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Money is like drugs abuse it too much and die learn to control it  
she’s so beautiful, her eyes a color i can’t describe. they're not blue, brown, grey; they’re somewhere in between- it’s a misty haze.   she’s so precious, her smile greater than any mile wide.
Dear Life,   I’m falling up, I’m falling down, Left and right and all around. Where, oh where is my solid ground?
Dear mama what's your favorite drink I'll mix it up for you throw in a little love and cyanide What's your high is it my smile or the smell of booze
Dear mama what's your favorite drink I'll mix it up for you throw in a little love and cyanide What's your high is it my smile or the smell of booze
Sleep has deserted me leaving me dazed I need a light to guide me home I’ve lost my vision, I’ve gone blind My sanity has wandered off, I feel like hell You are what I need, my sanity
Thrown out of my own home Out into the cold So young, yet so old   Wisdom doesn’t make you stronger Holding back tears doesn’t make things better All I wanted is to live peacefully together  
Dear Self,   Time travel is real I know what you're thinking she is crazy but it is definitely real it's hard to find though
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good night My mother has tightly curled hair, it smells like apricots and long nights
When should i tell you That the young girl smiling at you across the table Kissing you between popcorn kernels and movie scenes Is made of glass And when she falls for guys, she always cracks   
They say home is where the heart is So I built us a house of cliches Cut out the electricity, Because they say love is blind
Everyone said they hated slavery but my brothers and sisters we still beat on each other not with whips and chains but bullets to the brain knifes to the vain.
And there was a simple time Much unlike now Whereas she who cried Was surrounded by people Then came along something that Suffocated her mind and body Left her for dead and sung deeply
CoryHow time flies byI can't believe it has been 10 yearsSince the day you died I used to be upset with youAnd wonder whyBut now I understandThat it was easier to die
Dear whom ever you might be, I am the offspring of nature and the sun My parents call me their son/sunflower. My parents are exotic, foreign,
It's 11:25. I am sitting on my laptop in the Dark. I think about you. What are you thinking about- Probably nicotine. The image of you taking a drag pops up in my head. I watch a fruit fly crawling
As I stare into the mirror, I see a reflection, but the face that stares back at me is not my own, it’s the face of mankind looking straight through my soul. His eyes have seen many deaths, and witnessed many tragedies.
As the silence becomes the forest a waterfall flows upward Up up up to the sky You reach and reach for the heavens hoping for a hand to latch onto yours
Dear ­­­_______,
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ? A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre. Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
I’d rather be standing on my stage with the people I love, living someone’s hilarious story. I’d rather be playing kazoos shaped like trumpets with the most effervescent gals I’ve ever encountered.
5'11" with long hair, head bigger than the kitchen chair, big dreams to accomplish, one more year to be there. What Is My Name? I am a Black African american  who is trying to succeed in
There’s a new you in town In my neighborhood On my street Too close for comfort   'Registered Sex Offender'  
You are the Moon I am the Northern Star   They need you close to pull their tides to change their course and light their nights.   They need me far not to light their way
Mama be praying into the night, kid in the room engaged with porn Society lays down regulations, we live by no norm I made some real promises a couple of years after I was born 
I burn the pages of my oldest notebooks, erasing the ages that have passed me by. I remember the old days, and cheerful jokes told paired with a longing gaze, and my calloused fingertips.
Dear Heart-beat,
Dear boy in the back of my English class, I think of you when My hands shake And when the train stops for the pedestrian
Dear Beauty,   I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Girl in the bathroom,   It was third hour when I heard you I knew it was something much worse than a meer flu Why must you quietly weep in a moaning cry
 The color they are painted says a lot. The gray, the light yellow, the dark yellow, the light green, the dark green, and the pink. They all have different stories to be told.
Dear Daddy,   Do you remember that day out on Tiana Bay? I was four years old, Big brown eyes, twig legs, and abounding joy.   We went on the boat,
Dear 15-year-old Bellla, College is rad. College is bomb. I am having the time of my life at Arizona State. Why did I have to wait? My classes are going very well. My friends are swell.
Dear Love, you were the calm before the storm, you were the topping on a cake I knew I wouldn't like, but I ate it anyway. You were the thorn in my side and all the wrongdoings I've ever done.
To whomever - I wonder, sometimes If others feel it too When there are people who 'care', But not the right 'who'. That one can feel empty,
Do you know that feeling? That terrible, awful feeling when you wake up and Panic because you have no clue where you are? Do you know what it’s like to wake up like that everyday for 10 days straight? White walls.
Dear Estefany,
"I have sorrow,my heart knows no longing for tomorrow.If only I could make myself go away,then all my pain would dissipate.Into the blacken of the void,my fears and tears would be destroyed. Says that voice inside my head,always calling again and
I ate a booger last night. I admit it, you’re probably right. It’s nothing terribly bad. It makes no sense why you’re mad. I ate a booger last night.   Its tenderness was sublime and just right,
Dear Me in my careless mind set, I know that you’re now full of unrest Because home used to glow like the only light left although dim
  fickle crickets: serenading sirens of retreat, as chartreuse digits creep dark alley swamps; hanging jungle themes invade
I used to dream. I used to dream about you, I used to daydream. I used to daydream that one day we'd end up together,   One day, One day you left.  You left. 
    Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows pranceacross plastered walls…As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs.
Through the silence, I listen. Your soft breath caresses my ears, With a feathery whisper. Your presence lingers Even after you're long gone. Ashes to dust, To dirt you fall deeper,
Cherry-red lips Stretched hips Hormones on full throttle Lusting Craving Begging For attention
Dear She, A door dividing us, me and My Love; for years, I wait in patient zeal for her to someday know and free me like a dove; the door will open, that I am sure.  
  Touch the rising mist of cherry smiles Herald cries of joyous miracles aflight Echo brisk allure of God’s spearing light.   Cry in the bosom of Abraham’s seed
Dear reader,
Dear Depression,   Are you enjoying yourself? This is another day. Why can’t you just leave me! You rest on me like dust on an unused bookshelf. You bring nothing but distaste; I wonder what it must be
The beaches have always held a special place in my heart, for the way the water glistens, and the way the shells all gather like military soldiers in a line at the shore. Today, the beach was especially beautiful.
Let us think back, you and I, Todays when candles lit the sky And breezes sang throughout the trees; Remember ow the laughs we'd share. We were such a mismatched pair Of foolish dreams an misty eyes;
The running in a game of hide and seek has started. Do you not hear the drumming as we chase up the stairs, and look over our plum color shoulders to watch the shoe fall from my foot?
I beg of you, Mainstream Society Do not underestimate my intellectual talents Do not take one look at the melanin of my skin and assume that I am less than good enough
They  lied  to  you  
Her smile never dies like her beauty never lies, She is sick and she needs love to heal. She pretends to care even though life is not fair, I miss the Smell of her hair,
November’s fires heat my face to flushing- the glow of autumn awakens the cinders in my heart and whispers a lullaby to the ants beneath my skin.  
Daring Anti-hero Rough around the edges Excellent fighter Devilish Edgey Valorous Intelligent
Walking down this path Left on my own Getting darker with every step Away from what I've known   Break my chains Free from what holds me here Stealing my breath Clouding my head with fear
Love can be hard. Hard on the heart, hard on the mind, hard to find what real love is. I have welcomed so many wrong loves into this heart that I cannot tell a hand to hold from a fist. Harmless turns
When a sunrise is in your chest and the colors spill into your eyes and the violet and pink and warm orange fills your gaze, When a snowfall sparkles fresh and new over harsh words
Love is the gentle flutter when you see them. Love is the tug on the heartstrings when you hear them. Love is the light tint of red, lightly brushing against your cheeks when you speak to them.
Two brilliant lovers, Oblivious to their own magnificence, He was a neutron star, and she was a neutron star.   They floated in a different kind of space than the other people and planets,
Because I Love You, we are not perfect and that’s just perfect Dirty, mortal menaces we are Constantly staining our white cloths,
Ask me why I love you, And I shall tell you what I love most about you. No lies spill passed my parted lips, Only truths that swell from my heart and fall out my mouth.   Ask me what makes our love healthy,
I am trying to love myself It is a long and hard process And yes, sometimes I relapse And yes, sometimes I don’t like the packaging I came in And yes, sometimes I don’t even like the present inside
Dear Future Husband, I didn't know you were looking for something, easier to swallow But For years I watched my father walk over women
He smiled and charmed you, he was nice to you in the beginning, but then he started to get violent, he apologized and bought you flowers and said  "I Love You"   Two weeks later he hit you,
Warmth. Drowsy. Burrowing into your chest, arms around my back. And then, like a gunshot, shaking. And tears. And disassociation.
"LOVE" A four-lettered house Exquisite design Transparent innocence building Four walls Of Trust, Communication Compassion, Respect   A foundation of stone Honesty
Clouds drift above our head Drops of water cascading Different these days
(Examples of what I believe are signs of a healthy relationship, and how the words "I Love You" can be used in a healthy way)   Oh, my love,   Because I love you I will build you up,
It took us years to build this trust The cornerstone of our love; Brick by brick we've gained the strength to rise over and above. But trust is not the only thing that kept these walls from tumbling;
Love is a tree that bends in a gale, but does not break. Love is a second chance, but not a third. Love is a hand that generous, but accepts repayment. Love is self-sacrificing, but not a scapegoat.
Love.   A crazy little thing. It sets our hearts aflame, makes us brighter, radiating stars in the crowded galaxy of existence.
My thoughts are chasing themselves in infinite circles. Everything circling back to you, The one who loves me, and whom I love
The cool wind subsides and a warm light filters into the room. My body melts into my bed and I bring myself to consciousness. They are also just now waking, and squirming under the covers.
I stood there as you broke my nose. All you wanted me to do was pose. My blood drips. Covers my hands and slips. Submission under recognition.  
I've loved you all my life.   For the luminous teeth that reside in your mouth and for the bloody tongue that rests upon them.
Your eyes. Your adorable, honest eyes met mine. On Water street, beneath the foggy, dark sky, blurry, dim moon,
Butterfly kisses up and down your neck Sweet nothings whispered at 3 A.M. Arms wrapped around each others waist loving each others  warm embrace. I keep you so close because I love you
Because you love me, you know when to be patient, gentle, forgiving, uplifting. Because you love me, you know when to take one step back and let me b r e a t h e.
Brandon Samaroo  email:                                                                                
On the way to my home On the dusty sidewalk I see a goldfinch Oscillating in an attempt to fly on broken wings   What would you do
Because I love you You should feel safe. I am an open ear, A shoulder to cry on, And just a phone call away.   We can talk for hours. Even if we don't say a word,
Because I love you,                               I went with war on my lips and death in my eyes the love sickness coursing through my half-starved veins.  
I once dreamed of the stars, thinking about their lives, and how they lit up the sky.  but why couldn't they light mine? I loved so hard yet I was pushed so far. Our hands didn't clasp.
Because We Love Amanda Aman   Love is conflicting like April weather An incessant downpour sequenced by rainbows and delicate sunrays Like love, the sky surrounds us and knows no boundary
Love rains from your sunshine eyes, Happy Beautiful Wonderful. I cup my hands, Love flooding over
On a cold night, while I sit alone, I wait patiently and think of home. A gentle kiss on my cheek awakes a spark in me, breaks me from my thoughts. He speaks to me in a quiet and steady tone,
The Earthly Angel The dying blue planet, his home, without True Pink Had not one to love him, not one to form a link.  
#BecauseILoveYou It’s cool and early in the morning And the sun is peeking over the horizon I slip on my shoes And skip down the front steps
dear lovebug, let’s be honest (i know some folks find this awkward, but it’s necessary): i don’t want you to say yes
Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Love a four-letter word, one syllable, and it makes me think of you.
Stars aloft, strung up high Falling gently, and with a quiet sigh Nature basks in the radiance Without Knowing  Why  
  Because I love you, I will always be there to patch up scraped knees   Because I love you, you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you’re in need
She enters my mind with a whirling simplicity the likes of which I could never have imagined. She enters my ears through subtle yet joyous sounds, barely audible to the untrained young ear.
When you turn and look You see me Not my body, not my beauty Just warmth   When I look towards you I see you
  Dreams Of Tomorrow I have a dream, do you? No matter the hardship I still have a dream I have a dream of white and blacks holding hands together, do you?
You were not fallible, just full of fiction  You wished things that Heaven did not forget  Where the angels slept, you created a war Still you laughed when the sky fell   When the girl embraced the lion, they both transformed into dust Th
In my heart I've searched for love my entire life, but when you turned and looked at me in Chem class, I felt my heart beat for the first time. 
Age spots your hands and veins line your wrists, and your crow-feet’d eyes lie smooth against silk. I smile ‘round teeth that have slumped and have stained,
She keeps staring  With her sapphire eyes  Her pupils engulfed in white flames  Her skin cascaded with true colors    Hands and feet buried in smoke  The doves above her wailing in agony 
I am a dandelion Wild and free Not to be noticed upon first glance; It seems I lack the chance To belong in a boquet   They look on in disgust With selfish and hating eyes
My past is permanent ink on my skin; cuts that scar my body.   Pain flowing like an endless river, always fading to gray.
To be honest with you, he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't know what love was but just as an excuse to hold you hostage. I know you think I'm just like all the rest, "Oh, baby I'm different",
You’ve taught me The world will always be beautiful No matter who we’re standing next to But as I’ve grown the realize Because I love you
There is love in an ordinary day We learn from each other We argue and disagree But we find common ground Watching TV He flicks my earring Repeatedly I turn to him and demand him to stop
Are you having troubles baby, Is there something in your eyes? Are those tears of a lonely girl, Trying to say goodbye? Well I don’t have to tell you.
It’s okay if I’m not the girl of your dreams, or the one you dance with at prom.
A body fashioned in all directions When it glides across the wind Filled with the white drops of hope Pain; love. You were broken free of worry Holding chaste lips against yours As you flew,
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Teens from over the world need to hear this You might think school is stressful, but really it's bliss 12 year of learning, but that's still not enough So you think about quitting, because it's too much
"I love you" once sounded dirty to me.
My eardrums wait in silence Aching for a moment of connection Between a melody and a piece of plastic Love me the way my ears love music Love me the way they ring when the volume is turned up too high
I never wanted to love someone like you someone who appeared so full of life and so full of love someone who never worried about what people thought I never wanted to love you 
Have you ever seen a hummingbird cry? Those crystalline tears dripping down iridescent feathers. Perhaps that is why it's wings beat so fast. A vain attempt to dry the dreadful drops before the blooming flowers see.
I had become accustomed to the monstrous features beneath his surface - The claws that grasped my hands; The cold lips that touched mine; The fire that burned in his eyes.
Because I love you, I understand the insecurities But because you love me, do not belittle me, because you will lose me You are the supporting details in a body paragraph
Tone and tension Blurred images and tears escaping Footsteps getting closer to me Warped floors and unsteadiness Flexing and cracking  
You went away So very fast The pain and heartache Made to last.   I held your hand And looked in your eyes It took everything in me Not to cry.   For your last breath
Her knees exude the sticky crimson liquid, shaking, they drop again. And again. And again.   She pauses for a moment, and ties her sweaty hair back into a matted ponytail. Gasping for air.
