm different but who wants to be ordinary,
I woke up 30 minutes past eight, And School starts at nine. I know that I will be late, So I give up trying to be on time.   I walk into the class ten minutes after the bell
I open my mouth Your eyes snap shut Your hands clamp over your ears I must stop Wait until you calm But when you demand an answer This is always your reply You share no knowledge
  In the spring The flowers all bloom In wonderful colors, Like last year.   In the summer I think about the endless Days and the best of friends, Like last year.  
Living in a world where you are alone never to know if you are going home. Life without a table to sit never to know what to do without it hunger is real you have to eat out a trashcan or two.
Open up your eyes and can't you see This is who I am I'm not this fake you want me to be And you know I never can Just pretend to be This make believe Girl you want to see
These veins will no longer drip rust. I will scream loud and high-pitched And I will be recognized. I will force them to hear me and I hope my anger will disgust them and my eyes
you stare down at me with those pretentious eyes   best, you want better I can feel my self-esteem d r o p p i n g like ink from a quill
(abba, abba, abab, abab, abba) Written, spoken, remembered, and heard, stories have powers; to form past hours with each and every word.   Stories are told, and memories are made
  Teachers are the brains of this society Basking in education, nearly causing themselves to solidify Just to extend their brains to teach others how to qualify
  I feel my toes go numb as my stride lands on the cold bare tile floor. Pondering the plain white walls with my tired eyes I find the window in the far corner.
We fall like the leaves of Autumn, helplessly to the floor. We follow the wind, looking for a better core. We let the wind guide us  to see what's in store. Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
Pause, listen to the beat. Its moving faster than the sounds of "soli rapide". On the inside, a vary of rainbowed coloured butterflies tickle the bottom of my belly....He said my name. Ofcourse my name is simple.
Something comes to a closea seal placed on an official envelopeon the label reads "love/loss/and tragedy"simply making emotions a formality.
The icy wind peels back your outer core Unprotected; as you were from the moment The contractions won and you tasted Bitter, bloody air. You close the door. Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
I fish my hand in the bowl and pull out our psychology group’s topic.Sigmund Freud’s Stages of Psychosexual Development.We find it in our books.Their chins sink to their chests.
My life in the military is not so grand  even though it has its days I am Honored to defend my land I yonder to be where my family stays while I lay my life for you
  The toxic substance you consumed The way you looked when your picture was plastered across the room The hurt you’ve caused my mother And now I have to sit and watch her suffer
I'm so tired Of sing the blues Ripped up soul and all Calling for you Dirty cigarette Giving thought to the one I love As ashes trickle down To a steady heartbeat
That crazy curly hair and that skin so fair makes mom say cutey  and sisters describe beauty.  But I'm against that I think he's fat.  He's cool so he thinks
  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 pray you’ll love me and hope to forgive you as I watch the years go by. And I realize you’re not here and never was to try. I live my life in fear that every man I like will bring my eyes to tears.
When im alone at homeI don't really know what to doBut all I want is to beWith you As I walk outsideIts cold and dark out hereI remember you so greatlyBut without you im so scared
  Little reminders, I find them everywhere. Little reminders of how you used to care. Looking back we had it all, no wonder no one predicted our fall. More days pass and you’re still not around,
Learning things on my own because I have no home barely making it through the day have to leave because I do not like to stay   look at my reflection in the murky water
They weren't born this way. They had a life just like you You can end up right were they are Homeless, looking for a job, and a car
although was light, i sat in my room, listening as faith fluttered at my feet. His eyes opened. tattered curtains captured the sunlight; the floor boards creaked with dark tones.  
The Idea of IdeasBy Ariel Randolph Everyone’s opinions around me connects in a way. I, for the longest time, could not label. Up until now, I knew that the peoplewho are young minded and free spirited, or just have that something about them that g
A veteran stands strong and tall, They’ve risked their life, their friends, their all.   Some people may not agree with the war
I am stuck, stuck in between what is wrong and what is right for me. I am stuck, stuck in-between someone that will make me feel alive tonight and someone that will make it right.
 Typical dork Sneaky,geeky Tutor, poet, plays chess Inside a normal teenager Misunderstood
His game was astronomical  This young boy who loved to hunt In the underbrush of the forest sun halve past twelve A fox appeared ahead Golden fur and bright brown eyes 
Waking in the dark, Struggling to find light. But what's there to see? The day is always night.   A world full of people, but here, I'm alone. What once was soul, Is not wimply bone.
I write for my Grandmother since she lost her balance. Some days, I hold her hand. Her equilibrium doesn't seem to be what it used to be. I write for my Grandmother on days that her own words slip. Some days,
Sitting here thinking about the mischief that I've caused, wondering in my head should i stop doing wrong or continue to break the laws. Ur gay and i'm mad, My past wont drift away seems like I was born to be bad.
Did we ask to be born into a world of such scorn,  They would surely mourn for the the old ideals,  Since those are no more,  This is a new world, a much more flawed world, but freer, 
Looking in the mirror I say I’m ugly,I say I’m fat, I say I’m disgusting.Who would want to be with you?(Shit not me)Or is the aspect of who I am in which differs on whoI want to be.
For the town of Somerton, rain is a rarity. When it rains the town becomes something no sane man can describe, It is as if it takes on a whole new identity.   The smell fills every pair of nostrils,
these red viscous drops that paints our banner's stars and straps fake smiles and all these props it spreads like chicken pox and it cant be contained or put in a box obvious to the trained mind
If only I knew that day was near That day you would whisper those golden words If only I knew that time was close When we would come together in complete happiness If only I knew that moment was coming
There is always a time in life when good things must come to an end. The bonds that we once formed crumbles into shattered pieces. When all of hope, faith, and love diminishes.
How am I?How am I?I'm fine I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
Wow. Life hits you hard. I try to avoid the feelings, I try to avoid the blatant truth in front of me, yet the more I think about it the more consumed I am by the pain. It wasn’t like I tried, because I didn’t.
You think you can change the world.You cannot.The best you can do is change yourself.Change yourself so dramatically,that the world will look at youand want to change,and change because of you.you did not change the worldyou helped the world chang
Run, run, run away.   We aren't a good enough reason to stay. Its happened before,   so why not once more? Laugh and get your fill,   we will try to make it and we will,
Take me away to see the stars,   traveling so very far. From the beginning of time,   to the end of the universe. Where ever the T.A.R.D.I.S. chooses to go,  I will do my best to defeat the foe.
I'll never be "that" girl But l can be THIS girl Silk tresses will never swim on the small of my back Only coiled curls will dance freely on the nape of my neck
  Am I a bad friend? I’ve always had trouble with relationships. Whether it be with a friend, a guy, or family. Am I a bad friend?
There are many who live to love, There are many who live to be loved, There are those who sacrifice their lives so that we may live.  It is a joy to watch you stand proud near the flag. It is a pleasure to support you from across the land.
       History is in the making.  As a matter fact it's very similar to baking. A little salt for the flavor and biter root for the haters. Then add some sugar to the mix and you have the beginning of a flick.
Like so many others I stand in my corner not alone but definitively lonely watching the world roll by Nobody stands in the shadows the sun casts behind me It's hard to trust my back to people I know
Given a mask, to hide and cover the truth but there is no need not in the presence of liquid ink.  Wherever lyrics flow from heart to hand from soul to soul
The words flow from my heart And into my revolving conscious Where at the jot of a pen they part, And with revision, I am cautious.   Poetry is me, And I am poetry.  
Words wriggle through my pen's tip toppling into the page in lines. Truth stands at the end waiting to appear. His stenographer, your's somehow, succeeds in  stopping two wrong words from splashing in
Sad life with no meaning Not a word fell from her lips All that was heard were the scribbles “Who was she again?” Murmurs crowed and wondered Not one had heard a thought Fall from her thin lips
These words that boil inside you are strong By nature, to hold them imprisoned is wrong Speak raw, speak power, speak truth, speak you, Your poem, your story, your song.   Do it for heart or do it for fun
I drift on a cloud, I float through the air, I feel so light, so free, so lacking in care. My lover waits for me, he holds out his hand, He leads me to the coast, the shores of white sand.
Really? You’re asking me why I write? I write because I can I write because I have the ability I have been blessed with To be able to hold a pen and write what comes out of me
I hear his voice slithering through my unconscious night thoughts. I see her bleeding smile darkening my unstable day. I taste their lust stricken sweat leaking into my mouth and seeping beneath my tongue.
When I write, It's what I feel.  Life's a lie? No, not when I write,  All the things they just feel so real.  For once in my life, everything is just so right. The power's on, and I'm alive. 
Why I write there's so many reasons! I write to feel joy. To feel pain. To feel despair. To feel angry. To feel appreciated and free. To feel wanted. To hope and believe.
I need a voice, Not for other’s ears But for myself to hear.   No escape value, Pressure’s building, Systems failing, Explosion is imminent, Must react, must turn the power off, Wait.
The world stands still I am unable to surpass it Then, I look into the reflection And I write the wonders I seek Fear I would forget I struggle I the sensation of a cold sweat I am unable to
  It begins like a whisper. Something so small clicks, it’s almost missed and yet, shivers wave over your skin like a mist. You sense something emerge An impulse, an urge
You can lie next to HER You don't care because it's free But she speaks with wisdom Are you still out to get me? You can't cope with being alone You call HER. You write to me. "Are you coming?"
When you have a passion that is so strong It ignites a roaring fire beneath your heart; When it's embedded so deeply within you, You can't remember life before;
I write because its in my blood. As a matter of fact it's in my soul. I write to relieve stress. I am powerless, until my fingers and palm unite with a page and create harmonious justice to my mind.
Not until I was 7 years old Did one of my teachers Finally realize I couldn’t read, Or at least not more Than a few simple words, Or figure out basic Addition or subtraction  
Words across the screen Words on the pages Words whispered into my ears Words written in silence Words read out loud I would like to capture all of the words      and use them from time to time. 
I write for Love I write for No one I write For everyone I write for winter and for Summer I write for all of You who can't open your eyes. I write when my heart weighs down my Shoulders
I’m only a little bird Trapped in a Cage Barred down by the rest of Society   They strap me in chains  Forbid me to fly away There's nothing left for this little bird 
My life is like a time bomb. Everything seems okay, but then slowly the seconds are ticking away… and I can’t do anything to stop it. So I write. I write because I love to. I write because I hate to.
The pressure hammers hammers hammers down on my head.  Dreams of a different world drown me in bed.  Images flash like screenshots, like the flashes on the cameras
When words flow.. Something happens that no other experience can compare too My heart quickens,  each and every beat trying to catch the cadence of the sounds leaving my mouth My eyes close in anticipation,
We ask, "how?" When we ail to know why happiness has eluded our every try. And in our pursuit the scars we've come to bear
A girl once asked me “What are you good at?” And I replied with “Words.” To express myself without being misunderstood Judged Ridiculed That is why I write Poetry gives me the gateway to
I write poetry because I MUST…        Open my mind,        Explore the world,        Understand myself.
