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Write to let words seep out of your mind and into the world
to become more than a statistic a number another face in a bleary bus window
You dont have to shout loud to be heard
Put pen to paper
Send a message to those willing to listen
There are no constrictions no grammer checks
Only emotions and phrase that has been bent
To form this poem as crude as it be
Poems escape and address reality

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Drip, drip goes the rain. Making different sounds it time it splashes, crashes, on the sidewalks, car hoods, roofs and, anything else that gets in its way. When it’s slow you can’t hear it but as it speeds up, making its own music, and not like rap or rock but its own music. It’s a symphony without any music sheets, no conductor, no cue on when or what to hit. It does it at random. You can’t sing with it, maybe dance with the music it makes but in reality you are just dancing in it not to it. Along with the music it makes it also brings different smells. As I was walking by a tree earlier the smell was like at the ocean in the redwood forest. The smell welcomed you, not caring who you were, but giving you what it could offer the shelter music and smell. Rain it a wonderful but mysterious thing. But there is also a down side to it. There is a time to be happy and show your love for someone which is supposed to make it better, but it is also the perfect time for heart breaks, sadness. To me rain is known as the wonderful depression

Drip, drip goes the rain. Making different sounds it time it splashes, crashes, on the sidewalks, car hoods, roofs and, anything else that gets in its way. When it’s slow you can’t hear it but as it speeds up, making its own music, and not like rap or rock but its own music. It’s a symphony without any music sheets, no conductor, no cue on when or what to hit. It does it at random. You can’t sing with it, maybe dance with the music it makes but in reality you are just dancing in it not to it. Along with the music it makes it also brings different smells. As I was walking by a tree earlier the smell was like at the ocean in the redwood forest. The smell welcomed you, not caring who you were, but giving you what it could offer the shelter music and smell. Rain it a wonderful but mysterious thing. But there is also a down side to it. There is a time to be happy and show your love for someone which is supposed to make it better, but it is also the perfect time for heart breaks, sadness. To me rain is known as the wonderful depression

I saw the world in light
Shadows dare not find their way
Because it was cause a fight

Like a birds first flight
Taking off across the bay
I saw the world in light

I dream in black and white
But don't here what fate may be trying to say
Because it would cause a fight

Stars fall with unimaginable might
I close my eyes to pray
I saw the world in light

Adolescents' futures are a constant fright
Never understanding the consequences of their day
Because it would cause a fight

I should've seen the darkness, not so bright
A shadow consuming those who stay
I saw the world in light
Because it would cause a fight

Close your eyes
and forget the lies
Remember the past
it goes by fast

Close your eyes and start to dream
The world is breaking open at the seam
Twisted and torn
our fate is born

Will we rise to greatness
or fall to a life of crime?
Close your eyes
and dare to dream

a kiss is just a kiss until you find true love
that one person that can make you smile all the time
that one person that can make you feel as beautiful as a dove
that one person will always know you are more valuable then a dime
Trust is all you need
love is the key to joy
true love love will not be traded for greed
never play with love because it is not a toy

Anger rattles through me as I step outside.
His carelessness ignites the blaze and feelings of worthlessness stoke it
Engulfing my entire being in burning flames.
The emerald grass beckons to me, the slow breeze ruffles my hair.
My bare feet, as if on their own accord,
Shuffle onto the cool soft blades and
My temper cools, slightly.
I gaze upwards and the pale blue sky peeks back at me,
Hiding behind the cotton-like clouds.

I don’t think he’ll understand, he won’t make it better.
I tell of the careless man’s actions, of his stupidity and hurtful nature.
Paul looks at me, taking in my tearing eyes,
My running nose, my shaking body.
I don’t cry from pain or sadness
But from the inferno raging through my heart.
A car passes as he looks at me.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he says gently;
The flame dances in a light mist.
“He should be jealous…” he begins softly;
The flame is weakened by a spring shower,
“Because I get to see the woman you’re becoming, and he is missing
Every moment.”
A waterfall crashes over the blaze,
Drowning it forcefully and calming the hurt.

Merely a pile,
A dark pile of smoldering ash,
Remains.
But from that smoldering pile,
A flaming crimson and golden flower
Blooms.
He nurtures this newborn creature,
Tentatively supporting and protecting it.
When things are bad,
I look to him.
Though he is not my creator,
He is my father and savior.
He is my motivator, cheerleader, and protector.
Above all else
He is
My Paul.