  This is my home and my family. You’ve taken my loved ones. Oh my friends forgive me, And ride toward the sun.   On this lonely barricade at dawn,
Love is not cruel  and bitter on the tongue It is patiant and flavorful  you were nothing of the sort you left my mouth dry begging for something I could savor I gave you love in a variety of flavors
 I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with desire; I love your eyes the shape and color as those green eyes lit with a passionate fire. I love your insecurites as you brush your hands through your beautiful hair
I am the sun, he is all of the clouds  some days we are a powerful picture  and on the most unhealthy of days  he covers me in gray. 
You got the best of me When a stream of tears rains down my face Or when my mind is a blank space Of a never ending sea   You hold me tight
At 13, I first felt it The briskness of butterflies The heat of spring A seed was planted And a flower began to grow. As winter came, The green wilted away The wings clipped off
You once told me that Shakespeare's words were burning. That all of the passion and the romance and the decadence made the beauty go up in flames. You said that's why our hearts long for love.
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations   The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
"I love you", I hear her say as a tear falls  down her cheek.  Her cheek  full of makeup that she uses  to hide the pain  like a mask. If you look deep enough in those hazel eyes, 
I feel it again,The ferocious beating of calypso drums,Coursing through my fingers,Creating foul beings.These false shadows of which have burst forth from my skin,Have created a jazz band of sin.
There's this unspeakable feeling in my chest  Whenever she looks my way  It's as if the butterflies in my stomach  Are making their to my heart There's this moment of euphoria 
Love can be similar to the midnight zone,A dark place where no sunlight reaches,Carnivorous sea life lurks there, And survival is the most important t
I know when you’re upset just by the small changes in your facial features My smile widens because you’re laughing hysterically at a terrible joke I made
Don't Panic, Don't Freak out, Night is coming, And you still living, I am Relaxing, Don't Cry out, Don't Run.
Sometime you need to stop, Think before you do, Don't be mad, Dont be sad, Just chill.
Because I love you I'm willing to get a B. My GPA can drop, my deadlines pass. My dead eyes pass over yours and brighten. My bright responses deaden as my hands hold yours.
The Sweet and Dashing LassBy Briley Wells It seems the ever astounding and perplexing pen has called me yet again to expel it's ink onto paper for the sole purpose of bringing a smile to your face.
His eyes were blue, Like the sun-setting sky. Above a stormy green ocean, But I had to say goodbye. My eyes were blue, Like a cool forest night. Without stars or distractions,
The cradle is where it is taught that love is a gift given by the stars -  who fortell our fortune  before our first breath.   It is told that love is a light -  patient, kind, and merciful.
A light sigh,A natural high,From just a sight, a sound.With you, love is found.Your light br
The walls around me are closing in and I don’t know if I can get through to get out in time.   The shards of glass pierce into my skin, but I am numb to that pain. That’s not the problem. 
The colors in my brain make more sense to me than the words that occupy the spaces in between them. They form the story of evil and heavenly that is printed on the pages that represent my life.
The leaves they fall, the wind it swirls, movement, The air turns brisk, the frost it nips, cold front, The summer fades, Winter returns, lament, The weather is changed, from playful to blunt.
When I was young,  People walked the streets, taking life for granted. But when you know you’re going to die,  You cherish every moment you have left.   
“I Am From…..” Adapted by Levi Romero Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon   I am from the living room from the couch, tv, and popcorn
love is a lot like eating:like lovers are food splattered on a buffet,a feast of desire,and you're stuffing yourself full,
Because I Love You I am patientBecause I Love You I let you make your own decisionsBecause I Love You I will support you
With thine hand,Touch ever so softly,The petals of that delicate roseAnd pluck it not,For out of lustful greed,
Equipped with shoes hiding 10 toes, yet not exposed. Toes of yours are something I wish to hold. Incoming call for two;
I am comforted by the mere thought of her graceful brown eyes How one look can ease my wretched soul
Mother, she is light. She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides. She warms the back of my eyes every dawn. She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars. She lets me look on beauty.
Sickly sweet sweat stains my face, As Specters’ kisses dress my lips, With ghostly fingers my shape they trace, Caressing my cheek, my breasts, my hips.
These four walls staring back at me They hold my secrets If these four walls could talk Oh how I wish they could and would talk
He spit ink into my throat, told me it would soothe the ache I felt. It wasn't until a week later, when my lungs collapsed, that I realized he was hurting me.
Love is like a bird singing a beautiful songs to the atmosphere 
I'm suffocating in the middle an open field. Fresh air all around me, but I can't use my lungs. 
We cry every  day and every night yearnig for someonet to say we are beautiful wanting to know how it feels like to be loved and cared about enough of having to  cry bcause of how we look and who we are
We cry every  day and every night yearnig for someonet to say we are beautiful wanting to know how it feels like to be loved and cared about enough of having to  cry bcause of how we look and who we are
Oh America America what have you done Treating them like animals what have you become,   with no interest we have thought of them With no feelings we have trial them
Outside with the cuties You look at me how the moon looks at the sun I feel the cherry blossoms when I'm with you  Let's stay like this forever in the blue moon of New York 
Two warm human bodies. Two pairs of footprints upon the beach sand laid side-by-side, pathing towards the water. Two smiles and uncontrollable laughter, as the blue water splashes around playfully.
She realized that it could not work When he hit her And it hurt And when tears ran astray On a young, weary face There was something deep inside That had dried beneath a fiery gaze
  He adjusted his yellowing glasses Gathered his scattered thoughts And cleared his scratchy voice He began,   It matters not
  Can I walk those old roads Back to when my only ambition  Was to be happy  When my dreams were free of restraints When the only feeling I had Was Naughty and Naughty 
No one knows about us, Not her parents or mine. None of our friends, or teachers. So when we held hands, That very first time, I became addicted to her. The feeling of her fingers,
Red is a whole symphony of violins and a single rose  Red is all lyrics, music and often prose It tells of lovers and it tells of war it's heart breaking stories from old folklore 
True friend my equal my confidant. You empower me. Reciprocal trust positivity acceptance. we inspire each other to be the best that we can be. I can be the real me.  No regrets.
I just woke up today with something I  have to say It seems there's no other way... I remember the first day when we first met I was left with plenty of desire and fire never once thought of any regrets
Because I love you I won't let you down Let you down by leaving you alone Or crying in your bedroom,bathroom stall Because I love you I will care I will try to stay strong, smile Laugh, even be outgoing,
Black ice bites fingertips. sharp edges, shrapnel travel up long bladed, byzanite blue fingernails. Thin frost, covers a dandelion ring. Her strong hands, always chilled.
Because I love you, I set a table of love. A table of perfect, abounding love I lay this out for you. I set the table
Because I love you, I set a table of love. A table of perfect, abounding love I lay this out for you. I set the table
This page ripped in half, it's mine. It's what I have to be grateful for while I feel depressed as hell, the part of the paper that's missing, It's why I want to feel
Dear the lost loved ones  I know you’re reading this  We know you once said “you would do anything for love” But received that one gift you couldn’t handle  A battle royal relationship that would go on for hours 
Because I Love You                                              By: Serena Durben   You are my world, The night doesn't seem so dark anymore,
Because I Love You                                              By: Serena Durben   You are my world, The night doesn't seem so dark anymore,
"Because I love him," is what I tell my dad. Because I love the way our eyes lock when I enter the room. Or when he grabs my hand and acts as if I was the best thing to happen to him.
True love is bringing me my favorite chocolate filled donut in the morning, Not because I asked, but because he was thinking about me in the donut shop.  
Because I love you, I will kiss you goodbye Every time you leave for work Go to the store
Because I love you, I let you into my heart I let you feel every beat, pluck the strings like a harp   I told you my secrets Every thought, desire, pain, dream, all that I have has become yours.  
my body is aching as I write this to feel the large strong hands of someone who will be my lover and protector to have those hands caress me all over feel me up study all of my features and crevices
It all begins with the First look.The meeting of eyes that sparks a flame inside your stomach.The infallible desire that follows a simple glance.It devours you like a poison that has no antidote.But what is It? That word,Love.So meaningful,Yet so
While he sat at home high and numb to his feelings for me  I, fully sober, grew to despise him.    I never thought it would ever happen, but here I am, without him.   
The lights were dim and we were together. The DJ spun another record and under the faint illumination of the chandeliers we swayed. You spun me and I felt like royalty.
All I want is a true love. Someone honest, with integrity. Not a liar, whose so corrupt. He should have the honor of a true knight. A heart of gold would do too!
Look at me up and down as You lick your tainted hungry lips Does my meat not appeal to you? Does my pale skin not make your mouth salivate? As I put my body on display for you to 
Sex is such a given At this point, I wonder what else People will ever seek In a stranger. -ajh.
People being together is an odd thing, stranger in a digitized environment/in-between Facebook messages, Twitter retweets   and Instagram hearts/ and sometimes an email or two, but never  
It is terrible. All the hatred in our world. How can this happen?
I love you, Through the dark days and through the lightened days. I love you even when you're away on business.  I love you wehn you're mad at me. I love you when we talk things out.
A frienship is a flower that sprouts and blooms with hues. No matter where it's planted it thrives despite the blues.   It could be many souls or perhaps just simply two,
Thanks for letting yourself back into my life.    The beats of the music you sent me  swing in my mind like a pendulum  they envelop my mind, 
  If I look at you I can see my future, The dreamy twilight wrapping us in envied silence, coy smiles and wispy words sliding over unsaid emotions,
Its called Linguistics.  The study of languages.Simply the origins of what we say and the structure of articulating a sentence.With aspects of fluctuations in tones and expressions to relay our messages.
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
We had been thinking this is a fable, Until now we are seeing it with our eyes. The floor has lost its balance for our table, Even in the midst of this chaos you can hear distant cries. The roads have been covered
A populace of mortals Grown blasé to The once quizzical nature of survival Begin to crave substance in living  
  I entered into an unfamiliar room Didn’t know what to come of it. Leaving old friends behind Will always leave a wound   Looking for the light
A path of black stones lay under my feet and I travel along it wherever it leads, through forest and canyon, over blue lakes I wander along, whatever it takes. And ever so often, an oddity
They have milked her milked our mother milked our great mother   First they milked Then they stabbed Then they sucked Sucked her!    Until they got drunk with her blood
Polythene sky . Earth gather mother.
I almost let go to sleep UNDERGROUND Once had this feeling that I couldn't bear IT any LONGER Having all My problems and projects hold me BOUND Which made My tears learn to satisfy me in times of HUNGER
Your smile, the painkillers in my IV, paradise flowing through my veins ,too sedated to stand. My lovely nurse I give you my all and everything I will be, before you put me under, your beautiful face has to be the last thing I see.
 A relationship is of two.Not just him or her It's not just youit’s us.You fill me up with happiness you will never see me cry because of you . I wanna make you smile.i want people to know how happy i make you .But when i do feel downyou’ll be the
The bruises and scars I received for sixteen years define me. I am broken and damaged almost beyond repair, my hopeful heart was shattered into a million pieces.
What does the word love mean to me It's the thought of being free It lets your heart open to the air Why must I know where To find what I most desire My heart is so close to catching on fire
I feel the love you give to me It's so sweet and sincere Like honey Not that artificial honey That all natural kind
Little girl, little girl What do you see with Those brown eyes of yours? I see my daddy throwing mommy
Tonight I cried  My arms wrapped around my pillow Tonight I was thinking of you  And how every time I fumble  Every time I fall  Not only do you help me up, you raise me higher 
Laying back to back I think to myself why are we fighting?  What was the reason that we are here?  I remember.. something small. I wonder what he is thi- what was that? Take a peak. 
Deep amethyst spikes that are meant to penetrate through life’s setting, Like fireworks going into the sky and exploding. Deep colors coming in to light up the oceans over the days,
It feels like a storm, Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm. As hauntingly dark as nightfall, Yet still light like a rain cloud.  
Because I love you: I’ll make sure you eat and drink, I’ll stop pestering if you say “I’m not hungry.” Because I love you: I’ll wipe your tears when you cry,
People will always express that they never meant to......... after they hurt you but their actions will always prove they had the intent to   Now you cry about your new foe
Somone so special and so unique as if god made her just for me our eyes lock on to eachother as we go through the journey of life together our souls intertwin eachother and never let go of this feeling of something special
Love is one of the most intimate things you can share with someone.  Entrusting your heart and emotions to another And in turn, keeping theirs safe. "This love will last, through thick and thin," they promise
A kiss, a breath, a touch felt only by the wind I cannot see the trees; The leaves are thick And the sap that makes the core sickly jealous "This is what love is. Can't you see my dear?"
She cries and she screams. Some find it funnier than it seems. They point out the shape of her waist, pigment of her face, and history of her race.
I long for the abyss spirit and love beyond the universe from my family especially my mom and sister I long for I crave for a deep conversation a passionate kiss, adventure with not knowing where I'm, moonlight lit by millions of beautiful bright
You smiled  I laughed  We sat at lunch together  He made fun of me You punched him I was shocked, but glad The Day Of Love slowly crept by You bought me flowers But I bought nothing 
You need to    change the way you look, the way you dress, the way you do your makeup,                     
And the problem here is: I don't know if I love you anymore...Because I've loved you, (oh gods how I've loved you) and it's hurt.
Caruso’s party was filled with the same lunatics from last year.
Early in the morning, from my bed i jump My heart with fresh new blood i feel pump. Like an athlete I sprint into my bathroom Clean myself and return to the bedroom.  
I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all.
I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all.
When my blue eyes gaze at your plump pink lips as they smile at me, The whole world fades away with a rush of overwhelming happiness Because I love You.  
I used to think that love ment vacancy. so i carved out my body, left me hollow and empty. Set up a bed in my rib cage, auctioned off my teeth to  buy a new rug, shed my skin and made it a coat,
We put makeup on, and pride ourselves on being perfect, but on the inside we are all broken. We are imperfect beings; shattered mortals. What man can judge lest he be judged himself? Not one of us is perfect.
Because I love you,  I see things through a new filter. Colors are brighter, the air seems sweeter, and every touch feels like satin against my skin.   Because I love you, Love feels tangible.
I am freedom and equality I hear the cries of the oppressed I see the anxious faces of those waiting for their fate to be decided I am the “American Dream”
They wonder why, why we can't sleep at night, tell us such pretty lies, why we can't sleep at night, the anti depressants are too tight, acid and synthetics wearing off, haze of something crimson,
Spring  sprouted alive in his smile, In the skies turned an iridescent blue,In the winds that matted his hair with wild lilies,In the early morning dew, In the thin and transparent leaves
He’s vast and broad, I'm curvaceous and fine, holding deep timeless wisdom His gaze never strays, Watching me renew, With his ancient blue eyes.
Because I love you, I hide the stars Behind bars. I tell the moon to stay awake a little longer, The sun to smile a little stronger, The rain to cry a little harder, And for you to be a little smarter.