Because poetry is there when “I love you” cannot possibly be Enough to describe how I feel. Or when the page is a blank Canvas, a world waiting to be created. If they say
Emotions overwhelm my soul as I experience life. Over time I store my emotions in a jar, And ever so slowly, I feel the glass starting to crack, Suddenly, the bottle shatters, forcefully pushing my emotions into the open.
why i writesuch a complex questionbut to save time, ill take the simplistic approachwriting is just a part of me,it comes deep from within my soulit give these people a look into my journeyinto my life
Something too complex to know, Too beautiful to express, I am writing of your soul.              It is the duty of poetry to compress. I write to capture a sliver Of you, and of me; of the human race.
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
If the word of God is the breath of God, Then the word of man is the breath of man. When you inhale the world around you, must you always exhale it? If not for exhaling we would be starved of oxygen
Why do I write? Why do you breathe? Why do you blink? Why do you sleep? Why do you eat? Because we have to.   Why do I write? Why do you go to school? Why do you have a job?
Keeping myself sane, Nothing but a pen, some paper, and my pain. Grabbing my thoughts from thin air. running sweaty palms through my knotted hair. Laughing, yelling and crying. broken hearts and people dying.
Every night, I cried, I died inside just a little every night. Every night no one cared, no one dared to ask how I felt, every night. Every night I stared at my scared riddled arms, doing myself harm, every night.
Words are meant to be said, not written, but for true expressions you must hide Behind a mask, my precense is cloaked , sealed from society as the words speak for me.
I close my eyes as I fall asleep, I dream I can change the truth into reality, My understandings shallow,  But still gradually expanding, Searching for the profundity, and only found a shadow,
I write for the broken and the battered, The ones left in the dark with their voices shattered. For the ones too weak to rise to glory, Too scared to tell their story. For the ones drowning in pain,
Poems are my purpose, my resolve A analyzable way to express myself  Follow along as you feel involve To a meaning that could include yourself.   
Writing gives me the power to feel free Takes away the anxiety Enforces me, encourages me, strenghtens me When i'm too shy, too scared, too timid, not having the gut to say something out loud
You don’t know that I have a crush on you. You don’t know that our friend approves. You don’t know that we have five years age difference. You don’t know that my father is suspicious of you.
Seeing the lines right in front of me, like everyday life -- I notice the sparks and lights mirror what's inside. The beauty is not new to me, but some of us forget. The true face of everything -- the beauty that lives.
laying ont the ground, shaking i'ts a silent, dead kind of shake we all know that feeling when you're so done and you just cant handle it anymore when thinking becomes a murderer and slowly kills you
Some people write to understand Others do it for empowerment just to take a stand . But why do I? See I write to also understand To understand who I am Revealing parts of me I never knew existed.
The sound of sorrow by Ima Ríos   Abducting the yowls a meeting of souls confronting the ground with the magestic sound of fighting and freedom while waiting for the Halidom.
Mr. Baldwin once told me a story. We followed a young man. He was dying. I wept. But Mr. Baldwin smiled at me –  The man was loving, living, and playing.   I grew anxious. To be a musician…
Okay..... Deep Breath  Count to TEN   1,2 They are screaming and yelling 3,4 They are pushing against the doors  5,6 Louder, Louder, the threats get worse 7,8
Blood drips down storm drains- Pooled thoughts, whirltide emotions Spatter across time.
I knew a girl who felt trapped in this world she was unaccepted  for being gay they kept putting her down for who she was the closed-minded saw no other way she asked why the world was so cruel
I had decided long before I identified with being the amateur poet that I am That I would restrain myself from ever constructing a poem About poetry I mean, sure some of the greats like Bukowski did it
I write because I have too many scars on my wrists I write because I don't need to add to my collection of hospital bracelets I bleed ink into the paper I spill my thoughts to people I won't ever meet
What shall become of the worldAs our finger around the trigger is curledAs people continue to fight their brothersDestruction is the answer to win all the powersBut what is power when no one is left
What are the clothes we wear in our minds? Silk and fine fabrics? No, there’s no money for such fabulous finds. Do we wear clothes made out of love? Knitted and warm that will never unbind? Sadly, no.
I write to remember...
When I was young My Daddy read me stories as I drifted to sleep And I watched in awe as the peaceful melody of words evolved into symphonic wonder; a castle, a wish, a hope shone in my Daddy’s eyes.  
There was a youthful lass Who had no time to pass But as she clutched the fountain pen Words excited her head to spin Now where's the youthful lass?
My mouth is dry and my mind is empty My longing for you is only beginning You once were here and all was nice You made my life a paradice
How to define love Not with words or actions but What comes from the heart
I write to feel free, life is bodange in it's essence Trivial chores, stangnat relations, outside opionions I want to be lost in my own thought, comtemplation leads me to a place where there are know laws to abide
when silence preysmy mind left in the daze:medicated miserynoise baring downcoming undoneand i'm feeling surroundedthe pen to paperkeeps me grounded.words hardly express
When the pain gets too bad when the world makes me way too mad when I refuse to cry When I just want to die My anger and frustration goes to words   I may not always be able to speak
Words on a pageCreating lines of rhythmLines of RhymeFlowing EloquentlyEndlesslyMillions of emotionsSpiraling outAt times, Writing is difficultA blockage between me, and the world
I put life into my words Some people understand But most people are unsure Unsure of the messages I speak Unsure of the power it brings See I write because it colors life It CONSUMES life
Why write? Because writing takes you to a whole new level.Write because writing allows a new chapter of life,A new story, a new beginning, and an ending.Write for life because that is what we are born to do.
Poetry is my diary A place to escapeWhere the pen in my hand Writes freely Thoughts and feelings so obscureBecome clear through words on paperWritten in a melodyThat follows your hearts every beat
Quiet girl, quiet girl Speak up? She’d rather die Tenses up in conversation No one wonders why   Never talks to anybody Isolation is her self-defense Hides behind bangs too long
We lost someone special that day Someone pure and whole But Heaven gained an angel We long for one more word One more touch We lost someone special that day Her heart of gold stopped beating
I'm a child.  I'm curious about everything I see.  I ask too many questions. I have dreams of changing the world. I imagine the unreal and make the most out of simple things.
Writing cannot be contained to one reason it doesn't change with the season Writing is a method of habituation in response to a stressful situation  In a stressful statewriting is a sweet escape I write through sickness and painboth physical and i
I sit and try To use words and ink To vent losing you But it is to no avail I watch and cry As the love that I loved most Slips through my grasp With no means to return
There has never been a love Quite like ours It seems as if it was written Above in the stars I could tell from the time Our eyes first met You would become someone Very hard to forget
Hours away Miles apart Makes my mind go crazy And takes a toll on my heart A love like ours Wasn't made to be easy But no other man Could ever truly please me You're trusting me
My name never sounded  As beautiful as a lullaby Until the day you spoke my name I've never tasted something More sweet and intoxicating Than the taste of your lips With one touch of your hand
Your eyes  Are filled with tears And your heart holds So many fears I will take your hand And walk you through the dark I promise you We will never be apart You're not alone
Trying and dying For love Fighting and sacrificing For love It's not as poetic As it sounds So much blood So much hate Falls from the bodies of men When lovw is on the line
There are only so many ways To say "I love you" But I will always try To remind you of the love we share And the way we're meant to be There are only so many ways To make someone feel loved
Why I love you I asked myself So many times that I've lost count Why I love you Because you are A man who loves me And wants to stay with me Not just for a short while
I feel like We have known eachother Our whole lives I don't think I have ever connected With another human The way I have with you When I look in your eyes Thats when I feel it
The student Who sits in class Is not really there Her eyes distant Her mind even further The tap tap tap Of her foot continues As though keeping An imaginary beat
If he walks by and sees youBe carefulYou're like rare pork lined and soaked in fresh bloodAnd just by the way he walks and talksYou'll undeniably fall for his perfect charm
Hear that? Those gentle sighs, floating on the wind Release is what they are, Relieving us of our innermost burdens   Cryptic words on a cryptic page My own songs of poetry reaching out,
"The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it." -Tsukiko  
Can you imagine living a tough childhood Watching your parents break a part Heart start aching and watching your world fall apart Everything you thought would never happen You witnessed right before your eyes
  Dear friend, I have a best friend, who is just as good as you, She is awkwardly funny and corky too. Like you bring to your friend, My friend makes me think miracles do exist.
I write because sometimes I truly believe that I am the only person who has ever thought a thought. So why not put down these words?   These words are hardly more
They asked him what he wanted to be When he grew up and he said, “Not a fireman or a police patroller, no, Not a scientist or an astronaut…  I want to be superman and Save the world.” 
Suppressed feelings Hidden thoughts Words unspoken Poured onto paper Art of letters
Honey, hold me tight I may have to leave soon Kiss me softly like you have so many times Whisper “I love you” in my ear as sweet as you have before
  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
Why do women fall in love with men who are completely wrong for them? Is it a hidden sense kindled from our genetic nurturing trait that we think we can baby bad boys into good men?
Ms. Rose I see those clown insects have you down and in doubt, just know it has to rain before the sun comes out.Ms. Rose you’re losing your powerful color…you were sprouted in a poor garden, but you don’t have to believe those other flowers.Ms.
Pace my life, but I’m never going slow, if it’s not one thing, it’s another , can’t keep my problems in control, dreams as children to grow up and get a million and spend it all in front  of the county building.
I live for today but not for tomorow Yesterday I lived for that day and that day alone I try never to plan shit cause I've already learned life is a bitch I've learned that love can only hurt if you allow it 
Pheonixs are red blue jays are blue I'd lie if I said that I love you I only said that so I would have someone at home  Also so I could have someone So I wouldn't sleep alone
You may not admit it but you will need someone someday to help you stay up. I can't tell you when or why you will need it but I all I can say now is yup. It isn't a sign of weakness this I swear
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,
A Night on Summer’s High Was a night I’ll never forget A party it was, the Fourth of July The night that her and I met.   From that day on the spark was set The connection so it seems
I thank God for letting me live this day and that's why from this day forward I will pray I will pray and pray all day Because I love God and can't no one take that away He's the slowest man we know
Colors, letters, hide and go seek The boy, best friend, imagination companion Playground adventures we couldn’t abandon Till the fatigue set and little bones weak Time for a nap on a cot set in tandem
Throughout elementary school, poetry was just another thing to read. I didn't like it at first, it was a tedious deed. Back then, I was and even still am a shy child. A quiet one, who's imagination was and still is wild.
There is no one in this planet that got attension besides you. it may have taken me a moment, but now i finally realize that loding you would take my heart and tear it all apart
Why do Artist paint ? 