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Sometimes I wish
That we could stumble upon each other,
Find ourselves
Alone in a crowd.

We could have something
Beautiful,
Like rain falling in the
Sunlight.

You could be my hero,
And it'd be like we were kids again.
We could sit on some rooftops,
And chatter mindlessly amongst ourselves.

We could play hide and seek.
Vow to never grow up...
And you would still be here with me.
And maybe I wouldn't be sitting alone beneath this tree,
Waiting anxiously

For you to come and find me.

(note: also posted on DeviantArt)

A powerful force has a vale over our eyes

An affluence so powerful no small group can fight

But if we unite

We can overthrow this power

And realize true freedom

No more taxes

No more debt

No more deception

No more rejection

Just freedom without a price.

Four years later; he is still my best friend, my other half, my partner in crime, my confidante, my greatest source of joy, my biggest cheerleader, and my greatest support system. I dont know what i did to deserve having found this at such a young age, but it has made my life so rich and complete; when you find "your person" you really do realizze all you need is love.

I’m a different kind of soul

The kind you will never know

My life is a contradiction

Unfortunately not work of fiction

I no longer know if I wish to drown myself 

in love, vodka, or the sea

It hard to hold in the screams

When all you have in life are daily dreams

Dreams of being somewhere far

And not being behind these metal bars

This prison cell people call home

Makes me feel like I am inside a dome

A dome with no opening for light

And not a single hope in sight

I wish to be freed of these handcuffs

But to do that is much too tough

You will never understand that by judging people

You make the person a metaphorical cripple

Stealing the opportunity for them to be an individual 

And forcing them to be an equal

My tombstone should say your name instead 

Because the life I lead

Was the life you breed

Due to your own selfish greed

On what you interpreted to be the right way to succeed 

Now due to my own actions, I lay buried in the ground

You come to the realization, “I should have cared”, now

When its far too late, for I have already vowed

That this would be final ciao

life has its ups and downs

I'm always questioning it

What to do, where do go?

its all so confusing

My life, my future

where do i go?

workng hard to make my parents proud

to make myself proud

i can do this

i can do this

I write

Because I voice those who can’t speak for themselves

Who society wraps in chains and behind closed doors to keep silent

I write

Because my voice is strong enough to be heard across a thousand mountains

And I can help the voiceless

I write

Because I fight to end the injustice brought to those around the world

Through prostitution, neglect, and abuse

I write

Because I found my voice and I can yell the truth I have found to be evident

To help others find theirs

I write

Because I know what it feels like to wear a mask to hide the pain

And how strong you must be to show your true face

I write

Because my past of pain has made me strong and true

And I know how pain shapes you

I write

Because I can stand here and say I know what pain is

And I lived through it

I write

To change the world

Because I can

Too Soon Will Fade With all else coming to close Hearing things we wouldn’t have chose, Let us put at rest with those- You’re not forgotten, or alone But all memories are too far gone; But when we dream it’s not away, It seems to be like yesterday, We remember, one or all, Will our memories ever fall? Everything we see was made And everything too soon will fade. People weep un-rejected A single body now collected, We stood hand in han’ Never forgetting a fallen man- How sudden! And how sad One so young now so eternally forbad, Oh so bad-Oh so bad! I never truly will understand Why was he under higher demand? Everything we see was made And everything too soon will fade.

When our lips first meet,

it brings me back to that first night

Lying together on that couch,

Although scared, what a great sight

Though our hearts were racing

And I turned three different shades of red

Look where we are and all we have done,

just because of what we finally said.

I see the pride When you hold up a slide

 and tell me to look,

and a shimmer in your eyes

when you get caught up in one of your nerd books,

Seeing you this way changes me

I start to feel all weird inside

Because you are so cute and I see

 I have such a great and dorky guy

Whether we’re on the beach

or in your room

You find a way to make my heart

go boom

You make me blush and turn away

But the way you look at me with those loving eyes

Gives me this touching feeling,

 enough to make me cry

When your hand touches mine,

 it gives me butterflies,

When you call me cute, dorky or sweet

 I begin to grow shy

These are everyday things in our life

They are so special in their unique ways

I am so grateful for this

Along with all of the wonderful things you have to say

You do so much for me,

 I could never stop thanking you

You give and give and give

With everything  you do

However you never realize just how sweet they are

I think this sweet ignorance adds yet another thing

To why when I wake up I think of you

And when I do, I begin to sing

The past six months have been full of love and friendship

Full of laughs, promises, and memories of great times

Things so great, that I never saw myself having

You gave me a reason to rhyme.