I am an ocean I am rough and wild and relentless Brutal You do not treat me as if I am Delicate Sea foam spun by the quells of love You look at me
you are more than I deserve than I will ever deserve you are the cool and glorious rains that fall blissfully to the scorched lands that have been plagued  by drought
you are more than I deserve than I will ever deserve you are the cool and glorious rains that fall blissfully to the scorched lands that have been plagued  by drought
It was the day when you were born I decided to quit and I had sworn I am not looking back at those good old days I know I will be hurt in some different ways  
In first grade, I was the bright girl with almond eyes,My eyes quite brown, even amber in the sunrise, My skin always tan, bronze from summers of swimming,And the endless hiking,    
What brings me to a state of tranquility and relief Are the sweet, youthful harmoniesDelivered from a melodic instrument made of polished carved woodWhat a beau
The flame flares, I see it reflected in your eyes  Or is it mischief? You take my hand and pull me Onto the dance floor as we Shift and sway to the beat, My hand in yours, trembling.
Its not protest  its just a disaster White people mad Because we don't call them master Black kids are broken because Some dont have a father All lives matter  black lives matter,
LOVE is like war: easy to begin but hard to end LOVE is showing you that we are there LOVE is showing u that I care LOVE is to be thought of LOVE is making u smile a mile wide LOVE is like a magical mystery ride
Inches of snow, flakes falling to the ground inevitably sticking to the ground A blanket in used condition with some wear tear is wrapped around a man The shoulders of a bruised, starved, and ill man treated as an animal, a hound
I waded in the waters of nostalgia, of heartbreak.   Dancing under the veil of midnight glamour, the ghost of laughter admist unkept promises.   Silence, fractured her,
She was found.   Strangled, beaten, chained, by holy words and humanity's god.
i found home in your heart but it stopped beating I pounded your chest with fists full of love I ripped up these new carpets i hated trying to find something worth fighting for
4 Quarters By: Darius Anderson Three quarters gone one more to go I can’t go on anymore My right ankle has been taken from my feet
He slept by my side, now his eyes are open wide. The last thing he sees, is a bloody image of me. I didn't mean him any harm, yet he cried out, sounding my mental alarm. It was her and me,
Julian! Oh, bruh act like he don’t hear me? Julian!   We got some unfinished business Bitch! Square up ‘n run that!
Ever since New York I tried to change my mind pushed away these little things and these little white lies. I was only 18 surrounded by fool's gold. I had no control as these fire proof clouds
Displaying consideration When it's the last thing you've deserved Bearing an open armed heart While forgetting the gossip I've heard Accepting every one of your burdens What strength you had shown
Now I sit here alone, as I cry and I write these notes. As I realize how much you love me; beaten down, stricken bone, up on the cross and you still told this cold and lonely world how much you love them.
Where should I begin?No one wants a world tour where you see all the ugly partsSo this won't be much of a tour.But let's pretend that in this world -Me -There is no ugly.
thoughts that kill thoughts of being not worthy  voices saying “no love will ever come”  trying to not give in  the voices sometimes stop  give the heart a break  before it breaks even more 
At the beginning, there was nothing No time, No matter, No passion Light was dark, Dark was bright Through the nothingness, Into the void Welcome e nvy...
My heart bleeds and cry But my eyes are dry I wish to weep But I feel so weak I've lost it all Oh what a mighty fall I sought for mirth and pleasure Fallen so hard without measure
The day of spring was gloomy   the mood was melancholy and grey my state of mind was rather despairing from all the negativity
Picked from the finest bush and blessed with a glorious fate, passed from One to Another only to be stowed away in a faceless glass in a nameless place… Never wilting and told to await
It was not her long, flowing blond hair, Nor her smooth flawless skin, Not her slim figure, Nor love at first sight Not a mere lust for a beautiful
I am something I wonder what I am I hear the clicking of heels I see the big, sparkly dresses I want to feel special I am something  I pretend to be a princess I feel pretty
I lived in a land of snow and stone. A warrior’s dream come true, A fight to be had around every corner.
once upon a time in a land far away a girl was afraid of   a stranger who did not belong and sisters who were fake   maybe just one, she says taking the pill with a swig of water
I miss you, why did you leave me?  Was it time for you to go or was it just time for me to grow?  Did you know that you had to go?  Because I wasn't ready for the show. I wasn't ready for the pain. 
At first, I thought I was born to do this. It took a while to realize that mole was not, in fact, just a mole.
In a land far away not that long ago there was a girl named rapunzel with hair the shade of gold   and she was bold you see because in the land of lost souls the only thing to watch your back was the drifter you called your shadow she stood up to
Once upon a time there was a girl name Anna. Waking up one morning with a white streak in her hair, Not knowing why, she went to ask her sister. However; her sister never came to the door.
Once upon a time, a miller lied to the King“My daughter can spin straw into gold” he utteredHis imagination turned wild: eyes glittering“But what am I going to do?” she shudderedThe girl was locked up in a room!
With my prominent chin, Dyed hair, And closed lips, I glanced at my stepsister.  
Evil stepmother’s reflection Heading in the Hunter’s direction Wanting a heart Nil will set her apart Expending any bill
I touch thy skin, I feel thy air, I grasp thy hand, and hold tight, To the weight of your life.  You welcome the past as a dear friend, as it knocks  So heavily, it knocks to ensure
Many trials have come my way But let me say, if I may That Jesus has been there through it all when chains bind me and make me fall He rescues me and reminds me that he is the one I can always call
"Sleep on it," sage advice. As I tumble and trip, struggle and rip myself apart from within - anxiety-coated. Caught in sleep, only to wake upon another's idea of what shall save me.
The quiet maiden dusts her laundry with an adept flick of wrists and a resounding SNAP as she flings the cloth with a calm grace over the clothesline.
I suppose the Disney writers re-invented me as a mermaid in order to be more appealing to children The harsh reality of how such a wonderful world could be sad, isn't exactly a children’s story
 As everything goes underneath me  As deep breathes  go nowhere to save me  Anxiety is my bestie  And I eat panic attacks for a snack  I feel attacked  I live with fear  I live with a pain in my chest 
  I feel like a fish out of water  I can't breathe  I can't breathe when you touch me like that  Scars that bone deep  Bruises the color of bright flowers  Purple , blue , yellow,  Printed on me 
The fairy tale is a powerful thing. It has the power to pull you into a world that only you have the chance to partake in. However, you realize reading the story that you can see the man behind the mask.
Everywhere I look is a sea of faces, silent shadows peer from afar judging, listening, watching.   A peculiar group in black emerge not a glimpse of white to be seen. Lights flicker as they walk,
A fake smile But for it to be real, I'd walk a mile Damp eyes Only hate and lies A broken heart Falling apart A troubled brain Sick of this pain It hurts to stay
Cops, rocks, locksMothers weeping, brothers seekingA gone sibling, friend or daughterFamilies, sirens and preachers wailin’-Howling, blubbering, sobbingBut Luther King said keep on prayin’.  Burnt, beaten, blastedThose 4 dead bodies layAn’ 23 more
Like pictures of paintings I try to remember my dreams   I remember, but only embers of the flame remain To claim the blurred images of beasts  
"After surviving an estimated twenty four million one hundred and five thousands six hundred seconds which is roughly 279days inside the red obstacle filled river without opening my eyes, talking or even walking,I was just breathing and I'm not re
Rapunzel, Let down your hair Allow your locks to flow free, As your curls cascade down the tower   Your follicles fall gracefully,
The Princess and the Pea Once upon a time in a far away land, lived a princess fair and fine.  Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky. 
I am seventeen, Latina, born in San Juan. I went to school there then here. I am the only Latina in my class.
She fell from my arms into the burnt rose bush. Ashen peddles covered most of her in clouds. As she lay the charm I knew dims. The spark of life left her eyes. All that remained was a dull blue gaze into the sun.
Cindy rella knew this fella , Dipped in gold for beauty sold, Cooked and cleaned yet she dreamed, Of a kiss that she couldn't Miss.
Hypnotized by the reality, Still after soo many years, My Misty eyes remained silent. The susurration only had confirmed my doubts. The memories still haunting me all night.
Innocent!! Ready to explore, the urge rush, the wind blow, The sound of the heart, the rush of anger Willing to feel, thy mistake for ever made Bruised for giving, thy depth explored,
The gusts dance upon my face and clasped hands as I sit there, waiting. The glaring sun beads into my eyes as I lean forward leaning on my knuckles. My gaze falls to the concrete bellow as I slip from reality.
You all know it: The man who indulged in Everything he could get his yellowing nails on. From bread to cheese To Meat to women.
this is a world where notthatmuch lives and notthatmuch goes on but there ‘s one quiet girl who lives in a stupid little shack made of unfortunately:hair
Her eyes dance across the sheet, She struggles to catch it as it reaps, It says the things she wouldn't dare, And she turns it into notes floating in the air.
sleight of hands sending messages shades of colour sending shades of hope the running pencil makes us slow yea slow to fight, keen to change dainty images sharper than light
Night and day Day and night Sleep till dawn Sleep till night Sleep forever Never to awake Loves first kiss doth this curse break
-.Once upon a time, there was crafty red cow who had dreams to start her own business. She was friends with a lemur, a tiger, and a donkey   One day a passer by asked to buy some ice cream. The cow had an idea.
Written down in history Beautiful and fair They say they lived happily ever after or so they thought But, no one knows what was done in the dark  
Take in That breath Sink slowly Bottom rest   Still limbs Still mouth But restless In thought Take two Back one Repeat Repeat   Fight back
Written down in history Beautiful and fair They say they lived happily ever after or so they thought But, no one knows what was done in the dark  
Mercury, Venus, Saturn, All the planets, the same pattern, If we listen to their patter, Our world is bones from their matter. The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
Drowning in her lonesome, amid in her cottage full of chocolate walls, the old woman lust for attention. Her decor of vibrant sweets in and out of the house,
Maybe if I were fast enough I'd finally outrun the tortoise.   I've studied closely: patience is key, patience is key; and yet, he just doesn't understand that speed is what I'm built for.  
How is a raven like a writing desk? I shall never know. Yet it dances around my head, Making a home in deep recesses of my mind.   That is until I met her, My dear Alice.
Fairytales are the biggest deceivers of them all,and these are the greatest liesthat we have been telling our daughtersfrom when they are so very small.
Let's get back to being human As we lost it some way back We devolved to war and warrior; Let's regain the human track Let's get back to being human It's who we're meant to be
Dressed in silk, dancing with lowborn ilk, His suit the color of foaming milk,
Flitter, flutter, butterfly in the butter. Aunt, aunt, ant in the sugar. Apple, raffle, snapple in the bottle.
Prince Ali Mighty is he Living in deception Strong? No, weak Mighty not he
Red is the feeling you get when he says your name It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you Red is the way your mind is racing
history must cry posterity must judge we lay aflown on the winds of the past me thinks that we are here 'cause it happened there . whispers from behind bellows akind the wind constitute
And so he asked me do i Do it for the love or the fight Both honestly we all tryna make It in this world choose your path  And to each yout zone mine so happens To be a vibe Music its like a blood
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
Once upon a time...   Not so very long ago Before the wind had come to blow A girl who lived with long blond hair Came to finally see the snow.   To her delight, and her mother's fright
My heart is fine This helps pump the blood through my veins My spine is healthy This helps me to walk or stand at the upright My body is relaxed This is because I know I am healthy
I am warmest when I am wrapped in you   I recall the whispered dreams we share, curled so close together we take the space of one.   Your whispers will always be, the beat to which I set my rhythm.
Where am I going? Where have I been? Where am I headed? Where have I stayed? Where have I grown? Where have I diminished?
Once upon a time, He was freedom, grace, and everything in between Clad in a fluorescent green suit and daring smile, His hands full of acceptance with a sense of comfort.
Once upon a time I would have said "no" but I wasn't in control, and I never was in control. Because when you pinned me down in the cold dungeon you call a bedroom, there was no escape.
once upon a time,  an old woman with wrinkled hands held out an apple. “try it. take a bite.” snow white smiled, shook her head. she pushed the apple away.
Sitting on her throne, the Queen admired the empire she had built for herself.
Come to the library, Come to the dorms, Where students cram knowledge into their brains. Come where af ectionate teachers help prepare you for the world. Listen to the pages flip and the keyboards clicking.
I’m rarely seen But I make sure I am heard   I work with death I warn others of upcoming losses You can hear my wail loud and clear  
I'll never know why she ever said those things. Around the girls ears she left large odorous rings. And with every nasty word it would leave a small scar that felt infected and resembled the color of tar.
On Beauty and Desire
“Amazing,” he breathes, eyes bright,
I'm standing on my own I'm different than them I don't need glory or money I need honor I need to prove more of myself I'm a rolling stone And what I need the most Is what I have the least
Drop dead gorgeous, features strong, yet soft to the eye. A presence wrapped in truthful bliss. She is #wcw, nah, she is #wce. Everyday, I hit that IG heart, tryna get to her heart, knowing she hasn't been made aware of me, just social media me.
Tears down my cheeks run in streaks.  All the time I wasted, 72 hours to be exact.  481 pages more to complete. Yet I compose a poem instead.  It's not my fault I couldn't finish, it's my guests.
Once upon a time There was a little girl Her eyes shined brighter than the Sun in the morning  She was the Moon and I was the stars Adoring her light
There once was a girl who lived in the sea. She lived with six sisters and dad, And though she was not sad, She also did not find herself to be happy.  
Throughout the years Cinderella watched as pedestrians passed, Blood dripping off her hands from her actions. Her victim wept, Her tears red
1. Perhaps, the gold wedding band that adorned her finger was his warrant, To pummel and trammel the woman he vowed to love; In sickness and in health.
1. My black is not boundless, It will not overflow And drown my heart in a dusky sea. So I am able; To love and be loved.
Let the sky clear with southern winds To push the soil across my dusty home Please, please do not bury these
The Little Mermaid shimmers and sings Floating upon the surface A new species of Jellyfish? Inquisitive Mermaid swims up the water column
1. Until death comes; We may never realise the true beauty of life, The treasure in a simple hello, Even the luxury of a warm hug; May to us; go unnoticed.
They say dead men tell no tales But your story is timeless. Just a man, a concept, An alien being Who made galaxies shiver, Heads turn, Finally returned to stardust.
Holding some cheese in his mouth, The fox sat down to feast. A crow flew by to spy, perched on a branch in a tree.
She is my heart. The sun rise that wakes me. Our love never parts. She is the current that takes me. My life couldn't be any better. I put my heart and my love in this letter.
One man, One girl, One beast, Hoping to feast Enters the beast.  The least to resent her, Townspeople enter At the center  Look delicious  And also suspicious as can be.
I finished my essay It's a lot to say Maybe the message was heard It'll soar like a bird A story undeterred More like thoughts slurred I may be a clown But you can't make me frown
It whispers to me like the wind whispers through the trees.  It calls to me as a mother calls for her children. It seeks the dark attention in me as a shadow seeks home in corners.
Red rivers ran over cobble stone steps. 