To be disturbed, is to be obscured. But thats what I am,  a disturbed person who is a nerd, Who is disturbed by the presence of the world. To not be afraid,  is to absorb knowledge that is gained, 
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright Wisdom Wings knows no fear The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
Often we question who and why we are But is it possible to just be? Stop the questioning of why Can't I just be me?   I have a purpose I have figured it out I have a pen and paper
Falling fast and falling away Wishing, Wanting and Hoping to Stay   Wishing you could take back the lie Wishing you didn't have to cry   Wanting to erase your tears Wanting to no longer fear
Across the window pane Drops falling fast Whispering silent secrets Casting shadows of the past   Some may see sadness And cry their own tears Cascade down crimson cheeks
Anger, fear; regret or remorse; pain and sorrow. Build it up, bottle it up, write music, get into fights, eat, listen to music, self harm. What is your drug of choice to release any and all types of feelings you have?
  Many dream of popularity, riches, and wealth, but what they overlook is the guidance to the right of your shelf. Act like this, act like that, and be who you see, but life isn't all about being who you perceive. 
This is what I do  This is who I am
Illness infection disease Look at the change you've brought me From eating to sleeping From walking to running From cleaning to working From sports to school My disease my illness it has changed me
Ladies And Gentlemen Boys And Girls BROTHERS AND SISTERS !Please Gather Around To Hear A Few Words From Your Little Big Brother For I Would Like To Enlighten YOU !
  It’s like the moments when you stutter and what you want to say simply won’t come out. It has the power to make you shutter or jump for joy or scream and shout.  
You broke my heart   You lied in the past  And I guess this is the part, Where I fall too fast.   You gave me your promise Said we were meant to be But then came August 
Shall we dance with the devil, among the many spawn of hate? Shall we submerge to such level, of a world with every dreaded date? Shall we revolt from this darkness, carrying the baggage of past displeasures?
Just when I though it would all get better. You made my depression dissappear. You made everything ok. You healed me, my heart. Up until today, everything was fine. Why did you leave?
When I think,I think in poems–The rambling words in my brainslowly converge into reasonable structuresas thoughts and connections become real.
Very lonely oak He drops acorns by his side Hoping for a friend
He broke my heart, he gives and takes But the fact was it was not his to break. My heart belongs to God, the one and only. The one who loves, the one who holds me. He never cheats, never lies,
One call in the fall. A text in the winter. You say you're at home but I see you out with her. Must pain you a lot that we broke up. Because 2 days later you two hook up. One smile in the spring.
Four years ago I would be crying Devisitated Screaming out why me Looking inthe mirror trying to figure out whats wrong with me But now I stap back and look at it all Damn that was such a hard way to fall
When the robins Sing - that is Love - Two Passions jointly wove - Intertwined - with Beauty and Grace - My Soul spilled on this Page.
Let's talk about sex baby Let's talk about you and me Let's talk about STD's Herpes chlamydia gonorrhea and teen pregnancy  But now you don't want to talk Just because your
I stand as a shadow among millions of face, my voice is silenced by the echoing river of voices a like. "break free from the drowning"; I scream from the inside, then one day from a blank page, the worlds ears became my canvas.
My country tis of thee sweet land of liberty of thee I sang:   Land where my Fathers died — Died from foreign machines massacres, and pus leaking from their skin.
Black bodies, swarm in squeezed; shoved locked up. The built bodies behind the metal bars costs more than thousands of gold and silver. Priceless, because it's free labor.
Encircled by a group of guyfriends gathered like scholars circles back in medival times, news about a girl comes up. Instantly, it comes down to the unconscious question: "Is she pretty?"  
As the smoke danced around the muzzle of my thoughts My eyes were opened to behold the dismay before me And as the souls ran, yet all for not I quivered in fear at the thought of their eternity  
  “Lean towards me,” he whispered. “No. Lean away.” The teacher was watching. “I have a surprise for you,”  he cooed. “Down here.” I leaned down,  peered under the table, then I saw it,
At times like these, you need someone to talk to But there's no one to be found So you turn to poetry And it becomes your only outlet 
They say the body is a temple. A sacred home of an object of religious power, meaning God has chosen it to be one of his homes. A thought to live by, words to own.
Like the rain flows freely. Poetry does to the soul. Speaking legions of stories in just a poem. As everything begins to unfold.  The sun may come; The day may end. 
I have a date with a doctor, or Perhaps he's a lawyer or an engineer, and he says, "Why write?" I look up from my pretense My dinner, my courtesy, my mask, And he sees something he fears: Passion.
An average poet Writes as a form of Self-expression. I am Forced To write. The words and thoughts, Emotions and feelings, Build up within me. All of it
you think you know someone you treat them like family you trust them with your dreams, secretes, and life but one day everything goes wrong she turns on you start telling your secrets to every living soul
To the world around us, Poetry is a jumble of words. Adjectives piled atop adjectives, It is nothing more than a frivolous journey of hidden messages. But to me,
Standing, At the threshold of the rest of our lives.
How can we say farewell to he of alpha breedWho never came fourth with a selfish act of need?For this white wolf was strong as could be.Now finally the great wolf is set free.
Ode To Sunshine Looking Over The Valley  Slowly Spreading Sunshine Reaching Out Its Fingers And Touching Everything Ode To Sunshine Turning Orange To Yellow Warmth Is A Blanket
They are the symbol of love, It's almost as if nothing can be above. As curious as he can be, The love is all you can see. Even though we have our ups and downs, He always gives me a reason not to frown.
We all shed tears We all have fears We all shed blood But still have enough to give people love There are times we hurt There may be times we fall But the question is.....
Past the midnight hour, Much closer to three Sat a young girl Pressed up against a glaring screen. It was summer time you see, The internet was calling her name. In the web of truthful lies,
Have you ever noticed, that if we all disappeared there would be no world? There would be no person to call this (basically) blue and green rock “earth”.
I've known forests: I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.   My sould has grown roots like the forest's.   I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
For the words that don’t come easy The emotions that cease thee. I am alone but am I? Because when this pen hits this paper I fly. No one can understand me better, Than the words that flood this paper.
I write for the sake of understanding myself To be entitled to something I can control To feel, to have certainty Without poetry I am an utter nothing  I write because I must  It is something spectacular
A shriek in the middle of a night From the face of a child of God  Long forgotten  By those who once were so dear to her And this is a typical night, composed of agony and regret
The look in his eyes, His worry, his fear.   Unable to enjoy your own triumphs with the dread of his failure.   Can we get through this together?
I don't write as a mere form of expression, As means of feeling free. Hell, sometimes it seems it's been months or years Since I've really even written for me. So, why do I even write?
Why is this so hard  Was raised like an uptowngirl  Now a poor college girl
  Today I met a great new friend Who knew me right away. It was funny how she understood All I had to say.   She listened to my problems, She listened to my dreams.
When I was little monsters didn't hide under my bed. They screamed at me from inside my head. I dreamt of death and being alone. I was always crying, never finding a home.
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What were considered the good days are now filled with dismay.
I wasn't born to write, It isn't my passion, It isn't my calling.  I write because I need to live. I write because of my fear. I heave through my lungs, Fighting a word on the page.
Fist a baby girl, Then she is off to college Next a young adult.
to put it bluntly..I think im in the deepest whole.Sunk in so far,Trapped for an eternity.Im not going anywhere,And no one's helping.Now of days we make it so easy,
My family is a bulletin board hanging on the street corner, full of advertisements and posters.  
I see him running and playing. Just having a good time.I see him laughing and smiling at every line.He cared and loved us all.Was it his time to fall? Always ready to celebrate.Never to underestimate.
As fuchsias dance with pinks in the dimming heavens Waves whisper sweet nothings without reply. Giant pearl aloft and luminous compose tender tune Two souls perched together catch such manifestation
Where did it come from when did It begin I never thought id Love again Magic love is what this consist of Who'd ever thought that this love could have came from above Our sweet lips as they touch
                                                                    Will you still love me when my hair has turned gray, Or when I have wrinkles in my face, Will you still love me when I fail to meet your expectations,
Change. the idea thrills us the thought of it happening scares us the results would amaze us but the work load loses us. change a life change a friend change your clothes change 
The words have always been there. I cannot remember feeling anything with vigor and not having the words.   They stay in my spine, they don't reach my lips. They make me ache and burn and itch,
Should we paint the town red? Or any other color that means more. The boring streets. Sweeping the rain. Dressed with cars.                     Or shall we walk away? No, not on a Thursday. Bleak?
You're asking me why I write? Oh I'll tell you why. What a obvious question. Self expression! Nothing compares to poetry. The limits are endless. I am blessed. I found my creative outlet.
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.
She is just a woman, But to me, is so much more. I want to hold and grasp her Because she makes my heart soar. She has such lovely curves And hair that curls around.
As he sits there in his chair, with his paper and pen. I walk across in his favorite dress to see me in. And he never looks my way, because the paper, his eyes stay glued to.
I write poetry to escape from reality. This is busy world we live in, everyone needs a place to go to for comfort. Poetry is my comfort. I get my ideas out. My thoughts come flowing out. Allowing me to express my emotions and ideas.
Within me a fiery passion burnshotter than the reddest leaves of Autumn.Not for Another.But for ink.That pitch poison spilling onto aqua lined pageresting beneath my side-palm.
My worst enemy is time tick, tock, tick, goes the insane thoughts of mine Repeats of converations and distant elations WHERE IS MY SAFE PLACE? -nowhere You can't hide from it, because it follows you.
I hate gay people Not because of your typical reason I don’t hate them because they’re attracted to their same sex
In trying to be honest but not to open i'll just say im not  so good with words so when on that first day i put pen to paper and let my emotions speak for themselves. 
In words, there is feeling Love, Lust, and Hate Despise, Passion, Adoration We feel all these things, in association         With Words. When words are released, feelings
If I could have just three wishes I would wish to wake up every morning to the touch of your skin on mine the warmth of your breath on my neck the sound of your heart beating with mine....
     I had to leave, but choose to stay coz there was no home other  than here. I loved being beside this atmosphere though I wasn’t part of it.
I don't want to leave, yet But I can't stay I can see you crying, Tears fall down your face. Just remember I will come back home, that is a promise that I will not break.
Wrap your arms around her and say "I'll never let go."                                                                      What she may do when she gets older,                                                                                       
At the End of the RainbowThey lie, “there rests a potFilled to the brim with nuggetsOf gold.”Not a fool’s gold, I hope.  
Chaotic My mind Spinning, telling, lying How to convey? Thoughts   Joslyn My friend Clawing, straining, losing The war on drugs lost   Words For her
In the darkness and the rain,My life will never be the same.The driver crossed into my lane,And for my trauma is to blame.
The reason I write isn't because of some magical experience I had in class. I was inspired to write because I like to write. Simple enough.
Trying to get by in this day and time Everyone wants to be accepted But no one can hear you at night when you cry Your emotions have now begun to be tested  
I remember   The silent, lonely nights Where I sat, a small child, With nothing but a book as a friend.   My stuffed toys would smile and watch me read
Poetry.  Nothing more than words on a page.  Or are they?  Words that express so much no one else can fathom.  A diary for the world to hear.  A voice, a guide  to let you know you aren't alone. 