For these things and a billion others

I will spend every day falling more in love with you

My only hope and dream

Is that you do too

To the best thing in my life

To the person who has changed me for good

Next time you think about kissing me

You just should

Vacant echoes allow time for thought
While thoughts ensue creation
Within the confines of our minds
It is imagination that sees no borders
A replication of our subconscious and conscious 
Entwined together upon a canvas
What is left of us when we are gone
Is left to be interpreted by what is next
A viscous cycle of an attempt to define
Basted in preconceived ideas of what ought to be
When all of this has merely tainted what could have been.

Scrolling through the images that have been swimming through my mind, 
I’m afraid there’s nothing left to ever occupy this crazy mind of mine. 

Never sleeping, always dreaming, hopping the trains of no tomorrow. 
I can see only the stained glass of the present that has been shown to me through these shattered, rose colored glasses…. 

I yearn only for adventure and the eyes of kind strangers as I walk down these streets full of wind that dances like water. 

Asking nothing of myself, im afraid I’ve miscounted all the useless numbers in this matrix that’s surrounded, 
for so long I’ve been blind to my own kind of compilation that seeks the company of long or short term isolation

Masking of desires scream through the soul
serenading disaster streams to a stroll
Instincts follow in order of blood
that awaits no time, no thing, no one. 

Impossible to stop the inevitable.
Once the soul has seen its reflection
Truth is but obvious in nature, 
Calumniations dance in deception.

Shattered mirrors frame the walls 
of empty thoughts in broken halls
All I wanted was some piece of mind
some silence in this wretched time

There speaks a man with no voice
and screams from unheard broken noise
You are left faceless, cold and swallowed
forever disabled, scarred and hallowed…

Falling pieces in moonlight streams 
through the wonderland of seamless dreams
branching out to reach for breath
as empty skies fill up with tender mist
timeless clocks cry to be heard
as voiceless thunder dies of thirst
faceless faces seek the truth
beckoning nightmares full of youth

Three years I’ve seen you

Through the halls,

Never have we talked

I didn’t exist to you as you did to me

It’s summer now, my senior year yours was last year

I walk into my first job interview

Ended in success

Training came little did I know you would be there

Worked Friday nights closing with you

My clueless, how you would flirt with me

Come to the front of the store just to see me

How clueless.

5 months later you left

Left to boot camp……. No good byes

One message....one message from on social media

Gave you courage to talk to me, tell me how you felt

Thousands of miles away, late night talks you in your Rack

Me in my own bed

Months after that message you came home

Me and you that sunset picnic on the beach

You down on one knee

5 months after that night, two weeks from today

We will be wed and blessed with a lift time of happiness

Look at us now you my Sailor

And when you must leave me,

Overseas you must go

I will be here

I will be waiting

For you no matter the length of time

Waiting forever and always

Look at us now

Why do we need drama? We waste our lives with negative pride. But is it pride? We hurt and we're proud? We crush and we're proud? We hate and we're proud? Are you proud? Why to we need drama?

Cherry Blossom Symbol of the Warrior By: Darsha Bitanga Countless nights of rain and days of sunshine must pass before the Cherry tree flowers. The elements must act in unison to assure the appearance and survival of this exquisite miracle of nature. The warrior must also embrace harmony if he is to continue and progress. Like the roots of a tree, his foundation is knowledge wherein lies his strength. Practice must at all times be serious and he must diligently strive for perfection. A blossom of the Cherry tree may emerge in all its radiance and splendor only to expire in the same day. Hence the warrior is reminded that he must prepare himself not only for life but for death as well. His training can be the deciding factor in a life or death situation. In feudal Japan, the Samurai (warrior class) adopted the Cherry Blossom as their hallmark and were devoted to its symbolism. –Among flowers, the Cherry Blossom; among men, the Samurai. -

I... 

am a Lilly pad on a moving stream. 

am happiest when floating on the water and exploring new places.

Have difficulty making decisions and so I move from one place to the next.

am kind to those who pass by and want them to feel at home.

float In the current and use my resources wisely to create beautiful and inspiring images,

enjoy thinking about the possibilities down stream and so sometimes miss the moment.

know that  I cannot control the current but I choose the stream I wish to follow. 

appear untouched by the surrounding water but,

am  delicate and just now letting go of my roots.