She dreamt of his sunset eyes, his their blue and starlit skies.   He dreamt of the past's pale roses, her fair yet seductive poses, Together, Apart, Past, Future.  
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful black queen, Genesis, they called her.  She'd been through more trials and tribulations than you've ever seen. Her innocence, stolen. A white man, with no decency.
The small town she grew up in became engulfed in flames Memories burnt to ashes Buried among forgotten names She desperately wanted to run, but a voice called her to stay
I'm surrounded by pills. They would be so easy to swallow. I don't even need water. I have pills on my nightstand right next to my books. I have pills on the counter  right next to my tea.
A crisp wind blew beside the quiet town, Darkness covered his thoughts as he gazed into the horizon,
I walk through the woods seeking a rose,  for a lovely maiden waiting back home.     As I trudge through the brush, 
Don't you ever wonder where he is if he even thinks about you everyday if you are the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last thing before he goes to sleep   You're young and so is he
Dark umbra throughout  Vanishing perspective  Tucked away toxic troposphere  The day not gay but grey and glum    Sun gone by long smog  Overcoming the cloudland  A dense layer of cold 
I am trying to make a friend That can hear my heart The one to understand The one who don’t deceive me Who have no selfish interest in friendship But I can’t find one  
Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
     Once upon a time, in a concealed land where no man near to wander, a necromancer who settled in his compact cabin with worn out logs kept him protected from the outdoors. The man with no name had 
It was not the act but the feeling: Intoxicated by the way feet glided across our small favela, the floor almost as black as my skin.
Once upon a time... There was a girl with hair of a deep crimson and eyes a deep sea blue Her body was slim and usual Until her tail of some strange sea-creature began at her waist
Green is all around us. Green grass and trees. Green plants and some veggies. Retired and working. Young and old people working. All surrounded by green. The paper in circulation is green.
The Tiny Kitchen Maid By Kaelynn Calac She be nimble,  she be small Her smile bright, complection dull With eyes of ice and hair of straw That Tiny Kitchen Maid She works all day, spares her play
Balancing on an oakwood stepping stool,I wiped at the mirage of colors on the grease stained windows.Another one of my "chores",Placed on my ebony tresses by my stepmother.Crystallized like warm honey on the outside,
Sometimes, we have wolves around us Tearing into our lives like vicious reminders That the real world…bites back That night my grandmother died
A woman walks with her little Boy. There is smoke Coming out of her cigarette. Don’t you know how Easily you can blow up this place.
Mr Pride S. Dust Self eulogy is an ill choice Its a steep down the slope The arrays of pride-scope Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft
a month has gone by she's still gone a way not a trace nor a lie it hurts less everyday no call note or knock not a sound she gave she left us in shock when she went a way
Whether it be grims or just a fairy tale What really happened in the end, not many people can tell Different variations, scattered around time Like was Jack a good boy or did he really commit a crime
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats Like a spoon full of sugar While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
In trees tall, and forest dense Lurks and waits a handsome prince For the song from along the trees That floats upon the chilly breeze.
We all are different from one another CREATing things such as one another Inevitable animal-like traits in which others would have to Just WAIT To see. You see?  This creature never saw the beauty 
Stepping out onto the red carpeted glass steps of the staircase, Sparkling yellow heels clink with each step Shimmering, glistening, golden ball gown flowing behind her
  I see you being lonely your always so lonely your always walking away from me what I did wunt even that bad, stop acting like a fool and boy stop being anti boy stop being anti yea boy stop being anit I tried to say I'm sorry 
once upon a time... there was a small monkey on a key chain hook small brown with sparkly eyes, and a goofy name coconut and this small monkey on a key chain hook was not just an ordinary toy
Tomorrow they will be blue, Regardless of the color, They will always remind us of you.   Cherished in every way, Even during their fragile days, Flowers are Bright, Flowers are Cheerful,
To the person I was, the person I am, and the person I someday hope to be. To the person I carved out of my skin Out of my head to give it more room
Maybe we don't have to know; What's there to come in the future. And maybe ten years after everything We'll stumble upon each other again,  laughing about how we broke each other's heart.   Love,
leap; slide in the dust of clean floorslow motion, as a rubber band snapand sweet focusin courage; extensions of psycheundulate motion in air; space of starsrelease.hold tendons together; pull tight
Once upon a time in a rich kingdom Lived a newly crown princesss named Cinderella Cinderella had a hard life growning up But a little magic clean it up  But thats another tale Lets talk about a new Cinderella
Melodica laughter, thrill in her eyes, innocence cloaking her features.   She enters and with her a parade, emotions of inconceivable valor, emotions too new to name.  
You whisper delicate lines between each kiss I hung on like death   Everyting you do it toturous my passion burning within to the promised sunrise   The secret sweet
if time could stop where would you be? where would you go? near far somewhere inbetween   if time could stop  and all our worries melted away how would you spend it,
There’s a longing and a yearning deep within My soul cries and my heart rends from light to darkness I search for You My heart’s sojourn pleases You until You call me home once again
I lie beaten and bruised. My blood dies the snow. My wares have been stolen, save a tiny hidden bag.
Anastasia is an unofficial disney princess but nevertheless, she is my favorite one. The story revolves around her travels with a young man she doesn't realize she met before, in search of finding her family.
Think about this, How many times do you noticed the disasters that affect our world? Do you even care? Put this on your mind. We are all here together, we all breath the same air.
I want you to take your mind mind out of this goddam art god damn picture from any graphics design including King Skipa's art blugred design and THINK! THINK not about what
Once upon a time: for it only happened onceand the time isn't too specific(well, it is a fairytale). Once upon a time there was a princess. (there's always a princess)
Standing on the Ocean shore allowed water to brush his feet Bubbling froth wrapped around while sand underneath brought peace Never in a million years have chirping birds sounded so graceful
Tale as old as time True as it can be Barley even friends Then somebody bends unexpectedly Beauty fell in love with the Beast Because of his charm and loving nature
Never, he said, would I feel the pull of gravity on my skin, or the pains of growth in my bones.  Forever. Beauty preserved like a relic ship in a clear-glass bottle.
The times her curly hair flew as she walked Those brown eyes, wondering, waiting For someone to catch her From falling into an abyss of agony. This girl didn't want to grow up and face reality
Once upon a time, like every other fairytale ... There lived a shy, lovely , fifteen year old ... She had 2 lovers... One of them she had known every since she were little
I am not certain whether it's the tinsel or lights, but I do know this is more than just a tree.
She flies away  Blissfully, swiftly away Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take But not life, no Age is what she seeks
Depression is my best friend He says he'll always be there, even when the medication makes me hate him He says his favourite colour is red, and I ask him why
What would you do if one day, you looked in the mirror, but the person glaring back, wasn't you?   I mean, they looked like you. They had the same colored hair, the same marks on their face,
Dear Annabelle,
Evening's blanket falls over the world, a   Velvety field of violet.    Each star is a precious jewel,   Brightly shining, silver   Rays of hope.   
The sky is a painter's canvas,  Being painted over incessantly, That shows how dexterous  A creator's art can be.    Amaranthine watercolor fades to Viridian, malachite, green,
Pitch gloom, a darkening silence, Falls on colored wings Of ebony and ivory, defiance; A body in the gale sings The anthem of the sirens Upon Awakening.   The horizons, they die. 
Flight on the Track by Paul Babcock     We fly like horses across the ground. Feet rumbling, legs aching, sweating. The gun shoots and we are off.
As a child, fairytales were one sided. I never had to think, they were always just provided. Now I start to wonder through the meaning of it all, if  the tall tales told to me were the way the went at all.
Dear Grandma, I just thought you should know what I’m doing now I am a strong person who spends a lot of time trying to get by. I just thought you should know how I’m feeling
A desire to be free is felt by all her children. Yet, she alone is chanting "Give me liberty, or give me death," as she holds up her burning torch high in the night sky in her right hand, and tablet in her left.
I am rushing to the palace My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing I have my big blue gown and my hair tied up with my glass slippers I look through the carriage window- we are almost there
  By, Zac Simons     Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering
Believe in me darling, for i am your sanity A piece of tranquality in a world full of ability The hope of a nation to become one The dream of a fatherless child kissing his son
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Naked skeletons. Hollow eyes. Gnarled joints. All in line for “shower” time. I was just following orders. Branded like cattle. In line like sheep for slaughter. Already dead.
Every single day without fail a voice would blare out the words to an anthem that we loyally repeated, Right hand over our heart Left hand behind our back
  Dear Uncle sam,  Why do you see me as a threat,  My brown skin is only a fear to the sun. I manifest in moon,  the phases in which my people fear your blood.  
The great I know is the one that tells the thieves' liesPeace and happiness you decide your own lifeBut once lives are taken for reasons of the unknown Concepts such as hatred, as to detest our natural skintoneThey say I might die tonight, I might
I've never been much of a patriot,   I'm pretty apathetic when it comes to everything.  
A fallen flag can't stop me from falling for you.Even after all the discrimination and racism I still find myself proud to be called an American.
Living under the 50 stars, Hoping and searching for the American Dream, A nice family with a nice house with a nice car, Walking down the street with a soda and some change, Stop there!
A beautiful pride loitered in the air The day our dear Americ was born Ecstasy lit the eyes of her people Shining as bright as the mid-summer sun Twinkling as delicate as the stars
It comes suddenly, doesn't it? That feeling, that prickling sensation, crawling across the nape of your neck.
Everybody wants to be a Nigga, until the Police show up, then they go back to being White.
Strawberry stories at a summers end  quickly turn sour at the touch of spoiled milk. The sun slowly setting as the end of new beginnings die
Who am I ?
What does my soul want? You see if my soul wants something... The very thing that makes me, me... If it's crying out for something…
If you knew that I liked you How would you proceed? If you knew how much I desired to Be with you, Would you still love me? If only you seen what I seen when I first met you.
The wall is up. The barbed fence stands A barrier to the Promised Land. The guards do watch and seek a fight. The dogs are fierce and long to bite. A man who's poor and looks to hope
The beauty of those oppressed by those with money. You often wonder if they think you're funny. If being poor and having to rely on the next paycheck is a reason to be scorned.
There's a party, Everybody is lit, Drinking and Smoking, Posting pics with their new outfits.   Party in a mansion, Tables turning with red cups,  My team need a coupple hook-ups,
What do we do? When all we see, is just fighting, in the land of the free?   an elephant wants this, yet the donkey wants that, yet speak of compromise you'll be laughed at  
Looking out the window, I watched as the green leaves billowed in the breeze Even as I did, I envied them their freedom And carefree nature Their immobility seemed not to bother them
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela   The squeaky wheel Ran loud   As ten pounds of beans
 In a world where children are obliteratedBy chemical weaponsWhere strikes rattle the brains and deafenThe sleeping innocent are threatenedA man faces ArmageddonYet, He claims tears of joy for his twins are in heaven
She starves herself to only look as skinny as the girl standing next to her, She forces herself to binge and purge and binge and purge, a vicious cycle that not only eats away at her body,
Author: Tangie Harris Title: Flowers Look out there, what do you see? Hopefully within that garden I see a particular flower for me. A handsome flower, with roots
I am a black woman. I am the resistance No matter what you try to do to me, I’ll always resist Life...or death. My body is the resistance.
Say you're a generous man Gave me a home  Then destroyed my innocence.  You justified your shame with the actions you forced upon me.    Scaring memories  With every word you speak. 
No matter how hard i try to conceal this shame.I can’t silence the echountil I know the sourcefrom which it came.It emanates from close by.Yet this source of the soundconveys a meaning I don’t recognize.What does it mean?“The only value you find i
(Verse one) Here we, here we go again-doing the same old things, living the same old trends. I want something new, gimme a brighter view. I’m tired of a sky that’s blue, perhaps a purple hue?
When I called her beautiful, I didn't just say it. I let it flow from every pore in my skin, every square inch of soul.  The word flowed swiftly over my lips like a waterfall, 
Baby, we are one flesh,Truly, we are man and wife;Baby, we are one flesh,The best ministry in my life.  
Imagine a world so unlike this one Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines, And no one experienced the sinking jolt Of panic caused by bad touches Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers
Japanese bombers. Hijab in the airport. Black man with a Gun. Images conjure fear. But shouldn't. Let's change things. Let's change fear into acceptance, into love, into bravery.
"Oh say can you see...," We're living in a land that is still not free. They kill sons of our mothers No "Sons of Liberty" Can stop the deaths of our brothers,
I walk across the hollow deck       placing my hand           on the railing               of the bow and I gaze       across the sea.   I close my eyes  and breath one
All the fun is just past the golden gatesAlong the crowded pathAfter the souvenir shops Behind the mouse statueBefore the fun ridesWith many excited peopleIn the packed centerFor group picturesAround the large, white castle With many enjoyable cha
Uninspired Unwelcome America has never been great I banged my head against walls To get out of school Because I couldn’t face my abusers anymore
 <p>Where flames of crimson </p> <p> Once graciously licked our homes </p>  <p> Springs forth a new hope </p>
Comb through your luscious, red hair, And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire, Betwixt the very sand and sky— I could just cry, For in due time, I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
Sweet Summer nights, Spent with you by the lake at your side, Your enigmatic smile, Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.   I have a cherry colored vendetta,
What happened to the time when people made it a point to say hi and happiness didn't come from a buy and children were seen playing outside Life wasn’t about me me me but rather a time of love and simplicity
How can we say we live in the land of the free while the homes of the brave are being taken away            How can we ignore the illness and poverty suffered so immensely
This rain It's been falling for centuries Blessing his son And cursing land This rain has been there for generations Blessing this son And still cursing that land
I'm writing this one And dedicating it to you. All I have, just for you. This keeps baffling me I mean when? when? When will I, be able to compensate, all your efforts to make me?
standing at the mirror and i look like a shell of myself skin stretched over bone, barely hanging on, but so am i dark circles reflecting dark corners of my mind that attack me at night like monsters playing hide and go seek impossible to catch i
I see the world With it's fury and pain. It fights every move we make, Pushes against us until we break And then some. I see the world In all it's passion and glory
We all are in a warzone, And the enemy is closing in, Surrounding us with armies, But we aren't done with him. This is war, and it's not fun, But the battle's just begun,
The bristles swayed softly in the breeze. While the canvas was so bare, her mind was running free. There it is! A spark! She reached out to grab it and pull it close. On this new adventure she would embark.
Baby, I will always love you like no other. Though words can't capture these feelings, the few I have come from the deepest parts of me. Like a loving bear, I will cross the oceans for you.
Madness? The fog hung low, but their spirits were twirling above, absorbed in a type of relation that could only be described as complete.
White hoods Confederate flags Burning crosses Callin’ us “fags” Vicious and violent Even if they can’t reach us. But we don’t stand a chance If those who could help don’t show up,
Sometimes you just gotta let things burn. Sometimes, you just gotta let the world burn. Then, you know, something may rise.   