You made me Then you left You fought for me But soon it became to much And you gave up You took a break One that was often ridiculed Exspecially by me now You didn't want me then
a world where time is adjustable, a place where the unthinkable is comprehendable, where the soul resides with piercing emotions, hanging heavy along the heart but poetry is much more
Many times a month I go outside and watch the forest I watch the trees dancing in the wind I hear their leaves whispering to me I sometimes understand what they say And other times I do not
We are the Outcast, The different ones We call ourselves the Unwanted We sit and slit, and watch till we can’t take anymore Until the blood goes stale and the river runs dry
Pre-college life kind of sucks Applying to scholarships, trying to get a thousand bucks ACT/SAT is never fun What if my ACT comes out as a 31? I mean, I need that 32 for money to Wheaton!
Writing Freedom of Mind and Soul Without it I am caged  I am silent I am nothing With it  I have power I have strength I have leverage I have Life
First it is learned: Haikus, Lymrics, Ballads. Then it is read: Shakespeare, Dickinson, Frost.  Last it is recited: "Sonnett 116," " Broken Promises," "Dulce et Decroum est." 
I've been asleep. I never knew why i liked poems i never really did           like'em  they are just free words most of the time absurd                     absurd     freee words
oh This Morning I felt it felt it coming    Either good or bad.. I couldn't tell if I'd be mad but that fell   If it falls, it breaks thats the risk
The life of a soldier. Trillions are said to die each year. Yet billions of men and women gear up for combat each day. Fighting for the American soil; as well as the American people.
You're cold shoulder, bipolar high roller disorder  Is sympathetic, arithmetic, epidemic kinetic Cope the rope and tie up the noose Pull it too tight the limb will break off loose
No matter how hard I try No matter what I do I am always thinking of you.   No matter where I am
My name is Sierra, It means mountains. But does it really?   My name is mountains, Which means strong and stable. But does it really?   My name is strong,
 She missed the day he smiled All that it reviled was an innocent child The regrets of the child started to fade Her heart was cut witha blade The blood of a sweet, but soft serenade
Can it be I finally can see The true depths of me? What God intended When He got out his pen and drew These thick thighs and bright eyes This beautiful smile Couldnt even be hid for a mile
It's a law of physics what goes up must come down Everything that needs to happen  will some will die others will mourn But life will go on of this I'm sure   Goodbye isn't forever
I do all my best thinkin' in the shower. Which is a good thing, since i'm usually in there for about an hour. I ponder the meaning of life, and why it is as it seems, 
The Sky Insisting to reflect what is inside of me Darkened it's clouds to night Pouring out my grief; The trees bowed and trembled beneith it's power; I turned my face up to accept it's companionship
Alone under dark skies Where ambience and little life cries To the power they ride Live they who contest the lie     Falling upon the deafest of mouths And the hungriest of ears
I know you cant be here I know you dont know how i feel I understand that you cant be here But no matter what,I know you care After all my pain and hate I finally realized it's not too late
I am but a pebble in your hand.
Noises are corners of the sea To many to ignore Yet enough to pour fourth To create a lullaby, A true artistic challenge   Words are words, Carried by the sea Inhaled through tragedy
Only two years old and I know death to well Big Brother did you have to leave me alone... Daddy's staying out late mama ain't came out that room in three days... Im just glad I know where the snacks are.
This is for the kids Up at 2 AM Lost in a book Or drowning in tears. This is for the kids Who love music More than those around them.  This is for the kids Dying to be heard
Poetry is a tool, and I have found that the more I practice, the more precise I am. It is an x-ray machine, allowing me to discover where I wish to examine myself. It is rib shears, slicing my ribs open to expose my heart.
Not only is written to be spoken,     Read It is meant to be experienced,     Lived The words on the page are as notes,      To be played Motions run through,     As life sparks spring  
What the fuck have I become? Do you see the world that surrounds us? Do you see the hate in all their eyes? And when you look back, Do you see that same hate in yours?   Our children are dying!
When I write my words form a mirror, one shard at a time, and I can see into my soul. It allows me to express things I don't even understand.
When your bearings are heavy and no one is aware Pen, paper and poetry is there An outlet for all of your pain You have nothing to lose but only strength to gain Learning more about yourself every time you write
They say that chivalry is dead A witless moral of the youth  Replaced with disrespect, to dread And turned to ash in times uncouth   They say that animosity has risen A conflagration of social spite
If you hear the word “radium,” do you think of Marie Curie, Of the thousands she saved by radiation therapy, Of a woman who died for the love – in the name – of science,
Who's alive and out to thrive. By and by we must try. Earth is abundant don't just be a pundit. 
No one knows.No one understands how hard it can be.No one cares.But they do.
There was a time when I was free, of any worry and fear. There was a time when I wanted to fly, visit all over, far and near.   But then you reach a certain age, where time seems to move quicker. 
With you the rain pours like glass shattering on hardwood floors. With me that glass breaks like an earthquake and how it shakes. Now isn't this a shame. You had no promise. You had no game.
We are but black and white The letters that we write. The colors leeching from our pens destroy worlds and breathe sins.
Perfect Everything was perfect He was perfect
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.
My artificial emotions I let flow loud and proudTrue ones keep inside with doubtIn my golden slumber I let my real thoughts wanderDeep into the cryptic yonderI open the gates of my vulnerability when I close my eyes
Treassures, our creations.
The trafficked desperation The lined, faux leather couch The smoke of burned unmentionables It was pizza And so like heyzeus from the ashes you rose Because phoenixes are too poetic
  Your love is not just love  Your love is that type of love that is unbreakable,  Let me explain ... See, His love is that type of love that will never give up. Its unlike human love, which is conditional.
 Your love is not just love  Your love is that type of love that is unbreakable,  Let me explain ... See, His love is that type of love that will never give up. Its unlike human love, which is conditional.
When you write, your expressing yourself. Whatever your feeling at the moment. Your words speak out in a tone of hurt, sad,happiness,grateful,thoughtful. 
What happened to the secrets we shared? The tears we cried?The friendship we tried to keep when it was hanging from a thread? Have you forgot all about it?We've been together trough thick and thin
Writing is about creation And chasing after temptation; It is jumping into the abyss To chance having your soul kissed; Writing is creating friends And harboring foes;
Did you know that the backwords spelling of the word saggin  is the word niggas? Well, isn't that something. It's a bit ironic because the world has embraced both terms with open arms like a mother
I write because I am a citizen who has her rights to speak her mind, To be able to say what spoken words cannot comprehend.  I write to give advice to the teens who don't have someone to confied into,
I see all these girls, They are all really pretty.They have friends, they are taken.Then, you see girls like me.  These girls you see,Are outcast.They don't have anyone. They feel oh so alone.
I'm used to this feeling, the loneliness. Asking me why, I'm lonely.he's not here to hold me,in this lonely place. When this feeling comes,The razor comes out.my wrists bleed.
Friends run around the blazing heat Capturing the sand under our feet Screaming like we've lost it all We'll party till the wheels fall Seeing stars in our eyes Not a care is given about how fast time flies
Artificial Funny that a word that has art in it means fake Fake friends, fake love, fake mistakes I don’t know what to believe anymore Artificial enemies, artificial news Artificial old, now, and you
Im haunted by shadows in the open, They surround me with theyre empowering eyes, They cloud my judgement with whispers, I can close my eyes and cover my ears, but the whispers grow louder and louder, They dont scream nor raise their voice, They wh
Against all odds I will succeed, I will be what doubting mouths said I can’t be. Success is the achievement of something intended or desired, my desire is to reach higher to be brighter.
I appreciate to be writing freely Because now I can describe my life I come from a small town without much money And my family would be better of without this strife   When I was middle-aged boy
This is your love insurance plan, from a man feeling this grand in your comppasion, here I stand in the   sand, as your ocean waves, amaze, got me in a daze as I gaze into your Haze, brown crystal balls of  
With the autumn winds I sway As the sun shines down upon me. A cloudless sky of grey Above and all around me. And the towering trees
Eyes once open now closedLips once the color of a rose.Resting in a bed of silkNo more feeling any guilt.Skin of porcelainEyes like glassNo sound other then the windWhispering through the grass.
People said it would get easier . But its been 7 years now , since it happend .And honestly it seems to get harder each time . How could i been so slefish and stupid .
Take me out to play Take me out to write Do not delay I am in the lime light My words dripped down In my genes it does rain I am a writer in this town Words I have slain
  The translucent words I write dance across the page. As my heart pours out jumbled words my head seems to get it straight. Logically clustering emotions into lines that reflect my wounds
  As your hands dance across it Noise comes out Timing is all it takes For a wonderful sound   Your hands guide you To where you need to move next
  When the world is spinning A bit too fast And as much as you try Your heart’s path comes last And you remember the days Of trying so hard to try To follow those dreams
When will the world change? When its too late and we"re all outside of the gate. We're so easy to judge so easy to fight instead of trying to change a wrong to a right.Theres people living in riches while others are living under bridges.
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
What did I do to offend you?   I didn’t mean any harm What did I do?   I meant it as a joke. What did I do?   You get mad at the slightest things. What did I do?  
 “A Lifetime of Pain”   I remember it was raining.  
The thrill; haunting my dreams Pink is glistening before us Luminescent dots of yellow, Flicker in and out of sight. The meadows are knives and feathers All at the same time; Feet blackened as asphalt
I feel my soul running free with the windChill down my spineGoosebumps on my skinI am free, feeling alive as if everything I lived for was never a lieSo I cry feeling no doubt about to flyFly sky high
This is a letter to a friend.Who thinks no one is there.In times of need, in times of grieve.When suicide feels like the only answer,spreading like a cancer,through the mind, the soul.
my passions and dreams are what leads me today, it's my dear mother that makes me stay. her nagging and doubts pains me to keep, but my heart burns a fire that comes in deep. my passion to dance and sing and act,
In a world where dark dreams befall The angels cry behind the castle walls His highness, he sits, lost on his throne The queen has fallen, he sits alone He holds her heart in his cold hands
In life we seek to find the truth No matter of the age, old or youth The Universe stands still in harmony Good and Bad in matrimony The sun does not set and moon does not rise
We want to change the world.  We sang it together in crowded basements.  Declared it so loudly that the world may be forced to hear us.  But they didn't. 
Family is always supposed to be there for you . Whether your mood is happy, sad, or mad. Family should never forsake you. Should never leave you feeling lonely. When time gets rough, we have to stick together. No one should be left behind.
The ground was cold beneathe my feet. The wind solemnly danced across my face I was not home. Where was this place. The soil ran deep between my toes.I could smell the dampness rushing through my nose. My eye lids drew heavy. And breath was oppres
Deleted talent you should not have wentIn my heart that beats there are a few dentsThe dark will be there forever moreAnd my pillow will forever be the cureEyes are heavy and the body is weak
The TV told me I was inadequate, So I am. My phone told me to share my thoughts, So I did. My computer told me to stay inside, So here I sit. My music told me that rebelling was fun, So I tried.