Compliment the water and enjoy the way the water compliments me.

 find music in the oddest places and beautifully sing into the wind.

am confident to know my performance proves talent but,

  shy away when others can hear.

 grew from a tree that wasn’t always tended with care but now

 nourish myself and my surroundings.

enjoy being lost in the outdoors and staying active all day so 

do not require much sleep.

I am a Lilly pad moving on a stream. 

Your eyes are like the sun and the moon; truly divine; my closest ally.

When you dance, it’s like the clouds part so the sun can watch,

Or perhaps it’s just dad, waiting for our final match.

In all of Spira there is no summoner who can challenge your Ultima,

You reignited my anima inside this unsent persona,

Thank you, Yuna, for curing my darkness with Esuna.

I’m stuck inside this ethereality,

My tears shine like pyreflies, begging the last one to be the finale,

And thus the cycle continues, can it break, finally?

When will my dreams become a finalized reality?

Our lives will both begin and end                                                                                                             We must all say farewell to our friends                                                                                              Goodbye to high school years of innocence                                                                                        Hello to jobs, college, and the world not making sense                                                                       This is now our life                                                                                                                              Applications have been filled out                                                                                                          These are the years that really count                                                                                                      Will you become a workaholic                                                                                                                 Or will you become an alcoholic                                                                                                              What will be your choice                                                                                                                         A  big house on a cul-de-sac                                                                                                                    Or one of the sheds out back                                                                                                                   These are the decisions that matter                                                                                                         Will we stay together or scatter                                                                                                                Our lives will both begin and end                                                                                                                                       

There was a boy

Young and Deceitful

Not knowing how he would make it the next day

But the boy did not sway

For he had a vision that one day he would not be in the situation he was in

He thought of a way out not knowing how or when

The troubled boy had gone through so much 

He thought it would never end

But this boy had hope

He knew one day a silver lining would appear

Even though he situation was dear

He thought one day I'd be out of here

So his day had come 

He was ready to go

But one thing troubled him where would he go

Then the boy thought i have nothing to fear

As long as i know that God is here with me

So i have nothing to fear

Knowing God was near

My People, My People: Black Pride

My people, my people it’s time for a change. Get out of the mirror and get
into your hearts, then try to rearrange-
that hate into love, that violence into peace. If you wanna fight, pick up
a weapon and go fight for the country at least.
Since the beginning of time we have been known to turn on each other. Not
the slave master, nor disease, but it was us to start killing our own
sisters and brothers.
We poison our children with vanity and drugs because we lost sight of what
it was like to be one village. We are no longer the majority of the
minority, and it is us whom I blame. We let sports and fame make a name for
ourselves. Nowadays Black stars wanna try to give back to the hood, well
let’s start giving books and educational knowledge, then we will see what’s
good.
We don’t deserve a month of remembrance; we forget what we were supposed to
be remembering.
Now all I can do is cry, for we’ve lost our sense of Black Pride. And for
my people with educations and that that are successful, I’m talking to you
too. You must go back and see your struggling brother through.
Ever noticed how the traffic light is red, yellow, green, and Black? The
colors of the Motherland, can you imagine that? Maybe it’s a sign that it’s
time for us to stop killing each other, slow down in the streets, and go
ahead and better our futures. My people, my people I love your skin, hair,
talents, and tastes, but let’s take back our Black Pride and restore our
race.

-Brooklynn McCormick 10/1/09

Sitting with you the other day, rackin my brain of what to say & as you look at me all I can think of is what love is.. Is it sippin on sweet tea under the stars, or sneaking moonshine hidin in the barn  actin like teenagers do never meaning any harm.. Is it writing music with the new found band, laughin at the ideas we have in our hands, dreaming about the glory and imaginary fans as I watch you rock out to your guitar... We were just two kids that fell pretty hard, puttin each other through hell, even takin it too far only to strengthen the the love that we Share...Then it hit me.. love is so much more...Love is lookin at you smilin back at me, singing out loud acting so crazy just to see me laugh.. It's me gettin mad and you grabbin my hand refusing to let go while you be the better man that you are... Love is silly, love is kind, love is you being only mine.. And it's crazy.. But you're exactly what I need. Darlin please don't ever give up on me. 

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Amazing and inspiring!