I’m tired of everything Tired of not being able to sleep Living through hardships that put a man in the ground so deep; Losing everything he thought of in the matter of days
when I was little I used to dream of being married and living Happily ever after, a Queen that sits on her throne with Pride glittering in sparkling daylight, shining blue, pink, silver, and golden
America? Known as a nation reborn, Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes. We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on, There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
Dear America, I miss our sunlit days and endless lawns, The way dusk lit up our concrete suburb. We held hands in the perfumed grass that night.
  I told u I was fine All I need is a glass of water To take some pills I never knew u cared Your eyes were blank with blackness That was all I needed 
As the first snowflake falls All you can do is recall The precious times you have seen Moreover, think of the most wonderful time being The time when you walk freely Sitting alone peacefully
That feeling you get when they touch you, A sensation from another entity with the same intentions as you. A memory formed of promise and love, A gift of indulgence sent from above.
That four corner flag, see it fly
Decayed, despaired, destroyed after years of abuse at the claws of a monster, a broken state of mind reinforced by a broken state of being, unable to prosper. Spoken in Satan’s charming tongue,
"More, more." They say, "More, more." These voices won't stop This emptiness won't be filled enough "More, more." These voices continue to say, "More, more." More of what? More friends.
This house is made of eggshells As far as I can see, shards, everywhere, littering the ground, waiting to stun and snap and break into even more tiny bits just waiting... waiting to dig and find their mark.  
Our hearts have been carved with silver spoons Slice, slice, carve away as they laugh, the goons They cheese as they prosper, increasing our power Meanwhile their smiles fail to hide their glower  
Just yesterday I stood among some people in the square, Old Glory waved above us on a fireman’s ladder there. She had been hoisted to remind us all of where we are,
I walk along the Mississippi shore  wondering more and more why the gulf is ever so murky and the sand so dirty  for years I saw over time why its tides don't shine It reminds me of the masses
Man, why does life got to be like this? Locking the car every time I cruise in the whip Quicker than Trayvon Martin got hit Swifter than Eric Garner got choked out in the streets by the pigs 
When dawn arrives, the sun will rise, and the light will shine so bright, trying to greet the fleeting night.   It leaks gold in most places, and fills eery dark spaces,
Oh, say, can you see, blinded by the tear gas By the dawn's early light, shining through our body bags as we lay on the street, hitting our 3 hour mark What so proudly we hailed
As one we are Americans Individually we shape America We bleed red We feel blue And our white bones break under similar burdens  
All I see is people running Mothers and kids screaming every time a gun go off Bombs dropping like they’re basketballs out of a hoop The fire scent of gun smoke everywhere
Sometimes flawed, sometimes perfect we all know that we are worth it. In the end we lend a helping hand And help each other in need all the while  the world rejoices, with me. You, and all of us. 
There are cracks in this cement, some big, some small. Some more noticeable than others. These cracks, caused by erosion. Worn away by the very thing it dreads.
I just love to eat! 'Tis quite a joy beyond compare, To eat so many different kinds of food From every known and unknown part of the world, Ice cream with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry,
The emptiness which filled the vacuum of space, Stood lonely and without anything to do, So God decided to create something worthwhile. He spoke into being a divinely brilliant light,
It lives inside, searching for warmth Lurking, slithering, hiding - a presence to many yet a stranger to All Alone in the shadows, it fears for its life, Searching, Searching, Searching, desperately seeking a way out - 
Should I be afraid to walk outside because underneath my clothes is a black man inside?  Who is the child underneath the white sheets being gun down while playing with his toy in the streets?   A mother is crying, down on her knees, for her child'
Should I be afraid to walk outside because underneath my clothes is a black man inside?  Who is the child underneath the white sheets being gun down while playing with his toy in the streets?   A mother is crying, down on her knees, for her child'
You tell me holding hands isn't your thing. My stomach starts to rise through my arteries up my lungs until our hands drop.
Downtown, there’s this intersection where the same man would stand and sell newspapers every day, smiling.   He would wave at me every afternoon,
Her mother always joked, "Mija eres hecha en México pero producida en los Estados Unidos."Darling you were made in Mexico but produced in America.It was a family joke.But not quite a laugh when you learn the truth behind this story.A preg
Everyday I wear a smile I go out into the sun and I shine right along with it I'm loud and exciting, like a one man circus I joke and I laugh with my friends I have fun and I enjoy myself, just like everyone else
Africans, Mexicans, Indians, Eskimos, Ricans,  Indians, Chinese, Anglos and so much more..... Thats America to me. Not the corrupt streets hat lock a man 
Locked in my dreams I saw you disappear Helpless and scared I didn't know what to do I walked in the rain In desperation to wash away the pain But it was all in vain Because i didn't gain
With you by my side I feel strong and never backslide You are over there and i am over here So faraway yet so near The pain and agony we endure eveyday Brings love and harmony in every single way
Someone asked me who am I to be, I told them I don't know but you will see. They say what do you fear, I say nothing stopping I fear losing. They say what's your passion,
I think the first time I noticed that love tears us apart Was when I finally experienced it first hand It can be a beautiful thing with all those newborn feelings and fluttering stomachs
loving one who loves another can break you in half as you wither I wither away when he smiles at her everyday   I am in love with his eyes brown and warm he may speak lies
There are dreams you cannot dream, There are songs you cannot possibly sing.   Days of angels, Nights of ravens, you will never kiss, For that hearts you will not know, Nor see.
Crowded pathways, cameras rolling, court's ruling, Do they know I'm just a child? School is school, does it matter if I'm black or white. I bleed the same color, Why does it matter if my skin is brown?
In contemporary belief. A archer went to a shaman for relief. A answer to ease fear of thoughts. Finding his way home, the trail of war became too much.
A year is colors is something that can blur around you It starts off in the cold winter months, with blues and grays, and whites before it moves to the dusty brown and pale greens of spring
One day I want to find a world Far away from this one With impossible cliffs High above the clouds With a terrain of impossible soil
There's a plague of insanity among us Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant? A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
      I have a pain so mysterious that I can not name it;
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
Undue:I can't undue this discoloration of my Pigmentation.Undue the prehistoric times that has many untold stories on repeat...rewind.Undue my words of sorrow dream for hope for tomorrow.Undue these chains like the crack they pumped in our veins.U
Bullying seems only to me to be The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me You laugh at me, you push and shove, I run home crying, to pray to the man above Ask him to help, in any way he could
A personal piñata To bring to a breaking point As the piñata cracks Hands grab and the shell is left empty Grades Emotions Love It is snatched from the broken halves Hard work is pointless Piñata are replaceable  M.M
Chained to the ground, accept it Live it Chin to your chest Tears stream down your face You count your days till emancipation   Hope in your heart, deny it Escape it Head up high eyes to the sky Chains rattle as you struggle You count your days ti
His name was Agape. He had a fascinating mind. It was dark but when beams of light would shine through the broken glass that had sunk deeper and deeper into his skull over the years, it was beautiful.
When a girl cuts her pink ribbons off her hair    she is given the chance of freedom, adulthood, and the chance to save her innocent soul   it is her choice to 
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
I see wisdom
I can see the grass grow higher -Oh how must this life come easy To grow as the wind blows -If only it was as swift to rest in peace
When you jokingly say “ohmygod I hate you!” And I say laughing “I hate me too so it’s all good” You may be joking, but I’m not  
in the middle of night under the light of the moonlight facing a car light made me hold myself tight   memories of you suddenly rush into my mind the voice of you
I have always had trouble looking at the "big picture"Not that I couldn't imagine a big picture frame But i couldn't see what filled it
Buried was his presence in the warmth of the smoke, And burning his head, in the flames of sickness, His brain ashing out fervor of choke, His bones, underneath, melting of weakness.  
Early morning The sun is still rising The fields are still blanketed With spider's webs That the morning sunlight Shine directly through Glistening like diamonds Heavy with kisses of dew
Roses & Violets By: Brianna Jackson Roses are red Violets are blue I am African American What would you do?
Even though tomorrow is uncertain I still march forward with hope and passion Though I might be down I still look forward with a mighty fire burning inside I march forward because the future holds the keys to great doors
Meeting people left and right Holding on to who I am so tight   I walk into her class “She’s so mean. She’s so cruel” “Children’s tears, that’s her fuel” I ignored what they would say
It comes around every year but January 2016 was one like no other. I had new goals, new experiences, higher expectations and I was ready to go further.   My first semester of college was already in the books
Eric Swearingen                                                        EARLY MORNING FOG   Walking to school in the morning, A day in fall where the fog devoured the streets
  I was a latent volcano with lust to erupt only I didn’t know it, the sides of my mouth curling upwards in grotesque clown grins
The rays of light scatter throughout the room As I take a deep breath I feel the light It slices my cold pale skin I sit there On the floor
In my vision I see Children on swing sets Laughing with joy Chasing each other on turf   In my vision I see A little boy who falters
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk Listen whilst I remember, recall Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet For he was never such a declious trait Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
There are green trees but buildings right beside them  There is wind but buildings blocking it  There are birds but buildings taking away their homes  Without the buildings there would be  A forest 
As I crawled on my skinless knees,  On your un devoted grounds of love. I wasn't ready Your aim was steady, Possessed by the intensive curiosity of life.
There is A Sunflower, Yellow, Bright, and Bitter.   The colossal wave in the horizon Smashed The border lines of Morality.   The Right and The Wrong  Battle The life ahead. 
The Clockwork of Change   Gears are grinding and springs are creaking, as copper teeth clash into fiery sparks. Numbers stand in
As each day rolls around, It brings up some facts, quite profound  The day before yesterday; Clouds glide over bold black sky  Even the stars , at long last die, They then fall from the sky.
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
I talk to you from far away While you wait far away You are a distant thought Yet an intense memory You are always there
I’m laughing, smiling, Dancing like I own the world at age seven. Stars handpicked like strawberries for only my eyes to eat Nothing could tear me down.  
Time is an illusion drenched in space. Unyeilding. Unending. It stares you in the face. Look away and it does not. For if it did you would vanish without a trace.
I wish I had a photographic memory so that my mind could take snapshots  of the vividness before me the collections of saturated thoughts are ever present   I recollect the luminous glow of the heavens
As she contacted my eyes, her words lost their purpose and gravity, becoming dulcet echoes, gradually drowning in the mellow sea of my subconscious reality.
To be, to be a tree There are many trees, trees are tall and trees are small  There are many trees that are smaller than others miles and miles they grow  Dose any one ask, how do you get there?
This is a poem about a poor boy, who does not do; but starring at the roof.  In the year 2016 he only goes to school, for fun and one day he saw one disable guy,
The light screams in my eyes, as I stand on the stage. Today was the day, for it was Graduation day. With a lump of stone lodged in my throat, I take my first step stridding past the podiam.  
I've been everywhere, Although my body ain't been here or there My mind has traveled everywhere. I lived on the South Side for nine years And the North Side for eight, But that really ain't right. 
My father stumbles in Feet tripping over- Heel toe, heel toe At a quarter to 2 -Am, of course   My mother is asleep in her bed
From the first moment I saw you, I fell for you more and more with  every wave... Until one day the tide turned, and the waters got rough... You left me out there to drown, you watched me struggle...
A door A door with chips in the paint, reminded me much of 2016. A year full of dread, for me, that is. The knob shined as bright as a newborn star, representing the new year that was yet to come.
As seasons change, so too, do I. As the five yields to the six, a bell tolls, Somewhere, for no one but for me. I digress.  
Poco a poco you stole my heart As Kelis once sang, Before you, my whole life was acapella I found myself tone deaf, Singing hymns in hopes that I would soon find
I remember the days we spent together, Filled with laughter and endless adventure. I remember all the years that passed, Bringing us closer with each rising sun.
There was a shooting star So it had to be fate That I would let you fuck me   Romanticism isn't dead John Mulaney, a walk in nature, 
Passing seasons never falter Ink inscribed skin ever after Heart ache a burning volcano I hear a bird's song of sorrow How can I rise from this abyss When all I want is to remiss The torturous emotions
F-A-T-H-E-R I wish I could define this term I wish I knew what it was like to have one I wish I could save up my money and buy one I don't even know what I would do with one
"Wake Up Neo. "The Matrix has you."   Digital Mind Control. Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
Give me a year  I'll exploit it.  I will gladly take advantage.  I will stretch  and squeeze it  and slow down  and freeze it  as much as I can manage.  A year is a precious gift 
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.   I made myself waffles with the waffle iron I convinced my mother to buy when I was twelve, with a side of fruit I bought at a road side produce stand. 
So rare like the blue moon with a once in a lifetime experienceso is the moment i first set my eyes on youlike an aurora in the the horizon Releasing a song of light and night and half lightO dimmed glory babbling under the span,I knew your name b
I- am who I- am I am thunder- and I am lightning- I crackle, pop, and sizzle. Nothing can phase me You insult me I bear it- You- hate me I- don't give- A damn! You see me now, I- still don't give-
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who  I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair  and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
The clock ticks and ticks and ticks.Another year has passed.A new one has arrived,But the only difference is in me.Oh, how I have changed. I've grown tired,so tired.And my future stares me down. 
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
2016 was the place to be, as it was such a great year for a future musical career, My band won 6th place to a regional display, the highest place the school had ever lay,
You taught me how to walk and you taught me how to talk You loved me when I didn't love myself, you taught me how to keep my head up  You taught me how to be me, but it just wasn't good enough. 
I am from a place where you hear a helicopter and police siren every single night.
Time, such a mysterious component of  life,  yet a necessary and unstoppable force that, we must live with, growing older and with distant memories.   The past, a mere memory, of things long since passed.
White pillows, beeping, a rush of fluids in my arm.  Oblivion. It is the dawning of a new year, but I am stranded In this room, awaiting the sentence, the doom, the judgment.   They put me down and replaced me.
Well, this past year hasn't been much of a nightmare for me, but it hasn't been easy.
The Pearl stuck inside rose Beauty is such a fine word to describe oneself But am I the pearl stuck to love for my health, See I am the pearl that no one seems to understand
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
Hola, Bonjour, Ciao, Guten Tag these are different ways to just say hello. It's marvelous and eye opening how languages have an impact on our lives. Without them we wouldn't have different
Sereneness. I can feel the warm sun beating down on my face. I take a deep breath of the clean lake air. My paddleboard rocks gently to the comforting waves.
Death is the separation of body and soul, But wherever you go, the angels will still sing.  Why? Because God gave angels free will. And once upon a time an angel was captured by a demon inside,
Sometimes you get scared he'll replace you with someone better. You know he lies and fill up your head, But you want to stay for the better. People say he ain't gone never change, But you want to think otherwise.
When we crossed paths, There was already a connection You caress me with your voice and penetrated me with your words You aroused me with your knowledge and made me throbbed with your touch
Being naïve is a gift   It is as if you are asleep, with the peaceful sheep   But you are to be awakened from this  
Our mother is angry. She rattles in her sleep. There's a burning spirit among her. Her children, taking the heat.
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year Every word people said were just words that… Bounced off my ear   I graduated high school with a 4.0 Easy for me, everyone expected me to
I could write a poem that no onecould tell was for you. It would be about sparkly purpleeyeshadow brushed onto sensitive eyelids,Lucky by Britney Spears being replayedand the foul smell of burning hair
All my lifeI have never owned my own suitcase.   Every family trip or vacation I borrowed from my mother or even my father, in order to stow my belongings for the road ahead.  