To have a big brother like you means the world to me. I don’t know what I would do If you ever left me or decided to see through.
Time has elapsed leaving me with flashbacks Five years ago I was on the right track They said I was doing great/ The jury made a mistake/ He walked free from cuffs/ No longer myself life's rough/ Worst part he will touch again/ Not only me and my
Why did God give man a voice...                                           if no one would listen. Literally Im screaming..                     SCREAMING!. yet you call me soft spoken.
The end of a gun ends sadness Happiness brings sorrow Lift up the broken pieces of your soul No one else will bring you ttogether Knowing I'm the only one, leaves me tearing in the corner of my dark mind
  There it was, flowing in the shadows Gazing at me, provoking my empty soul. It then hid behind my heart, defensive and scared.   I chased it through my nerves, causing deep emotions throughout my body.
You know what they say a tiny ripple can change the day.   When scary moments pass we know the sun will rise.   You can always see it the slow change.   From perfectly fine
I write in this old composition notebook... pouring heart and mind into the pages Letting the pen do the talking that I can't bring myself to say Freeing the spirits trapped inside me, weighing me down
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
Oh, the day, the day today  Let my worries wash away Let us write about another day Without the stress of yesterday
Standing on the edge Looking down into the swirling abyss below That could be my watery grave Just a quick step forward And it would all be over Leaning forward Thoughts flooding in
    I  just want  to learn to open my mind And absorb whats inside  so tonight  I lie With a deep thriving drive To explore and expand what 's mines Before the cage bird dies
I never thought much of my poems The silly little things I would scribble in my notebook during class While my Calc teacher would give me numbers to ponder My mind would always stray to words
LIFE is a canvas your CHOICES are your paintbrushes your EXPERIENCES are your brushstrokes your parents and mentors give you tools and society pencils in guidelines
Breathe and remember that we are here for a reasonMaybe the scars show that we have been through hardships in lifeBut in a while, you'll see that you are here for a reason. 
  I heard my worth in your words I saw my value in your acts Melodies that cannot be unheard Sights taken as fact   Unheard tears  Echoed by whispered prayers
The beauty held captive in words entangles my soul and regards the hurt found lost in the emptiness of my heart.  
So God made the birds and the bees He made these trees He made you and me. Not for all of us the destroy and tear them down. We say we're big and bad, walking around like we own the place.
My dearest loved one, once seized the stars-  the sun, the moon, venus and mars.  My darling, so divinely, he seemed to hold them all  but he thought his hands were empty.  
The sand maneuvers its way between my toes as if that is the place it was always meant to be/ it sticks there and stays in that place for days until hands force the tiny grains to leave/ scrubbing my feet to be sure that every last grain is gone/
  Momma said "boy be a doctor to take care of my problems when I'm old."
 Momma said "boy be a lawyer to take care of the problems of the Unrepresented and the poor"

What Lies Ahead   I haven’t written a poem in awhile It’s as if my thoughts were put in a file. A tale is given to show,
Forget the world and the ghetto  too. When I wake up I get ready to lace up my shoes. Walking out the  front wondering if someone is going to shoot. Five weeks earlier my home-boy kirk was shot all over the news.
"Oh what I would do to die today," is a simple saying; A tongue twister for some, and a mind-bender for others.            Obituaries say it kindly,            Pianos play it softly,
Started out small, I did. Now i have grown Arms Into the sky Feet Into the ground From Mother, we came; Takes care of us, she does Small furry things
The child in mewith artistic abilityPeople around hertelling her that she cannot be.  Wanting to expressher feeling through wordsthe people tell herwake up from your dream
Every time I look around I see you and me Standing tall and proud This Country the land of the free and home of the brave Soldiers fight day and night, so we can be free Where else where you rather be
  What is black? The dripping loneliness Of ample emptiness When your emotions withdraw   What is white? The blinding heat Which scalds, scorches, and sears Through the vacancy
  The days pass and her eyes are heavy on her weary mind. She wonders if this is what it's like to feel alone, to be alone. She sits frozen in a fast paced hell. And while she cries her black tears, she sings.  
Please don't fret my child You are never alone Please forget the bad times  That made you cry and groan   A better day is coming Just keep your head up high  Let postive vibes start running
How I long to catch her words igneous sands and wind tunes yellow to blue                                    tunes blue to mellow tunes in notes and ideas
In hindsight, it makes sense that you chose the coldest day of December. You always said that the sun's heat wouldn't fix the cold you felt. What I don't understand is why you chose this day, of all days, and
There is this Darkness that loves to entrap me every single night... No sleep. I feel nocturnal. It always starts off when i lay down in my bed.
I know that I was hanging from a cliff you pushed me overand then all of a sudden felt safe looking up at you and while I thought you had grabbed me to save me,I soon found,I was the one who had grabbed your ankles,
-I live a new life now, its with Christ now, no matter how my background went down, my intent now is to live alright now, the wrongs that i write down, insight to fight the wrong so they live right now, im talking right now, im talking bout the ki
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Sometimes, things are bad for me, age has nothing to do emotions are real, very real. strong enough to guide me to the bathroom where I sit contemplating the very nerve of my exsistance. I don't need to live.
(poems go here) I write to inform you as the world comforms you they flaunt the flashy cars and diamond rings but they dont tell you what they do to get these things used to sell the American Dream
  I remember when we were just kids, Tiny little things with heads full of dreams. Late nights you’d climb through the plastic shelf that Separated our beds, and it felt like something magic.
The waves of the ocean; Overwhelming emotions Push me under the surface And bury me in the water.   But suddenly a switch turns on. Maybe it's not so hopeless after all. Pour those emotion waves
The hood will be the death of you. teens trying to be top man on the block but not trying to be to man of the class. See I'm really trying to do good and get an education, but all these gun shots and drugs are disrupting my concentration .
Dissipate my yellowed face, Flood the scathing valleys underneath, Take away this scab. Can you scrub promise into this skin? With my eyes sealed, I’ve decided to inhale spring water.
No matter how far I would chase you I would never catch your soul Stuck so deep I would have cried, realizing no hope    It's like catching fireflies  Especially on lightless nights 
Who can understand the way you feel? Nobody can. as you write it all, everything seems more clear. the phrases, the words, the sounds, the tone. Can you hear me talk? you don't even know me.
How would you feel if you were a God? A being that controls every aspect of a universe. That is what writing is to me. You create something new, something that exists only in the dimension that is your mind.
  You sicken me that time in my past, when you played with me like I was a puppet a show for all of hell
Our situation is an oddity, But honestly, it's got to be. He promised me To the Nth degree He fell for me.   And I ran with that. Matter-o-fact I take it back I captured that
I guess you could say, "I write, therefore I am." I eat to feel nourished I speak to be heard I listen to know the truth   But in writing I am changed I feel free I feel like me
Hush this innocent sleeping voice, as mother rocks u to the sweet and calming timber of her song. A teddy bear sleeping in a corner will dance the light in the room, give u a plump little kiss.
Don't do it because I need to Don't do it because I suppose to I do it because I want to Writing is a passion; No type of skill; No type of fashion Its a style; A style to speak truth A reality check for some of our youth It drives us kind of craz
A jumble of confusion, dreams, and people. Thrown into my world as I repeatingly starve for words.   I toss these words bleached with emotion into heavy waters.  
I'm holding on.I'm never letting go.Cause you're the one.Just to let you know.Don't forget me, hear?Thought you were here for me.I turned around and you're gone.Why disappear?
I leave the place I once called homeNo turning back, no scared thoughtsMy future uncertained, untoldMy quest, I know, is long and boldI walk on what seems like forever
These scars here are r e a l. Seems as though I -  Love -  You ,                      does'nt quite appeal. But this is how I f e e l. Like I could capture the whole world-right before your eyes.
A man sits at a pub with the keys to his car, Drinking and drinking he’s going too far. He looks at the clock and it’s time to go home, He knows that he’s drunk but he came here alone.
Be still young boy what have you there; abundant joy and notes so fair Endowed with talents forevermore--a Hitchhiker's Guide to the musical shore Alas he sat and looked at the stand, placed out his arms, and moved his hands Strumming and plucking
Around meI hear the beats and the soundsThe clock turns to 3 in the afternoonI grab my top hatTwirl it aroundput it onShow you what I'm all aboutlike a hurricaneI get through it all
Should I be sad or feel sorry  For the lonely house wife whose husband is six feet under Even though it wasn't my fault I didn't give him the pain or neediness
Writing is about the fluidity you have as a writer, as a storyteller. You have to pick and choose the words you use. Craft them to your will. Make them paint a picture.    Poetry is a very pure form of 
Don't write to impress, write to understand. Write by what you feel, not by what you want others to think when it's placed in their hand. Your heart, your soul, you being should be your words in writing,
I am a female A second-class citizen, because Everyone around me tells me so I am nice to look at But not so nice that You let me stay the night But nice enough  
I write because my hand knows what my mouth doesn't I write because the paper can hold more than what I tell others I write because it's easier to reminisce  I write because it is a release
She lies awake at night The ceiling her best friend Her thoughts race in fright At no point do they end She's never sure about what she sees Always wondering if her head is playing tricks
We all do it for a reason, This little thing people call writing, Some for buisness, Others for social, Some just want to be recognized, Others just want money, But we all have our reasons,
I was introduced to poetry at a young age it seemed to soothe me when I was in a rage it helped me get through those tough days it helps me explain rather than sorrow in pain
Happiness is not bought it's created It's not about the materialistic things It's about the smiles, the laughs, and the moments spent together When I'm with you everything is ok
The dagger thatyou jolted into my heart is not going to be stuck inside your ice cold soul Every last drop of love left rains down with the blood dripping from the wound
Im running as fast as I can away from that path with the fork at the end of the road I've been down this road before Last time it left me hurting and picking up  the pieces shattered among the floor
Why do I write?It is really simplePoetry is my lightIn this dark world we call existence Hardships plague me everydayIt's so hard to bearBut when I writeIt all goes away
The world we live in today is like a big game of follow the leader Everyone wants to portray the things that they seeon T.V. Me?  Well I just want to be me Just because the rapper in the video has money an cars
They're are days when its raining. They're are days when its bright and sunny. They're are days when I feel down. They're are days when I feel happy. During those times, im always walking with no one by my side.
What poetry means to me? That’s what you ask? Tis a question I can’t answer so fast To respond, my thoughts have to go way back It starts in 7th grade, a time and place I felt misunderstood
Poetry My escape from the rest of the world, the action that leads my imagination far and beyond, my escape from the world, writing poetry, when under stress, pressure, and just bad moments in life,
Poetry is an outlet. An escape from reality. Poetry is community. A form of sharing emotional connection with others. Poetry is life. A seperate world inside you're mind.