Life sometimes i just wanna say fuck it and stab myself with a Knife

Life is what everybody got chance to have and people take it for granted

I wake up count my blessings thank god i can see earth for 1 more time

I smoke weed but dont mean im a bad person im trying smoke the pain away and fly like a kite

  As i sour though the sky i feel ashamed 

of what the people have done

All young poeple fighting to the death

 risking there own lives for people they may not get 

  alog with

 I see the dreary look on the people's faces, even 

 as they march boastfully as their fearing for their

lives I can smell theri salty tears as they cry for help

I hear the weary crie of those who have no strength 

 left I just wish the people acted differently to each

  other

  As I sour though the sky I feel ashamed at what the 

 people have done

Fear and hate doesn't fix things

Fear and hate makes matters worse

but I wonder will the people ever learn there lessons

  I may never know

I think you should know,

My true face.

Watch out - she's got mace,

Hidden beind sexy lace.

Blind your eyes,

No matter how hard I try,

It's all just lies.

The Friendship Set On Fire

Your love is the weather. 

Sometimes cold and bitter like the madness between us. 

Your love comes and goes like the rain in the summer. 

Other times, your love is as strong as a tornado and as sweet as the sunset in the evening. 

But in the end, when it all adds up, it's the warm, summery feeling that I get when I'm wrapped in your arms that subtracts the cold, bitter winter we sometimes have lingering between us. 

She tries to put her pride aside and keeo her head held high 

but nothing can stop the pain that she feels inside . 

Her heart is broken the blood pours like the tears from her eyes 

she lost hope, she lost faith but her soul never died . 

She gave up on her dreams because she didn't believe 

she felt the pain before the love and that girl was 

me . 

Golden treasures reside at the hill

Golden treasures that I fill

Could be mine, but I'm held back in that number

Opportunities

Opportunites seem to await me but the minority embraces me

I desire to be more than a stastics, a wide eyed girl with nothing to call her own

My parents that I honor, constantly enlighten me of  my future that echoes my name

I want more

Opportunities morph into a way of escape to a better way

I pray to GOD that opportunity loves me and wants me the same!

Then I will be free

Free of the statistics and problems shackling me

Then I will be free

A bridge to others who need a shoulder to lean on, a remedy

A remedy that will elevate all MY companions to the brigde that carries their destiny

We the people 

Have been tought our past,

our history,

we haved been told what was important,

and we understand

but if we continue learning the past 

what will our future be...

history?

what will matter then,

reflecting the reflected?

we want to have a future that is grand 

a future for our gradkids to reflect on in awe,

a future to continue history.

The sparkle in your eye, The warmth of your skin. Your breath on my neck, That shakes me within. The touch of your hand, The smell of your hair. The naughtiness in your....

He gets in his car and turns on the radio thinking about his next victim gives him a warm glow  After a while he see's her, she's homeless he can tell by her clothes The rain beats down she's bound to want to get out of the cold  She's just in range as he winds his window down, he asks if she needs a lift up town She gets in his car like a lamb to the slaughter, he doesn't care if she's someones wife, mother daughter  He makes up a reason to go back to his place so he can get her alone,poor girl might just as well carved her own tombstone  Once inside he offers her a drink and puts on an old record As she looks out the window he picks up a piece of flexible cord  As he raises it above her head she spins round and plunges the knife, he looks down at his own bloodshed She takes the cord and ties him to the bed, oh how she loves the color red..  A few minutes from now the news will be on and she will show him where he went wrong  Flicking through the channels she finds the right one it warns of a woman who's on the run For terrible crimes made against men and how she killed them again and again  She leaves him alone now the deed has been done she doesn't care if he's someones husband, father, son  It took one man to rub her the wrong way and now she's going to make them all pay  As for this victim no pity can be found, for they say what goes around comes around.....  

Im trying to breathe

It gets so hard to catch it

i dont want to drown

fall in way to deep

tell me how things will be okay

at the end of the day i still feel the same

i watch as everyone is doing fine

my sorrow sits inside

always wants to hide

covered by a smile

oh its so evil

it will fool you

whatever you do dont look

see im just one person

trying to survive in this crazy place

you make me excited that i will (hopefully) be living in harlem this year. bring on the harlem renaissance!

yo yo

    Truly today the colors unwind,

because yesturday only the strokes of

a deliberate brush adjusted the surface,

and tommorow the the light and talent of a painter is born

The fight and the struggle

the anger and the hussle

the smooth stroke and the rough texture

its close to the final fixture

Finally after every mix 

and every other small fix

the painting has been finished

for truly it deserves to be cherished

For it is a true master peice