Oh how the winds have changed all wind blows with the curviture of the earth but not all whip and burst in the same directions   Some winds dash throgh the trees and encourage leaves to dance
Riding on the back of a motorcycle Tress all around Mud splashing on my bare feet A feeling of excitement tingling through my body  
Her voice came frm Faraway; a distant place that nothing: water, air,  not even land could reach. Her voice was deep and broodin,  and it made the Sky fall apart at Its seams,
I spend the 2016 new year in the room that your smile would light like the fireworks outside, the room is dark now. Just thinking that a few weeks ago it was december.
  Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up. Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch Memories of thick, greasy pizza
BLACK LOVE I watched her... watched her as she slowly undressed.Supple Nubian Queen.My eyes rejoiced at her beauty,as she approached my sexuality. Our lips met. Wet, red hot lips.Our hips met.
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud I stopped more frequently than I had been walking. At first they would wait for me, But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
My love for him grew As I held my hand in his, With nicotine touch.   His strong arms held me And fingertips grazed my chin
I was a filter Taking in the darkness and unable to let go All light would pass through I tried to grasp at its intense unknowable beauty Because I knew it was precious and needed
     I'm not quite sure what it was, or when for that matter, but I began to bloom, so slow that it was not easily visible, and so foreign that it was almost unrecognizable.  I began to see stars and galaxies when I looked in my own eyes and I beg
I love you I replied. I wanted his future with mine. His carefully guided wisdom. His whole-hearted embrace. Imagine a life without.
Life is but a single day on a beachA series of wavescrashing, splashinga sun sinking just beyond our touchit goes black, we're toldit comes back, we're toldbut still we're here just a day
I see the lights flashing before my eyes They say my fight is up I am gone   I see nothing but white and big silver gates that say, "Gates of Heaven" I panicked no matter what I said no one would hear me
I used to be like that Erykah Badu song, Bag Lady I carried all of my luggage on my shoulders. My tall frame hung over loosely, Lacking confidence. My woes were gigantic boulders on my chest.
Heartbreaks come in many ways Family, boyfriend/girlfriend, or even just a friend Although mine falls under one of those categories, Mind differs a slight bit. Some call it sexist, some believe it's a true miracle
Seems like forever A boy with a Peter Pan face Walked into my life   A split across the people The candidates speak on TV A passion is born   Feel the Bern I’d shout
careless yet care ridden your lips dripping with honey so sweet you’re rotten to the core me, innocent innocence
Past was known for positives or negatives Past was known for intelligence and talent Past had rivals and relationships
I was the type, that held on, expecting the worst, unable to release myself, from what I presumed was safe. I would hid in the shadows, waiting to be cleansed by the rain, but,
Sunshine as unreachable as the future, Yet we all still reach for the sun. A future predicting to bask in the warmth Makes everyone seem to forget the distance.  
Self Destruction by Nestor G. Mendoza Looking back at my childish ways, lord knows of my devilish days.
Who am I? 
Like a wave crashing on the shoreIt came in increments, swallowing me whole.I tried to lift myself up, again, and again,And again,Yet the waves kept pushing me down.Help, I called, save me, save me, save...I was growing faint and weary,Delusional
You see, sending it takes multiple forms.  It means doing something out of the norm. It could mean Pulling into a fatty barrell or moshpits with a dozen warewulfs. All you need to do is go ham,
    You didn't have me in stiches at hello, but you had me in stiches not too long ago. This is a love story fraught with grief, Cause I'm caught up bewteen you two,  my first love and you.
I passed a test, but it wasn't a test I would want to pass. What do I do? Tell someone my mind is saying, but another part of me says keep it to myself. I just want to cry, but that won't make it better.
Promised Land   it was midnight on a windswept friday, early july, when i realized that my entire nation was a hand-me-down, a last-minute
As the sky began to fall into a dark blue,  the only thing on my mind was you All I could do was sit in reminiscent, even though I knew I shouldn't  Your soul was crushed by the harsh words that were said,
A letter to mi abuela,   I love you. Even if you hate that I say it in English sometimes, it still carries the rich rivers of tamarindo & mango juice. Your favorite.
My body furls under the pressure.My mind is absent and bosy aches with the concoctions of :sarrow and disappointmentstress and uncertaintytopped wtih :
I started 2016 scared and laughing I pulled the string of a noisemaker in the quiet of my room
Sheesh how the time goes by Before we were slaves being whipped day by day Now we can sue our current master for discrimination We can expand our knowledge through easily accessible education
I remember january like it was yesterday Joy sprouted within as hope of a great year penetrated my veins I was warmed not by clothing but by the fire inside me  
Some dream in color. Of their wishes, Their first love. Seeing fortune and serenity And a God above.   Others dream of darkness. Their phobias. And pain.
I remember when I was younger. I remember the cool breeze that greeted my face after a long day of running around in the summer heat. I remember my mother. 
The attack of a great fiend, As everything comes to an end, Black smoke fills the sky, Tears fill swollen eyes, Innocence disappears, Through the walls death peers, Fire burns at all costs,
The fear of being lost in a world, when you feel like you're fighting alone. The people you thought cared, fight against you. You thought you knew yourself, but don't recognize the person in the mirror.
Grieving does not even begin To sum up the pain I know you feel. The exuberance you felt inside your heart Was ripped from you without a thought. Without a feel... Without remorse...
2016 wasn't a rollercoaster, or a carousel, or a blind leap off of a cliff like they everyone says. This year was an ocean. The year I was born, we started the drive.
For being able to walk outside and look at the constellations, I am thankful. I spend hours outside tracing the stars with my fingertips, creating combinations astronomers haven't even thought of yet.
My Year in Poetry: The Politics of an Individual Morgan Tatum   I The Holocaust. And that’s not even the half of it.
When I think about the person I was a year ago, redemption comes to mind Because you see the past I only cared about protecting myself, Never put any bodies’ feelings before his, Even times when I was wrong
 I got this killa up inside of me I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary These bullies wont back off at school because they think they rule
See with arms wide, there is the moon, with light coming by your side, there is the moon 
Death comes calling me “Surrender little girl” in my sleep he echoed I do not respond back, Though life is too short He creeped into my life with these terrible things: Bullies, threats, and sexual assaults
From birth I've wanted to own them all beautiful things run my hands cracked, reddened over their edges consume them with green eyes fully endlessly  
  Love is being disowned from your family, and deciding not to be a measly child support check. Love is dropping everything and gathering the troops
I want to be goodI don't you to be goodI am trying to srive in lifeAlthough you are goneYour spirit still cast onI will smile I will continue to wait onI will smile I sleep till crack of dawnI will smileThese years has changed meBeing strong then
It’s a sad day when seeing the ones you love happy doesn’t make you happy anymore.   The feeling of perpetual loneliness slowly consuming you as you continue to search for a love that you’ll never find.  
Katrina DeKett Papered Love Poem   999. 1 more and peace.  Half over half, color side up.  1 more and peace.
My walls were built up so high and one day they were just…gone. The thoughts rolling around my head had no words to them. I forgot how to put my emotion down. I showed myself off like I had my world put together.
  When I was little, I used to love to sing. All the time in the house, there would be a tune in my mouth. Singing in the church is where I got my start.
My father once asked me Druhi, who do you want to be?  
Here I am today to tell you how much you shaped my life I am here laying under the shimmering stars looking back at the time you told me you’d always be there
What is it like to have the person that formed your arms, legs, and mind, that held you as you inhaled that first shaky breath and became you.
I lean on my shovel and survey the field after harvest. Way back in Spring, I had set out to clear the field of blackberries. At first I snipped them down, I trimmed the whole field.
The countdown states 699 days.It has been 699 days since he died,since I recieved a phone call.
I knew I needed it It was like a drug  I craved it with every ounce of my being. I didn't mean to hurt anyone I'm sorry if I got in the way How could I know that one little taste would hurt?
Bloodless   If in designation we find substance, We are neither truly rich nor poor.   I know what you see when you look at me. At least I fear as you.
A dance of ivory Marble stands frozen before me, and it snatches my scarce Attention to show a simple but detailed Woman with an attractive but scarcely Clad man.  
For the color of my skin should not define me It should not set a basis for stereotypes I should be able to walk confidently in the skin God made for me I should be able to walk down the street and not get shot
My life is like a Hepburn Rose. Unknown and just as pink as innocence itself. I never understood how life could go from easy to difficult. I couldn’t take the purple bruising pain.
I truly believe that every human on this Earth is born with a desire to save the world, and somewhere along the way, we realize that this world does not want to be saved.
It was when I laid my head on my backpack looking up at the frost bitten night exploding with bits of lost diamonds over velvet black that I saw it   It was when I wore my polkadot rain boots
I. January to June - In Sickness and Health She.She was my bravery,a touch to my soulconsoling the acheof being rejectedwithout the truth everbeing told.
The road lies barren, I alone travel. The sky cracks and moans, The trees stubbornly resist the wind, I forge ahead   Another flash, This one had hit it's mark.  Trees burst,
make me, unmake me, unwind me like ribbon, bury me with all that has died before— half decayed children and barely formed youths all me, all not   let petals suture
Faces of those around me, Each has a different story, A beginning, middle, and end, And a perfectly integrated plot. Yet, I am declared Faceless.   They don't see a story, They don't see a face,
I wish I was still afraid of the dark.   that I didn’t know what rests in swirling cloaks of black, that I didn’t remember where the hard hip of the kitchen counter was, or the swinging dress in the doorway.
2016 Leap year The year to finally achieve my goals BOOM Trapped in darkness Your safety net and rock just got diagnosed He has cancer You fall in a hole He will recover. CALL 911
Day one Thin black mist Floating like clouds Quiet little thoughts Singing sultry melodies Malicious lying mirrors Distorting initial images Shiny silver razor Tempting shaky fingers
there is a house on 8th street with low ceilings and kitchen cabinets painted lavender
Days go fast Time does too Where do I stand? How about you? Not one the same, but equal On only one terrain Time goes fast Won't stand still Hurts like hell Left behind, all alone
July   I remembered I felt No purpose Surrounded by a neglected glance,                                                           
The thunder cracked shaking the earth,And deepening the oppressive feeling which surounds my soul.Here I labor trapped within the prison of my mindA labyrinth, sinuous and dark, folding in on itself again and again.
Shaping My Own View Imagery is very important asset in my life. Lyrically I can openly be expressive without words and that has been my safe place for years. Did you know colors represents different words?
We both don't think the same Yet we still are the same Same skin Organs Blood Yet our mind shifted and split into two of us   A color deep as the bottom of the sea
Everyday we walk through the boulevards of life sore footed. I and my infant friends scavenge with dogs, digging deep into  rubble with our hands covered with crimson badana.
The sun rises over The choppy atlantic. Hot yellow beams Cut through the cold. Dried broken branches reach high up into the
It started with her. The chemotherapy was abortive and it didn’t repair the damage to her lungs. It seemed absurd to waste time analyzing, every word I came across,
She is happy, she is sad. She is excited, she is afraid. She is confident, she is scared. She is loved, she is alone.  
Gentrification gettin’ into this nation;Historically segregation, Killin’ kids, lit in flames and;Rioting makes it hasten, and racists make the hatred;It’s wicked and dangerous, we livin’ in hades;
She's from the hometown of astronauts and I'm just the neighbor of a launch pad her eye color should have its own name because they're more beautiful than anything I've ever seen the screen between you and me 
A Brooklyn bus is always the same, Bubblegum under seats,  Crossed legs blonde in front of you
My heart beats the same as ever My eyes see just as poorly My nose works just as well Yet I am different   When I roll out of bed late
You always found writing as a form of comfort, and that is something that we still share in common.   Nothing is more cathartic than intertwining ink and paper into a beautiful ballad
The blood, sweat and tears she lay,  as she smiles from day to day. Sweet as flowers of a rose, Bitter than a lemon that grows. Clear as the blue skies and birds that flew, but little did she knew.
Angel Eyes In the array of the boisterous crowd, There sits an angel with ocean blue eyes, She seems to be a blessing in disguise,
Quickly fell I down the pit of despair But at the bottom, I saw a light. At the end of this tunnel of storms, as I found, The new day brought peace and delight.   Why at first did it seem like a pit?
From January to February I hit a new low in life Everything was bothering me All I thought about was the cold blade of a knife   From March to May
What hangs from my eyes as I look down? A crystal pendulum spinning  in the sunlights rays.   Maybe it spins in fear of something new being on the other side of it by the time
Watermelon unsettles an empty stomach  Strawberry mouths, clean nails stained pink  Pressed against strangers pasty palms  They all pale in comparison to yours
    I want you to form your lips to speak my name Looking straight through my soul
Act I. The curtain opens on an empty stage Naked, suggestively waiting for come what May. Actors slowly file in bare of the costumes I had
He saw a million wonders in her eyes, an abundance of stars on a cloudless night The promise of infinite possibilities As they slowly dimmed one by one, tears silently followed yearningly as he wept
My wonderful wife. Why do you not see your beauty? Maybe if you looked in the mirror a little while longer you could see what I see. Someone who is so beautiful no matter what they all said.
He ran freely around his backyard fighting the dragons and monsters with his imagination. Knowing if he uses the sword that Daddy made for him it will protect him from anyone and anything.
He started out young, strong, and invincible. Never wanting to stop until he reached perfection. The climb to success wasn't easy, but when he finally got there he still felt something missing.
Him His dark brown eyes Almost as bright as His wise smile His height and style The rejoice in His  eyes
I can think of many things I would consider exquisite. like the way the body bends cracks and creaks when you wake up.
Now this is a story all about how, My life switched up and turned upside down. I'll take less than a minute, you don't have to sit, I promise, I won't waste your time with this.   About this time last year,
  Another prick but not the last makes me think of surguries past I feel a burning surging threw my vains and salt in my mouth as my heart pumps the poision threw me
I never said goodbye, No one knew am gonna die, Ma journey ended in a tragedy, Ma life haulted enxpectedly, And everything happened so quickly,
Should I be more conscious of the rough brick pressing up against my back? Is my insignificance rooted solely in the pavement of downtown Corvallis? Warm hello's can't pierce such
  She walks  with her head held high, Without fear of the future,  Letting the insults and rude comments, Brush off her shoulder like a child going down a slide.    She glides, She waltzes,
Pop your collar, working class hippie, rainbow kid in work boots- scorch the earth with defined footprints.
I dreamed last night that you had died Why had I not tried harder to bring you from that brink?   I dreamed last night you burned in flames engulfing you in every way
It is dark down here. Down where there aren’t many people the shadows swirl into fearsome shapes and sinister forms; like the smoke rising from a extinguished candle.
We are all like Sunsets. Uniquely spectacular in our design, yet all made up of the same colors.    We are all like Records. Our microscopic grooves and notches are what produce our melody.   