  Poetry is an escape A world with no bounds It breaks the contorting chains of this oppressive world It overcomes humanity and undercuts the fascists in this authoritarian society Poetry bleeds our passions
  Eyes like diamonds A smile worth seeing A face of angel She stands there before me glowing and gleaming She talks
Some poets write in waves Gushing thrushing pushing pulling Some poets write in a steady flow Every word weighted, pressing ahead   Still others dig canals Line their words with the concrete
The darkness around can't get any darker   and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder  
I am a new song I'm different and I don't care People may like me Or they may not But either way I'm going to shine Again and again I'll show myself Until you press stop My words are important-
  I bypass clichés and utilize trite statements sing out verbs and describe adjectives  this is my method amidst the madness with a world of everything I refuse to feel like nothing
You meet and it's awkward and you don't think it will last, Then all of the sudden spending time with them turns into a blast. You go to the mall and watch movies, And share your dance moves you think are "groovy."
To me poetry is the echoes of a dark cave. You stand in the dark and tell it all your secrets Some words double back others come back distorted and unrecognizable A few come back as music never to be forgotten
In my vivid imagination I see nothing left but black, The colors and bright lights I saw have faded out at last Like every heart broken girl, I've lost what I had loved,
Though my skin is white, I still have to fight. For education, equality, acceptance. I promise I'm bright. Actually, I'm Hispanic, but you couldn't tell by my skin. Call myself hispanic, and it's considered a sin.
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 
Life is but a bitter wine That seeks perpetually for our living mine And when in sorrow deep we sleep The wine is happy for we've paid our fine.
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?
What am Iwithout poetry?~~~~A leafbeen loosedfrom it's branch?Flowing freelyand never ableto return home.~~~~A riverclogged upby a dam?Struggling hard
You say "we are all equal" That this is home of the free Yet you judge by my color not knowing what you see. I could be red,purple,gold,or silver But you look at me like I'm a stone figure
In my years of experience I never thought I'd cherish the light that rises in that wonderful horizon by the ocean. It calls out as if a new challenge was created simply for me. And I think of the secrets that will remain until the dawn of time.
I'm scared of what's out there. Friends are not friends, but people who pass by your life; they open up to you with different reasons and in the end, they leave you confused on what it all really meant.
I want to be remembered. Not just another soul that lingered in this earth, no. I want to be embraced, to be as a model for others, to be mourned for, to be something of my own, to encourage, to be honored.
What does it mean to be happy?Is happiness defined by the smile on your face? Is happiness defined by how many times you laugh throughout the day?What does it mean to be happy? Is it the feeling of joy that overcomes you?
God says do not covet, but how? How do I tame my jealous eyes from wanting what I don't have? Contentment is never within my grasp. Some days I see it the beauty others claim is there
When I was in the first grade,   I learned how to spell   I got 2nd place in the class spelling bee   Everyone thought I did really well     When I was in the 2nd grade,  
Poetry, defines me, Literary work in which special intensity, Is given to the expression of feelings and ideaology, Who knew the Poets Me, Poetry, defines me, A way to see clearly,
It seems like yesterday you were here to stay And now you up and went away No time to put my heart away So it took the full break Shook me like the hatti quake, told me to beat it like a Ao8
A voice that echoes infinitely  A few words to conquer the worlds emotional conundrum An image to paint without movement A story to tell with no words spoken Ad infinitum of possibilities 
I'm hungry. But who really cares, because these leggings don't fit. My head hurts. And you can't take pills on an empty stomach. The world feels fuzzy. I wish I had the power
Poetry is the new way of life And culture is now the virtue It speaks for those who cannot speak Hypothetically But typically It targets the ones who perfom to a specific beat. Poetry is love
I'm giving you my heart.  But please don't break it.  It's already cracked.  But I've duck taped it.  I've built up walls.  But you've tore them down.  You went looking.
Choices shape the youth. It might be the choice to not drink and drive,  and to see your best friend of 12 years dead in the seat next to you. It might be the choice not to try a drug, and disappoint your parents. 
Together we are two peas in a pod.  How I have you?
Poetry. Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message. Myself. Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today. Poetry, a new found love.
(poems go here)Poetry. Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message. Myself. Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today. Poetry, a new found love.
Poetry. Words and phrases that are manipulated to create a message. Myself. Life and adversity manipulated me, thus creating the being I am today. Poetry, a new found love.
In a concertthere is a moment whenthe words on your lipsare exactly the sameas those of everyone in the room. When your heart is beating in cohesion to the deep bass the band plays-
It was a push to the mind of a younger me. The teachers ignited that spark and it grew, vastly and abundantly, pouring onto pages with pieces of myself. They always told me I could go anywhere.
I was lost But now I am found I was weak But now I am strong I never knew who "me" was Until I found "me" written all over my notebooks Written all over me.
The reason I do things is just because. The reason the ink stains are on my cover are because... Some things just cant be explained. Yet my poems can. I write because it's what loves me.
Poetry is a gatewayThe cliché strikes againBut why is a break in a wall what poetry has becomeHumans are not wallsWe are living, breathing soulsWith the ability for loveFor heartbreakAnd for repair
My heart skips every time I see you. My pulse races when you’re in my presence. I feel like my love for you is so true. I think of you even in your absence.  
Tears stained the faces of the mourning as God cast a silent rain that dreadful day. Shoulders fell heavily under the weight of Death’s hand
I write poetry.  Poetry is emotion. Poetry is honest. Poetry is simple. A place i can be myself.   I write poetry to be free. To express myself in ways talking can't.
She would make sure I did my homework before I do anything else. She would help me my math homework because she knows that’s my worst subject. She would call me just to check up if I’m finished.
"Happy birthday," I whisper,  Even though I know  You can't answer, but you're smiling  Down on me Everyday. 
E’erlasting Winter in Heaven subsides, When Fated birds a Chapter newly sing. A tune of Beauty which rare Hope provides, and might from Cloth of Time a Springtime wring.  
My mother tells me she used to believe in  abortion. Said her body wasn't ready to  cradle stretch marks that would tuck into her. She is addicted to alignment. Thinks the arcs  
The struggle to grasp life when the timid grey never seams to be too far away. You look at your life and see an abyss. Helplessly waiting for your demise.  The materials you gained mean nothing while on your death bed.
Do you love me? How do I know you're not lying? Do you trust me? Will you take a bullet to the heart? Do you need proof? To show how much you care? To show how much you love?
I write in order to express my Secrets my flaws in another way that would burn ears, to show my lies which stand behind my eyes ready to be reveales, infront of those who choose not to recognize what their heart desires, and how love a forgotten l
I write to express, I've never truly cared about impression. I write to not dissappoint, Too many have already invested in my personal success and, I owe it to them to at least try to do unlike the rest,
My first love was never a boy or girl or person stuck in between, It was never, mom or dad, brother or sister, Learning companionship through other humans.  
Why do i write? To let people know the pain that swirls in my heart Because my enemies  like to be mean, the reason for my pain, my start Why do i write? Because no one ever hears my voice in a crowded space
On a day where the leaves fall flawlessly through the hot spots in the sky floating to find a soul to be crumbled and crunched by  On a day where your eyes sparkle more then the stars at night seraching for a touch of love to bring your dark heart
I said it a millions of time cried my heart out believing one day will be that day however I had an shot of reality like no other and for that I can say this was the clearest sign to move on with life itself .
the thoughts behind love, the thoughts, the meaning for love makes you want to go crazy and wild for, your heart chasing while your mind just being wasted, wasted off of your heart consisting pacing, your heart never stop chasing off of the though
Ever had a night terror that festers your mind, captivates your thoughts and completely blows your mind?  I write to relinquish these dreams.  As a slave to suffering, pain and sorrow, I write to forget, until tomorrow. 
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
As this sea tosses restless, the same does my soul.Where is my Salvation? What can make me whole?These questions left unanswered as the water engulfs all.And while I beg for mercy, what will stop my fall?
I’ve tasted the mother-load of honey, and now I see – that the vision you have of me, Is far different than the one I envisioned of me.
Poetry is a most wonderful way to express   the thoughts that build inside of me.  I need to get them off my chest!   The release of all my feelings will surely flow   in beautiful melodious words.
(I'm sitting here listening to Boys II Men "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye" and I can't do anything but reminisce about you. I remember those days like they were yesterday. I remember the first thing you said to me..."Aye Girl!
i hear your laugh dailyi picture your smile ofteni contemplate about the night they took my friendtrying to block it out but it plays again
  As a young child I held in a lot of anger, Negativity, rage, unlocked power. Such an opinionated mind never exposed, Due to my shy need to keep my mouth closed.   “The words never come out right!”
God is loving, God is good, God has peace in my neighborhood. God is merciful, God is Kind, God is yours but he is also mine. God is Compassionate,God is faithful and thats why you should be oh so grateful.
Poetry is pointless.  I mean, if I can get my point across frankly and succinctly, why bother with form and rhythm. Time is scarce.    That used to be my view.  That was before I met you.   
Im played like games adolescents love to win. Victory! You won my heart although cheat codes and guide books helped you through. You became a strategist at the war of my soul.
Poetry is my everything, It is the air I breath, It is the blood that flows through my viens, Without it, My heart wont beat, My brain would over heat, It keeps my stable,
Let me tell you about an unrequited love in me It is everything but quiet     it is demanding and begs for my time, day and night Sometimes we are sleepless, dancing in between sheets of
The eyes, the lips, the tip of the tongue. The eyes, the lips, the tip of the tongue. I am the muscle of truth, the reason, two realities colide, like thunder clouds to create worlds of sound.
To express a mind, a mind unspoken, in words and thoughts combined as poems. To realize, to understand as I write in emotions,  To show words have meaning to the soul it's devotion,
 The world, population and pollutionwill increase exponentially.Only those who love the nation,passionately will figure it out a way to organize our society, without a single alteration to our nature.We, the engineers, scientists, teachers,student
Fair Maiden Alone How long must she travel On the path crooked and narrow All of which the suitors crossed None have shown the dear maiden Worthiness of her heart
It was not so It could not be, it never could last Foolish was the girl To this she could love or be loved
Fair Maiden, Could This Be “I come from a battle,” He started “It is far from this land I fought valiantly but it was in vane For I had lost, I had to give my love to the victor
Fair Maiden with The Knight Far in the distance A shadow emerges from the trees A man unlike the others she has seen He wears no colors upon his back He does not carry pens or scrolls
Fair Maiden with The Jester As she walked down the steps Her head dizzy with confusion from the scholar His science left her shaken with despair The maiden walked many miles to the town square
Fair Maiden with The Scholar In the castle, built of brick and stone A scholar of science lives and works He has never ventured beyond the walls He would rather not He says that it holds no sound truth
Fair Maiden A maiden of the people Lady of the light in the darkness She gives her compassion To the townsfolk she cares for dearly They repay with gratitude to her For kindness is rare among them
Darkness, Black. That’s all I can see. Pain, Cold. That’s all I can feel. Am I living? I must be for the dead do not think. They do not feel. No, I am alive.