Seldom do I hear the rushing rain in December.Yet here it is, pouring down the metal and siding, making a waterfall-like audible sensation.Thunder crackles in the distance and the
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
I am overwhelmed at times with a sudden wave of urgency.   A pressure builds up inside of me and leaves me with only the racing thump of my heartbeat and heaves of breath  from my crushed lungs.
Colorless Dream
  We Blame Them  for The  way  we Act   in   life and for  our  general   traits
Meadows with sunflowers, golden leaves, and trunks of history represent glory. Purple lollipops, green skittles, and pink starburst represent children. Brown tables, beige curtains, and blue light bulbs represent vision.
Why Why is the question that we always ask So why is the world turning  upside down
I just needed a friend  Dark and dim in the closet No room to breathe I was suffocating No one was able to see  
you know what the deal is I am the realest Never forget me , I am the Villan I be chillin' I got so mad when the world's weight was on my shoulders
I tried to tell you      When I was twelve years old     That I was experiencing something I couldn't nor wanted to explain    
“Reach for the stars,” they said. So, conforming obediently, I looked at the sky And was instantly filled with wonder.  Massive quantities of energy
they cannot breathebut they can seethe trees turn greenand the colorof the lake doesn’tmatter. they rememberthe color leaving their face, their body forgetting
Time goes byAnd I am still inside this crystal globeDaydreamingThinking about how life would beas if you were still here.  
A ray of light that veils the woeful night Is how I see this love I newly found. A running stream that filled my hollow bight, And beauty oh! Too subtle, too profound. Ah! Lips on which dost vibrant roses bloom,
A ray of light that veils the woeful night Is how I see this love I newly found. A running stream that filled my hollow bight, And beauty oh! Too subtle, too profound. Ah! Lips on which dost vibrant roses bloom,
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes You taste like metal opium The spoon still stuck between my teeth Gnaw marks in the handle From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
The room was quiet It was silent. The gown was worn and the tassel turned And the pictures began to fade by time.   The clock led me on, and the learning began ;   The road was rough
Cremation Song   The joy is gradually breaking apart,  and the sadness is gradually wearing away. Holding on to all the fantasies,
Moon's Curse   Moon’s Curse in this icy dream.... In a world with no words, I keep professing my love  until one day it reaches you. An intense wish fell from those lips 
Sprinter   After meeting you I had a splendid dream Even though it only lasted for seconds To me, it’s like an infinity I’m calling to protect you
A year ago I had been frozen. The frigid frost had seeped into my mind, Spread into my heart no matter the obstacle I had set before it And I could not stop all my senses from becoming numb to the world.   
There once was a boy who wanted to fly. He was an angel who fell from the sky. Tumbling, tumbling, finding his feet, He stood up, feeling the newfound heat. His wings had lost feathers, matted and torn,
I'm looking at you while holding my hand. Like the world is stopped, you can't see me even the wind is passing. My mind is still towards you, it hurts to love you. I can't empty my mind and it's sad.
"You need to eat more" "You are too thin" Man, if it was that easy,  then this disease I would win.   I am well aware of my eating disorder I am well aware my life is not in order However, 
I am recycled I am the same material I was when I was titled, yet I am now a stranger to that hollow shell. Only a small time ago I felt like I'd gone through hell, yet, then, I didn't even know how deep it was.
Just imagine being told you’re half of the person you thought you were Because your therapist told you who you are Cause you fit the requirements you're mental, you're a psycho, you're crazy
August 31st, 2016I was diagnosed with PTSD.Because my father drank a bit too muchAnd took his anger out on my sister and me. Most of my life I've had depression,And I don't think people realize what it actually feels like.It's a part weight weighi
When you turn on the news, what's the first thing you see? The Black man that got shot today or the White man on the murderous streak.
Im a ghost in a river of the living Their minds are corrupt with the need  To be perfect To fit in among the rest, to uphold their Social standings And to reach the highest rank of the 
Im a ghost in a river of the living Their minds are corrupt with the need  To be perfect To fit in among the rest, to uphold their Social standings And to reach the highest rank of the 
kaleidoscope shifting, spinning colors mesmerizing  spiraling  hypnotizing  I’m being drawn in
From one day to the next, The clock keeps ticking.  However I think I've been hexed
My life. At this point it seems as if everyone around me has raced ahead And I am left coughing in the clouds of dust left in their wake As I either slowly inch my way forward Dragging my body across the track
You avoid food all day long… Maybe just one slice of pizza. As you chew, the calories accumulate at the bottom of your throat. You’re in public...but it can’t wait.
Daddy told me when I was 8 "You'll make mistakes" Indeed he was right, I've learned mine in the 9th grade Although I don't regret my mistakes, as a matter in fact, I learned from it
Children of God in the youth psych ward walking like the dead lights in the windows too high to reach black pits in your stomach where you swear your Soul used to be
My name is Billy,I stand, I watch,They're at it againI feel the pain, Yet!I stand, I watch My name is Billy,I stand, I watch,Glad it's not me, I pretend not to see, Yet!I stand , I watch My name is Billy,I stand , I watchThey look in despairI pret
The feelings rushing inside of you Images of things you see that I can't. This "drug" gives me relieve. Blesses me with the knowledge to know things. You see this "drug"gives me relieve I guess.
Cam Newton, you piss me offyou're very existence makes my negro skin sizzle till it burns off, could never pick you to be a disgrace and sell yourself off.
This darkness of mine is not worthy of my home’s beauty And you care not, for in you there is no darkness at all. You know not of the rolling hills that I sat and longed for mutely.
Her prowess is unparalleled, Suppression never dissuaded all that she is-- An ephemeral incandescence-- ceasing relentlessly
I journeyed through the world, overland and overseas. I was born where the sun never sets and never rises. I was purged out into a place, where the heat became my second skin.I went through thick and thin, and I became an African prince.
I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression
I am Lost A roaming soul left among the trees A sapling learning to grow on its own This is fine though  I appreciate the silence left only for me I find comfort in the thought of loneliness  darkness
I cried out from my inner soul the darkest deepest hole I ever sowed. The smallest sparkel of hope that grows into a blinding light I once behold. Have you seen my faults? or my impressionable thoughts?
At times, I feel like a small speck in this world. A small miserable speck. Why? Because the galaxies of our universe swallow me up to the point I am digested into the
I stand against the branches of life in a world filled with clockwork. I am the engineer that bring all the gears together,and is in search for the last of its odds and ends.. My eyes are set upon the sun
I was stuck in this 3AM daydreamwhere the music was faded through water,and I couldn't hear my screams. I was caught in a cage with all borders closed. Tolerance was terrifying, but I already knew.
And today I wonder. With the faded sunshine Whisked away on the breeze. With the soggy sponge of earth Slurping at my feet. With the smell of warmth
Different, Yes, But just like you; Only I have a gift. I can make castles, So pure, So clean. Watch, I'll show you. This city, A city of glass,
Blue and silver stars twist together to create a flowing skirt behind her as he holds her closely by the waist, softly, gently, always so delicate. They dance, getting lost in the song.
I Am   Now if you were to find me You’d find me at the green house The one that has the giant tree That house on the street Where you’d hear the creaking of the screen door
The heart aches as if the skin has touched boiling water. The cries of the child pierce the ear of a struggling mother. The father has moved on with the daughter. Leaving his old love, and
Another morning comes, another day has started Your still not here, my heart is guarded   Gone so sudden yet so soon You didn’t deserve to go, my world feels so doomed Almost a year ago this happened
People around me Flock like locusts They whispering As if were rats on a putrid lake They say about me Things I had not done For I corpse at front of them
All of them asking about you Give birth to the sun the day asked about you When the evening Reflected the light of the moon from your window asked about you The birds, which you left them with thirsty
don't try My Darling The fruits of my tree doesn't fall Hasn’t aftertaste Wind and rain stripped distance Deadline to my passion Distance is did not saturate Remain in my memory only the eyes your lips...
Thirst Dried saliva Spirit returned to the former old self Cracks in the tongue I become like a corpse Heavy sweat Dug in the dirt to find water If this torment Not Changing, O God
You reach for the knife, slide it in deep enough to cut, and reveal the contents inside of a card. Those dreadful words, "Thank you for applying we are sorry...." You set the card aside along with the rest.
A pain Overlooking From under of the door sills Overlooking suffering Uniqueness of paddle in heart Closed of the doors
Just draw If you want to paint a panel This is not impossible Put two beaches And their mold Formation of the Palm Falling from leaves Like in a fight with the wind In other side
Frame To image painful sorrows planted Inside hearts Awake Seeds of the fear With hiding of horror fact Capped... wear of silence Dress Planted sorrows of the Day It was...
Surmise Tomorrow ... will be changed all cases More listening to birds Investigate What say? Perhaps to grouse Or was thrown insults to us What saying?
Things before our sight We did not realize true value Shadow when realized us Beam enters eye to continue
Oh my lady Passion now is very different You’re Condemnation of my heart trembling While hurt sadness tampering Between the lips of dreams And you are back and your heart Your heart is traveled
A Wonder without an Identity A poem by : Abdel latif Moubarak … Egypt Translate by : Fawzy Al-Shalabi A Wonder without an Identity And the secret remains in your eyes a pearl Expressing…everything which wasn't
I refer to it as a battle. The battle between order and chaos, light and dark, sane and insane. The battle that is within us all. I admit, it has never been easy for me.
Golden gleams glitter the salty floor Wet with tears that flow like a shore. When the suns first rising and you hear your daughters snore.
Manmade stars seen through ash shadows blanketing this city made numb, the unmaking of man, thread unwinding from its spool too quick to remember.
"Shut up, you nerd. Nobody cares."
When the sun goes down, the vast majority of people like to hide underneath their heavy, ivory comforters with a couple of coffee stains here and there and they fall into a slumber for
January and new beginnings Followed by intense wrestling in February Little old ladies in their gardens at the end of March Listening to a good record during an April shower
Phone at one-hundred percent, Music app opened, Headphones plugged in, Zoned out.  Brushes gathered,  Paints wet,  Cup filled with water,  Ready.  Image has been sketched.
Life can be overwhelming. (No, let me restate that) Life can be Condescendingly, Overbearing with its Unrelenting,
  Growing up, everyone said that what your family does Will reflect on what kind of person you will become when you grow up. After hearing this so many times
A pounding initiates inside the layers of my flesh. It moves like the feeling of the bass that accompanies that lyrical-catastrophe. My feelers tap on wood. My headlights become unfocused.
Are You happy? Honestly, are you?
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. (Genesis 1:3)   A single drop of water creates a ripple in the pond, And the ripple resonates through the waters
A journey to begin Many to love and enjoylife with For our time will end
Once again My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn The sun has licked my eyes awake  Chance sits on the other side of my front door. Outside, the grass waits for my toes
Leaves are falling everywhere Piles upon piles scattered on the ground The bright colors, which seem to glow Red, Orange, and Yellow appear That's why Autumn is my happy season
Exhuberance, legitimacy to the word that is what he is He is my lord it is you Brendon Urie who I adore your voice like a songbird Echoing through my mind as I imagine his perfectly chiseled features
My dreams turned into nightmares My nightmares turned into reality My sun into darkness My smile turned into tears My laughs turned into sobs My skin turned into scars
A falling tree cannot crash with a thud In the absence of my ears, A rising sun cannot illuminate my view In the absence of my sight My day cannot commence Without me, to bring its light  
☼ the sun peeks over the rooftops warming the sliver of horizon visible from my window city pigeons transform into morning doves silhouetted against soft yellow melting into blue  
One thing that effectuates me  is what she shows in her smile so convincingly Something that’s simple and common to most It’s the way she smiles laughs and boasts
I am lost and all alone But I feel it Once again I’m just a blown out candle But I feel it There are tears dripping down my face
Waking up to the crisp air I yawn as the day begins, a shower to put a pep in my step and start a new adventure called today, My morning playlist blasting away as I groove into my clothes, a mound of clothes form as my indecisive nature kicks in,
Wake up at dark and at school by six, Head to the field to learn something new. Practice and practice some more, Get in step and get in form.   Time with friends and family at the games.
Early mornings with Colombian coffee is how I start my day Early dog walks with Luna and Rocky is how I get energized Warm water over my body is how I get prepared for the day
Joy does not linger eternally When our desired reality becomes fantasy We get drained of energy and vitality What I turn to is my cherished memory My memory is not a melody or someone else's fancy
The pungent aroma of the coffee beans welcome me, the bitter, yet invitingly warm smell as I pass through the glass doors of my favorite place to rejuvenate.
Sometimes when it snows I think of dying. Not dying because I want to, but dying because it can be beautiful When it snows it’s almost as if there’s billions of angels falling right beneath and above you.
  20 years on earth I've made ton of sorry things like I've been soaked in the world of mistakes.   Not being an eye candy amazingly beautiful was a mistake
Thanksgiving Day   I slip in and out of dreams. I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
Gaming with some friends Laughing and chilling with friends Stressing with my friends
  He was bad.  But In every way so beautiful. Beautifully bad.  Daring even. For every reason he was wrong for me, there was just as many reasons he was perfect.
Wake up! Rise above hatred and become unique! Make a difference by stopping the racism! Let me tell you about a young African-American girl stopping her fellow white classmates from being racist to her.  
Dust swirls around my face My shirt sticks, reluctant to release my back Hot sun covers everything, and brightens the area
My dad held my hand  and told me it would be okay. Looking so elegant and tan, the music starts to play.  On the top of a Mountain, my dress flowed with the wind. Your eyes met with the horizon 
Every Day The sun rises  I open my eyes Alive The greatest gift given Another chance  To improve my life or that of others Every minute Every second
Hope is a raindrop,That cuts through the air,With purpose and pride. Splash. Hope is the ground,That waits patiently,For the magic that lies beneath. Shh... Hope is a root,That silently reaches out,To help others grow. Swish. Hope is my motivation
Basketball is what gives me that lift          to me it's life pure gift  boucning the ball up and down the court  basektball is much more than a sport  lving in a world without is impossible 
Whenever it has been a long, hard day I come like to come home to something sweet, Water is boiling on the stove top Ready to be poured into a warm mug of tea.  
Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young.
Looking upon the white void before me An infinite field of endless possibility A blank slate to build any kind of world of my desire I run my hand over the blank sheet of paper that makes me feel free  
I’m emotional.  I cry a lot. But these teary eyes  brown pools of mud, drip only for a while before they flood into a heart broken pile.   Books, trees, paper.
Every morning was the same routine but this year I was certain it  would be different. Waking up to go to school is not the same as it was last year.
Knives thrust deep within the backs of others; Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay; Words that break barriers and bones alike; Deception and destruction and acts of strife.   In a world so empty of hope.
The tapping of her foot With soothed eyelidsSwaying back and forthFollowed by the sound
  The performer lived to do the world's oldest dance on his shrinking stage.
A piano is not gray for a reason. The notes are either right, or they are wrong. Black and white are the only two places
A life of regret Feeling regret over even the smallest things It all builds up and makes the weight on one's chest heavier Closer to having the strength to overtake you
Crying Without holding back the tears Has become a habit for me. Almost everyday, I either watch something sad Or think about something that saddens me. But it always happens in the night,
To the boy who will one day Hold my newborn daughter, Hold her, gently. You’re probably still in high school Right now so I’ll break this down Into a form that you might understand.