        Tired Always, Constantly Never Endingly Tired   Lying awake Tossing and turning Head dropping lower and lower in class
Poetry is the water that keeps us alive that nurtures and ecourages us To say what need to say And to see the beauty in world that we are blessed to live in But not all beauty is the same
The Words drip. . . onto the page like Candle Wax effortlessly flowing from an endlessly burning wick. The flame of a soul too full to keep all inside and so it drips. drips. drips. . .
Resting in a jarA single flower, pure and untouched. Corruption sings to you like a nightingale just waiting to be heard. When I saw your reflection in what I wished to be,
A quiet child with nothing to say As Mommy and Daddy were going in separate ways. Caught in between with her big sister. A child a little too young to have a stony heart.
Her rays dance to warm the Earth, swerving and dodging in and out playing hide and seek with the clouds. Her eyes scan the room, bobbing and weaving playing peek-a-boo with the crowds.
A light shining bright  Surrounded by shades of night, A candle battles against the wind, Flickering, but never out and warm within   Poetry is the voice of the silent,
Day was fading. Patterns of clay terracotta and stone merged with a mud-laced Arno. They say   Dante's grave should rest in this place engraved in the marble of a church among frozen faces  
It is in that moment you know what you want The moment you: Flip a coin and hope it lands where you desire Make a wish and blow out the candles on your cake Those moments you don't realize what you want
Stab my heart till I can't breath.  
In my mind u stay
When I was younger, I recieved a guitar for christmas. It sat in my room for a while collectig dust.  One day I felt inclined to pick it and strum those particles away. 
"You're a poet and you didn't know it"  I guess that's how it always starts    I used to rhyme for fun inside my head Tying my thoughts, prisoners, 'round my tongue  Wishing for song but living life unsung. 
She was a pale skinned dark haired Shorty from the ghetto Latina princess who listened to death metal With black tee skinny jeans always on her headphones Walked all alone whenever she would head home
What happens when he's so close but so far away and you can't do anything but  Stare. And hope. And try to find the words that never Were, Have been, or Will be  in your grasp.
Beads of sweat Running down  My forehead I cant think straight  Im face to face To my biggest fear    The one fear  I pray to god  I wouldnt come up against 
Walking through life, Dealing with people with up-turned noses, With their pants too low, With their attitudes hanging lower than their earrings, and their riches hanging from their finger tips.
I didn't mean to notice you, but I did. When I tripped over my introduction, When my hand grazed yours, Or when I stared down into your ever changing iris. I didn't mean to, but I did.
The worst feeling in the the world Is feeling like you're being forgotten, Like you're love is not enough, Like you're not needed. But worst than that Is feeling like there's nothing you can do to change it.
Seasons come and go Sceneries change over time Nothing stays the same A change in time, a change in place A change in jobs, a change in pace Change your style or change your friends
This is a peom it took me about 2 hours and I got all the ideas from about 40 rock songs and mixed them all together.   Part One   Why Give up? Why give in? Its not enough. Never is,
Poetry is a river that calms the soul. Poetry is rhyme told and told. It moves me when I am down, to places upon higher grounds. "Poetry" the name, even has a soothing sound, like a river, it calms me down.
He told me he loved me He said I was the one Before I knew it, he was done He got a new girl in a blink if an eye And I died a little inside I tried not to cry when he told me the news 
I need a smile on my face, a shot to chase was wearing a crown, but now its fallen down a bad choice for one day, changed my life forever and always. Yes it took two, but it only takes one to be smart
Poetry is no hobby.It is no leisure; no pastime.For these would implythat the choice was mineto thread with such absurd carethese words which are laidupon my metered heart.
You're brittle and straining Transparent and weak. A ghost of a smile Fading before your poisoned eyes, A skeleton locked in a treasure cove. You live amongst valleys and ridges and mountains.
... they say love heals all wounds..i say it hurts .. i've seen proof that it works..  they say love is blind... but i see it all the time.. no need to wonder she says love has made us stronger.. the more we love  the more we hurt ...
Death holds a set of keys One each for you and me Locked within this earthly basket The keys unlock the casket Leading to a hallowed destination Each soul has a constellation As the freed souls call
My American Dream Mexican ways, American days, good ol’ Sundays Homies dying, mothers crying, were neglecting their prays,
I write, Because my hands are spider webs of words That need to be weaved on paper Like an artists’ paint Needs to be swirled around the canvas. I write because someone Out there Needs to know
Listen dear and you will know my inner thoughts and feelings Listen dear and you will know I am slowly healing   Ears are important, they let the mind hear But hearing is not listening, that’s quite different, dear
I got caught in a thunderstorm and thought about the way our bodies move through the sky and fall to the earth just like that.  
"Sam, call 911." my brother, 8 at the time, looks up at our dad. Sam's face is clouded with fear and confusion. "Right now Sam, call 911"
Shut the door Turn off the light Close the blinds It's an artificial night.   Shut out the light, The blinding white Give me the dark I want an artificial night.  
I am from the tribe. From the ancestors and animals. My skin betraying the darkness it should be.  I am from the native,  yet I am also from the irish man.  I am from the mix.   
To Flirt, Lust And To Bliss Can Start with One Exotic kiss A Jump Start To A Love Of Forever Charges Your Heart To Power Up Together Holding Hands And Never Letting Go
Its a rainy day i cant look away he walks so swift almost as if he is God's sent gift please say hi or just a glimpse of an eye Here is to you Cling! I cant believe this is true.
Staining fingertips Pressing two lips Sliding Pyrex sheets Irreversable hitch Found the niche Molten reactions peak Removable latex Our endergonic product Can't remove you.
As a young boy when I first got a glimpse of thee I felt as if I had an epiphany. You gleamed and shined As if you were of something divine. I spent much time with thee-
Why I write A question only few can answer I write to be free I write to express I write to unleash Not just words on a paper But a story to be told Why I write Simply because I'm me
Loving myself for me and not you My beauty comes from inside to work its way out,the great brown eys I use to look deep.
It's like a choke-hold the second you get home. I can't name names, but from context clues you can figure it out. A bi-polar, obsessive compulsive. Louder and louder, punching holes in your heart.
We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world We just had to keep walking And we became the stories, we became the places We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds We were you before you even existed
Your body is a masterpiece You were built with skills to master any obstacle Those mountainous bulking muscles That you made on your own while training Running jumping dancing lifting
When words become too hard to speak for others to hear, to understand, I write my thoughts into a book to lessen the weight that drives my hand I write in that book which no one sees to comprehend and to record
Upon my junior year, then was my life first moved by words which taught there's more to hear within than I had ever known. So clear had they become that I could feel the strife
I sit here watching the glorification of sex, the women who writhe and wriggle and smile all in the attempt to get you to buy. Would they still find her appealing if they knew what her father did?
From a seed it blossumed With water it grew Beauty it became Feeling the sun rays Wanting it more And more
A poem for the lack of self assurance A poem for the girl who doesn’t always have it together A poem for the hard times, filled with words we all need to hear A form of expression for the girl with the quiet voice.
You ask me why I write. Well, I don’t have a complex answer. I never experienced any real trauma or disaster That inspires me to put it on paper. Or type it out in Microsoft Word, whichever I prefer
A pen to paper. That's all it takes for the words to flow. That pen, as it hits the paper, brings a sigh of relief.
They have carried the mahogany chair and the cane rocker. They have hefted the massive oak china cabinet. They have gently moved the tall antique upright piano. They have carefully folded the clothes and put them in boxes.
I walk the path with eyes cast down the ground Outside I stand but the air waits in lull Seeking all stones until you have been found Yet the passing of time exposed the dull
I was walking down a Dark alley, when I saw two Masked figures kicking the Shit out of an old man They took his wallet But nothing more And stabbed him in both sides
Cut in two, ripped apart How could you-break my heart? Your love was firm, your love was rare But now I squirm, and I despair How did I change? Please tell me how I find it strange, but I’ll allow
A toast for the scumbag Three cheers for the jerk. Hip-hip for the asshole With his signature smirk. He struts down the alley With his head held so high He’s better than you So don’t even try.
I sit, And bit, The tip, Of my pen, I feel rushed, Its exciting, here it comes again, I think, And link, The sync, Of my words, I feel the rhythm, Its melodic, It has to be heard, I write, And cite, The fight, Of my mind, I feel empowered its clev
Alone, sheltered, shut in My days grew long and tired Until solace found in brand new worlds And freedom When I write the words take shape They sprout from me like wings I discover new ways to travel
Your thoughts should not be clouded, nor you be blind to their flaws; you should be at your most rational when considering them and it is those flaws that were already considered
There is nothing I can give you. No poems to read you have not read, no books, no songs to listen to and think of me that you have not already heard. There is no offering of peace or stability,
(poems go here) Why do I write? My writing is who I am, who I was and who I am to be. All of my writing no matter what it reflects, Reveals a real, true and inner piece of me. People know my name, not my story,
I can describe a world with dictionary, which encompass an island of words that are very far away yet so real as they appear, On the paper I see in front.
You can’t make people be the composition notebooks or fast food napkins for you to ink with your tribulations, triumphs, and tittering.
We were young, We were having fun, Outside under the sun. My first time watching you, But I didn't really go through.
My voice is little but wants to be loud It screams from the stage but expects to be drowned. The sea is too massive for my voice to sail. My voice sighs when it’s yearning to wail.
Rhythm, beat, meter, rules. Why are poems dictated by schools? If it is my expression, why am I graded? It is, as if, my mind was raided.
death comes quick and takes your parents up into the light above the mobil hanging over your crib when you were small and they just sit there and glow forever.
I hear your voice Like I wisp of air Indeed this wasn’t my choice Painful feelings I’ve learned to bare
There comes a day There comes a moment When nothing is the same anymore You didn't see it come or go ~ You find a road You find a door Paths you weren't expecting
Why I write when, how, what, and to whom do I write To write what some may consider wrong or right I live to write day and night to lift my spirits and feel alright
I was just thinking... How much I missed How down it gets me How I wanted to catch up It's hard to communicate I talked to God Just to say thanks And wish I had more to offer
What whisper though the field lily and lilac hush twixt Spring and Summer am I to listen to? And will it hear me too?
C.R.I.E.S. 6/16/12 Cradle my heart carefully, inside your welcoming hands, Read my lips of silence, like nobody else can. Illuminate the darkness of my dreary thoughts,
Daddy daddy,here no more. And life is now knocking at the door. Mommys love can only solve so much,When daddy's not around and not in touch.
The mountain of my forever keeps piling up The tired lines of sweetheart I’m sorry has expired And the love I have for you still lives? Something’s wrong, no this can’t be right
Sharp painful when I get an earful of your words soft warm comfort from your storm with my words truth lies my, how time flies by these words
they are everywhere i see them, do they see me? they walk the streets, feel the beats, and follow him. who is he and why him not me. i see them do they see me i follow without knowing
Bursting at the seams with soul Limitless, feverish in its cage The carnal, vigorous life untold Impossible to assuage.
There she is. The most perfect girl in the world. She’s so elegant when she walks. Everything she does is so graceful and empowering.
I woke up with you on my mind, the same way I went to sleep. I prayed for your happiness and welfare before my own soul to keep. I've been hurt and dragged and bludgeoned to death by the bombardment of my own heart.
My energy is real For it is all that I can feel And The desire to attract the perfect words Fills the gaps that may lack The ability to B r e a t h e …Deep within me…
My energy is real For it is all that I can feel And The desire to attract the perfect words Fills the gaps that may lack The ability to B r e a t h e …Deep within me…
Why I Write: I write because words can’t be unwritten. I write because behind the words I write I see a picture, a world; the world from which they came.
A place to fall apart, Poetry allows for self-expression. A prayer for a mended heart, Poetry can save someone from depression. A person to rely on, Poetry is a best friend.
I write for recognition, Then throw anonymous behind it. I write for expression, Then edit the words that I really mean. I write to stop thinking, Then mumble about word choice. I write to feel better,
To write down a word gives me such a rush and when read aloud makes the audience hush I write for pleasure for the release of my pain what I write is treasure under my own name
Our simple goodbyes were the wind Swirling around our clasped hands, Around your closed eyes, your chapped lips, Your balding head. It lingers in the room Until you can add to it no more.
Words are art Art is meaning Cold and gloomy outside doesn't matter when you have words at your finger tips The expression of a lifetime filled in just a few stanzas
Hope thins in the rain, I see the reflection of pain in puddles. Drenched in hate of what I see as a day-by-day struggle. I walk through the dark clouds as the rain continues to pour,
Roses are red And violets are blue Dammit though, I ain’t got a clue why I sit here in class And I listen to Teach as my hand keeps itching And my mind keeps reach- Ing for words
I Write I write to feel. I write to know. I write because I have somewhere to go. I write because I have something to say. I write to make my demons go away. I write to know that I am alive.
Don't give up. On life. On us. On me. Don't leave when you want to stay. Don't pretend to be okay. Don't stop loving me. Don't let go of me. Ever. Don't stop believing.
I have always had a love for singing And no I do not sing because I can sing Because honestly I cannot.. Yet I sing anyways Because deep down inside of me There is a part of me that comes alive when I sing
I write to slay the monsters Or the monster of a blank page. I write to keep the fear away To kill the loneliness, time, boredom. I write to free my soul, to pour my heart out
Sometimes people ask why I write' Well, through ink i can give sight Sight to what lives inside my mind They can see intentions true and kind The pen becomes my voice Its as if i have no choice
Fingers shaking, Lips quivering, Pulse racing, Feet tapping, Thoughts pounding: begging to be set free. But I don’t know how. How do I let such thoughts, such ideas, that I have stuck in my head out?
My thoughts The things in my head In my mind and soul Coming together as one Thoughts
I write because nothing listens to me like a blank, white page. I write because nothing says what I have always need to say Like each curvature and smooth line of a candid black pen.
I was always confuse....lost....naïve.....dumb. I was always the girl to get it last. Looking back, I was blinded by love. I reached for the stars& hold onto the broken ones.
Standing there alone with no one I can speak to. Standing there alone, with nowhere to receive any advices. They think I'm strong as God and smart as Frankenstein, but whoa they are wrong.
Tick tock, Good morning, Today, a life will be lived and a life will be lost Today, a murder will happen and a child will be born
I twist my lips until all the truth comes out, But you grab my words and dump it all in the trash. You shake me up until your truth comes out, But they never fall because they are all lies.
Like June rain roses that bloom in the winter passion is the color red when our eyes met I held a small hope our minds would connect like circuits the lull of your voice an unbreakable trance
Poetry Is a way For someone To express themselves When they can't Speak, or are Afraid to encounter Whatever is outside Of their comfort.
If the sun with all is greatness and goldenness Never fail to show its riches to you. Every morning it comes through your window And until it turns on the light of your bright mind All its riches are just words,
My words are me immortalized, Each a piece of my sad mind, Through thick and thin these words ring true, Now listen to what I'm telling you, There will be times when things get rough and you feel like giving up,
my eyes are open but my heart is shut, lure me in with lies ill never follow my gut. this addiction is in my blood and enough is never enough.
“Why do I write?” A question, many times, I’ve asked myself But I could never find the words to explain So the Question went back on the shelf
It's like the rain that falls, The summer that calls. The wind in my hair, Caring about this the most. To do so is an honor, a privilege, a right. I write to breath, to live, to fight.
Life's a game of Tetris We just wanna fit We're apprehensive pieces Unwilling to quit Life’s a stupid game And I choose not to play I've done it too many times Like an old cliché
Psyched and love-struck by you Dilate, constrict Constrict, dilate My heart is just as excited as my thoughts Did I eat a love bug? Or was that the pig I roasted from under the rug?
Writing, my life Helps me concentrate, Helps me find my way. Writing stories, it’s what I do Fiction, non, horror, sci-fi It came easy. My escape. My own personal hell.
When I write, my world narrows The clouds could laugh at me But I’ll write ‘They seem lovely’ The sun will rise though it’ll stay night for me My clothes will build a fire and chant “TAKE HIS HEAD!”
As the time passes, I find myself searching for you, I can’t remember all the things that I used to, And now it seems you’re slowly fading away, All my memories have not stayed, And now I fear that I am forgetting you.
My love is fair, he is funny and true. Though he never knows quite what to do. We sit and talk, we laugh and cry, but one day we will both die. Life it seems, does not care. No life is not fair.
I don’t wanna write but I feel something burning within me More like a need to write but as my fingers prance around keyboard nothing comes to mind. I should let my fingers do what my mind cant figure to say but
In this life we have one mission To find purpose to belong What does it mean to belong to fit in to disappear I come to you with a proposition A sliver of hope in these dark times
Stay here in me The warm comfort of your soft soul Mold against my body, And here, is when I feel most whole, Your heart less than twelve inches away From my own heart You make me scared and vulnerable,
Textbooks are scattered on the floor. 3 a.m. I should get sleep. Sleep will clear the fogged mind. Luke warm coffee stains mugs and teeth. Money problems always linger in the distance.
Uncommon career path. More passion than anything else. Doubts and questions disappear when the pen meets the paper. Endless thoughts never ending ideas. Limitless passion.
Eye can't see the pain, this must mean it's non-existent. Eye can taste the fear of salty tears in the distance. Eye can hear my questions but am deaf to God's answers. Smoking seems to help but they say it causes cancer.
In my heart, is there a desire that may tear it apart? Is there love and hate, that may rise to a dreadful fate? Is there a soul, so dark from being cursed, that it blackens like coal?
(poems go here) Your song of love, so soft, so gentle I can feel it caress me. Your power, stronger than anticipated, you control me so effortlessly. With Mt. Olympus so high,
Country fair, sweet seventeen There you were, and everything Faded from my view except The boy who had me won
When I say I love you please believe it's true. When I say forever know I will never leave you. You are my heart, my sole, my everything and more. You still love me even after hearing my atrocious snore.
Seeping into my body, It flows. Running through my vanes, Straight to my heart, Making it beat harder, Faster.
she came to me in nothing but her insecurities hidden behind a robe of hurt and sorrow as I stood there in vain to one day understand her pain I told her new days come on tomorrows and the past is only memories
The summer made us children again. Afternoons at the beach gave us seafoam dreams to run barefoot after through the streets. You pressed seashells into my palm while I dripped wet sand castles down your legs.
A world too Big Constructed by Damnation, Egocentrism, and evil. Failure no longer frowned upon, Greatness no longer a character, Heros only existing in cartoons. Ignorance too abundant.
How I cherish your very voice, And every breath you take, For I cherish your rare beauty, And every difference you make, Curious about your decisions, I still respect you for who you are,
What is love? Is it a feeling that cut so deep? Or butterflies tickling your feet? Is it a mist? That fogs up you eyes? Or a heart that beat twice
It starts with the thought. The thought that randomly, yet frequently reoccurs. Damn thought. It slams its way into my head and holds on tight.
Brother. We were carried by the same vessel. Chariot of life, out of the dark and into the glow. You are my earliest memories. We were cradled by tall grasses and coral beds, war chants in a sunset clearing. We are marked with mud. I see you.
Trust me, nimble darling. The Sun and Moon eclipse on each of your wrists when you put your arms around my neck. I kiss each one, planting my lips on celestial bodies.
Your body is a box of matches all a-struck. Your arms and legs are firewood. You, my dear, are kindling. My lovely Joan Of Arc, my glowing effigy. You burn so bright and warm and true. You, my dear, are kindling.
There are men more clever than I. Thousands of handsome faces to steal you away. Confident Trojans, brooding, drunk musicians whose songs envelope you in swift, obvious seduction. Bullshit poets. Tale as old as time.
Lonely. Interesting word, horrible feeling You feel every syllable Especially the "low" Happens randomly Out of the blue you are struck Completely Alone. Can't sit in your room and hide
Today is the day I die No matter what I have done it will end. Knowing that my life has been a lie Let it be send, Knowing that I will find peace by infinite eyes, That show such cruelty and understanding.
El pasado lo nombraré serendipia. El futuro será destino. Fuiste parte de un accidente del tiempo. Nacimiento, coma, apareces. Antes del 1386 la palabra “cólera” no existía.
Mi carta de amor, Que maravilla mirar como caen tus palabras hasta llegar encima de mis mejillas. Como una cascada calmada me llegan a salpicar tus encantadas oraciones amorosas.
im glad it happened i guess i must have just prayed it that one day that two hearts would be separated all of the things that they would take for granted your hard work your dedication its yours
My heart will break My life will be shattered My world will be gone
Today, I ate a half an apple. Today, I stared at myself in the mirror, saw the jutting of my hips, the mountains of my shoulder blades, and the hills and valleys my ribs made. I saw With my own eyes My body
Jingle, Jingle I can hear the ice cream truck on its way Running as fast as I can to catch up to it Just to get a refreshing treat It seems like yesterday Seems like yesterday
Someone I can always trust Never gives up on me Wants the best for me Always gives me hugs when I’m sad One of my best friends Best friends have fights
Hot sun shining down Kids splashing water everywhere Sunglasses on everyone The smell of sunscreen in the air Whistle blowing at kids Sand is everywhere Sweat all over me Jumping in the pool
Hyped up on a Friday night Driving by the stadium Hearing the cheers Gold rush tailgating Joining them as they get excited Yelling the Neuqua fight song Running to the stands
Aloha Hello Hawaii Surfing and tanning Dolphins everywhere in the ocean Beach life for everyone Climbing Diamond Head Hike up to the top The best work out I’ll ever get
Cinderella’s castle in view Walking in and feeling so excited Disney characters everywhere Space Mountain is first We get into the car It jolts forward and we’re on our way Twisting and turning each way
I see the bright lights on the stage A nervous wave rushes through me I go through the dance in my head Fourteen years of dances Fourteen years of being on stage No feeling can compare to it
I remember the freshman building Being isolated from the rest of the school I remember the football games Our unbelievable season I remember my dance shows The adrenaline rush I get I remember my summers
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