Studyin' all day Gotta boost my GPA Get to work by five Concessions at the cinema dive Cleaned up the puke and condoms Found poop in a cup Reeking of popcorn when I hit the door
Life is like a puzzle Something that seems fun but causes trouble It could lead you to absolutely mystery   By living you are creating history   Rainy days may come and go But never stop you aren’t alone
Life is flying, flying day,King and crown pass away,Luck and fortune dont stayBut I never leave behindHow you walk and smiling talk.
The island I wasn't born on felt more like my home then my own house. The crisp island breeze against my hot sun kissed skin felt refreshing.
Deep in a random meadow, With willow trees and orange leaves, Fall is among us. The dandelions and tulip blow in the wind, With purple mushrooms, dancing all around. This is my happy place.
What makes me feel good?? A day with friends, and all the ends. The cheers , laughs, and little bends Without them I don't where I would end. A Good day with friends is everyone tends.
The Question By: Cydne DeTiege   The question is what makes me feel good. They want to know what makes me feel like everything in my world is really going the way it should
Window cracked, I wake up to a familiar breeze on my roof and I can once again breathe Coral, teal and lilac. You weren't my cup of tea.   I won't lie - it wasn't easy You tore me apart
“I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean to do the opposite.”                                                                                                   -Shane Koyczan  
The pure delight I am greeted with every time I come home The warm snuggles I am treated to every night The soft snores I hear just as we fall asleep together
  To make a boy a soldier Give him a uniform and gun. Tell him living is a sin, And to curse the wise who run.
The city lives there on the  sidewalks of West Rogers Park Chicago. I can hear its rhythm
[ Me writing a letter to death] October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to.., Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
Cleat hitch release me Bowline do not slow me down Set the boom at 23 Hand on rudder bye to cape town The wind will show the way Sea spray on my face I am starting a very good day
The problems of life are nothing but a storm Gusts of wind swaying you back and forth Raindrops pelting you, your shivering form Flashes of light gleam, menace like a riot
walking through hallways of deceased childhoods and wet pillowcases where little boys and girls couldn’t find protection in their own homes their lips cold
When im feeling down or upset I go to my friends for help. There always by my side There like my own guide. Sometimes i go outside kick around a soccer ball and take my time i relieve all my stress
Sitting inside on a stormy day Listening to the beat of rain against the windows   A dog with floppy ears and soft fur that curls up in your lap and falls asleep   Firelight on a summer evening
Why do I never get bored, you ask? Why do I never get cold? Why is my mind a safe haven for me? Why does my youth never get old? Because I can daydream,
I love the beast hidden within me, sneakily behind these quiet eyes, only unleased when it is time to unwind with a good ol' game of air hockey.   The two shiny quarters in my palm
The stride in your feet When your hustle everyday of the week The exhaustion when you breathe yes it's true I'm proud to stand next to you. There is no one like you I must honestly say.
Sometimes, life gets me down. so down I begin to frown. Sometimes, I feel like no ones there. Plenty of feelings, bottled up in a square. I try to hide the feelings inside.
The starting sound of the motor.  That rumbling noise that lets me know it'll take me anywhere I'd like to go. The hard but exciting feel of the steering wheel. Those empty and curvy streets I take smoothly.
When I feel like I am six feet underground I look up at the sun and say, This too shall pass. Then I feel dirt as it hits my feet, legs, stomach, shoulders, arms and face. So I lie there.
In my heart I’ll remember the spring trees and the taste of fruit early in the morning before the sun rises, high in the sky, and paints the world with color.
There's no love like that of your mother Nothing compares, not even that of your brother They know when you're happy, sad, angry, glad tired, hungry, desired, hangry
Instagram,Twitter,Facedbook.. Snapchat,Ifunny,Youtube.. Always working smiles on my face, Like bees working toghether to make sweet honey. Oh!.. the giggles and smiles they create,sweet ole temporary happiness.
A dream A hallway, my heels softly clicking as I walk The polished table A clipboard Perched precariously on the edge
I felt something I haven’t felt, in a long time. The feeling so, powerful, so indescribable. Does music just seem, unremarkable?
Diamonds.   Cut Like Diamonds, The Earth, The sky. Cut Like Diamonds, The Mountains High.
A slight hum that esculates , transforms to a melody  . A rythem so sweet , it could wake  your taste buds  .
I like me but sometimes I don't I even hate me sometimes but that doesn't mean that I am any less beautiful I am deceptively strong in both mind and body I have red hair
This pain is simply pulling me apartCaught between you and the freedom of hopeThe simple irony of your oath"I promise to let you breathe," Yet your hands are around my neck."I promise to let you see," Still you are all I know."I promise to let you
How I greet my day:    Not with a smile spread across my lips Or an energetic laugh Making my two friends holler with joy As I spill out a witty remark.   But rather With downcast eyes
  Early hour calling—it’s a calming rush of ease Now sleep is over and I can now cease To lie in the dark, with her long tendrils falling
One thing leads to another. When it rains it pours, at least that’s how it seems to be when it comes to me and bad days. Or any bad thing in general.
Her smile glowed as she passed by with that yellow dress of hers. The ruffles that flowed down her body so sweet it captured the eyes of few but the hearts of many. She was a dancer. Ballet had been her life.
I woke up today hoping last night was a dream. Because last night I did not know. I didn't know that the next day would be different.  
A few can see the small faint beauty of the nature But I wake up to see the new beginnings of every passing day. Faint broken disk merging with the misty clouds in the west
I am not feelin’ good. Instead of staying in my sheets I will hit the streets It was a bad day But this will be a good run.  
Woods brushed in rich glows,Brisk fragrant breeze sweeps the air,Fall shouts its hello.
My Melaninated & Unapologetic Brotha
I slumber on and without aid Some say I'd sleep for 40 days (That's my mother's exaggeration)   I snore and snooze peacefully With no care, at complete ease  Til harrassed by Sound and Vibration
On midday, after school, a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset; He tuned it and proceeded it play it, to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul, he relieved all his stress.  
I have hair on my legs, under my arms, and on my crotch, But I do not consider it to be any different than the hair on my head.
I live inside of a voidAnd I stand directly in the middleCountless faces take shape in the darknessAnd circle me, ever-changingEvery time I lock eyes with a phantom faceThe features rearrange
I never been see like u another one I never been live Tommrow without u I never been sing a song not like for anyone Bady iam not dreaming and iam not lieing
I open up my weary eyes, A soft light do I see. Greeted by a bright sunrise Content just to be. On its way to give us warmth,
rain, whispers on my skin fat droplets of shimmering, glistening, liquid sunshine it’s peaceful as can be   mist,
When I'm feeling bad And not having fun I want to sleep And avoid everyone   My depression drifts Like dead leaves blowing Falling into darkness My anger glowing  
We are shot when we are compliant  We are shot when we are defiant  There are mothers crying There are children dying They want to keep us institutionalized I know what the Germans done 
I pick it up And turn it over It balances perfectly in my hand No chips No dents It's ready to use My feet on the line My arrows in the quiver Ready to shoot
She turns on the water And when steam steadily rises She steps into the shower As her walls wash away with erosion She sings with sanctity like a symphony,
She DEFILED herself!  Body pains, sunken eyes, flaky, sore, bleeding lips and her body as cold as ice. She chugged the water to silence the rumbling of her stomach as she walked out the door. She gave all the right answers and was
They use their fingers as rulers When they measure Squeezing tighly around my boney wrists They proudly and strongly tell me The width is neither accurate nor appropriate 
Is world peace Fought with a loaded piece Am I supposed to live at ease I’m asking the higher priest but he aint got the answers 
Our nation is based off of simply education. Children began as small as five years of age. Stuck in a classroom all our lives. Made fun of or excepted as who we are. Hurt or made whole.
    I cherish the idea of being sensitive in this world, of being soft, of being kind, so I write poetry.
When the Goddess of Love and Beauty erupted from the sea Carried by the west wind Naked when her feet touch land Saw by the mortals and fell in love with her
Stars/// eyes meet mine across the crowd, calling for migration,temptation, must be just a friendly salutation, I tell myself, butallow for a moment, the idea it could be more.Across the border
I hate mornings. My alarm insistent consistent I always wakeup late. I look almost dead. A bird has nested on the crown of my head I look in the mirror. God! Look at those bags!
Of course you couldn't hear the screams of a boy crying out in pain. The lonely voices asking you for help. To you the screams are just sweet laughter of the kids playing tag. Guned down,beaten because he's black.
My words are deafened by the sound of an unspoken tongue;A language more ancient than mankind itself.She uttered phrases that Shepard's used to heed their sheep
I need someone to hold me, To wrap their arms around me and  Squeeze the sorrow away   But I know I can't have that sometimes, And that's okay; It has to be    Release me from this anger,
I lay in bed, waiting for that bliss moment to be taken away from reality, and into my deepest desires 1, 2, 3... I'm gone. I enter my imagination. I'm in utopia; there are no laws,
I know a place of love, one that's just sublime I spend my time here daily in the summertime In this place I can be myself, not what others like I laugh and goof and smile on our many hikes
Roses are red Violets are blue Food makes me happy How about you Sunsets bright with their orange hue Sunrise pink, orange and blue Happiness is all around thee You just have to look and see
The Sunset is so magical , that it lights everything up ... It's powerful Orange beams so enthralling , It's like being served elixir in a cup .
the sky may be gray but once the heavens open  openings shall shine
Glancing outside the window, To the world shrouded in coal-black Clouds that in the wind billow, And my attention is brought back To the delicate lines
I place my hands in yours, for you to call it your own. When your fingers interlock with mine I am not alone. So I behold with you the feelings of togetherness, our hands holding tight;
I sit on my padded bench and examine the ivory keys I breathe in the smell of old wood and I stretch my hands with ease   The pedal creaks below my foot despite the gentleness of my press
I want a life.. without stress...... I know a place....... It's uterus.........
The world would be a better place if  we could just accept each other for who we  are…                            Everyone Is Different
The world would be a better place if  we could just accept each other for who we  are…                            Everyone Is Different
Family are blossoming flowers, so slow to floret and quick to decompose They are snug like the yellow sun and Impressing like the rows of colored green plants Familia
The act of ignoring someone is: refusing to take notice of or acknowledge them   When you're ignored, you learn to live in a world of silence.
The smoke from his cigarette slowly left the ember end into the air, disappearing and only leaving a lingering smell. That's when I realized it was like our relationship. We keep drifting apart from each other,
Here I am present, the tiny infats who die, from unfit "Parents".   Here I am the Light, the Savior for the abused, so many children.   Who am I, you ask?
Tea Day   Look at her in pretty dress cream bright drapery in her teeny waist with red flowers blending in the papery.   Look at her in pretty hat, red as her lips
The smell of week old grass And morning dew on the side Of the hill that I know well Where I do reside   The bubble of feeling That wells up in the chests Of people who hear me
Life sucks That's the way it is But what makes it count is what you choose to do with it Whether you change the world using paper and pen Or keep those words to yourself when your world is breaking
The fulgent naked stars pore over me; down they stare from beneath their nebulous blankets in the early hours of the morning when all the world is asleep-- all but them and me.
Final night  A beautiful day  And a great night Music notes dancing  Keeping our souls alive  Trying to get to know everyone outside  Not worrying about going home  Or worrying about being alone
She had a smile that would brighten your day. Not just one of those smiles that some old guy would say “nice smile sweetcheeks” Her smile made your soul bleed and the blood would
Upon a night with starry sky A spring-winter mist that flutters by Young crickets chirp a tune so deep Since the birds have now all gone to sleep   'Neath a tree so draped with vine
RAIN Rain you cover my tears. Emotions and fear. You provide clean water. For rich and needy people. You provide water. For good and evil people. Rain you provide water for plants and animals.
    Den don crazy like democracy, which is the government of the people by the people and for the people has failed to accomplish this goal because they refused to listen to the words of the gospel.
I miss the cloudy days When the sky was nice and grey, A sad smile upon my face. What happened to the rain?   The sky has been to bright, With the warm sunshine Glowing upon the smiling faces
When first shower of monsoon Touched the emotions Of my innocent heart Its strings began to ring Drops of rain began to open The windows of my heart And with its tender touch
I am a lost boy, From Neverland, Never growing up, And running from, Captain Hook.   Never wanna leave,  Wanna stay right here, Flying 'round the woods with, Peter Pan.  
to ponder, to wonderto sit quitely,in your too small roomwith soft bodysurrounded by pounds of cold booksto be trapped in a cagemade of broken pencilsand lifeless ink pens
What is that I smell? It fills my heart with great warmth, freshly baked cookies.
'Calm down.''You're fine.''What's wrong?''Will you please talk?''I want to understand what your anxiety is about.''How's it feel?'
This suicide wasn't easy Tried to... tear me down Break my walls Hush and appease me Thinking I would suckle on your lonely thumb and take what you offered
I feel electric walking through a park engulfed with happy princes, children skipping, people playing to their laughter. singing strings of guitars in this park the mirth of drooping spilling coins in their cases.
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I found a boy that was nice and cute Losing my mind over a half smile Obsessing over his bright blue eyes Such a great guy... I wanted to date him. Told him how I felt and he denied me
Who's warm bosom is arrowed by cupidShouldst hark now to honest counsels my minddiscourses; love's like to unexpectedWhom thou think of least, hearts’ like to c
Smooth, round and reflective droplets of water descend from wisps of dark dissipated cloud Clip clop, falling in rhythmic succesion upon the roof of a home Clip clop, they burst upon impact in splashing outward motion
  Although I was a virgin, my soul is pregnant. I am dressed dark the same as crows My eyes are weeping blood And they are pouring on the dried flowers.
Alone I lay in the dead of night Everything is calm though nothing is right There I lay awake in bed My mind fighting a feeling of dread.  
Looking up from the cold ground, Yellow tinted lighting shining brightly upon a pale face
Before I met her there was we a distant memory of the people we used to be, the bond that could never be broken because blood was thicker than water  and water was always too stubborn to come out of sad eyes 
  I greet the day begrudgingly. The sunlight pools in my eyes like tears. It streams down my face and no matter how much I rub it does not come off.
I sit here in the darkness and I write these rhymes Calmin’ down my sanity turn it to a clarity I don’t do it for the fame, I just wanna focus and survive
In the spring, the leaves are green And the flowers bloom while the blue birds sing The sunlight pours through the branches
Feeling like a pen with the ink in bubbles inside, Scribbled on a piece of paper in futile attempts to put ink to page Yet only creating ever-deeper runnels in the paper’s smooth surface As the ink refuses to flow.
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace. 
A hundred-acre wide stretch of half-dead grass bisected by a slash of gravel a quarter-mile long   The drag strip where bales of hay and the occasional deer
glow india,glow youre-do,re-do,re-do
Through the long classes,  filled with intoxicating noise-pollution  and fading attention, we found mutual adoration, then love.  Remember, my crass stubbornness created us;
If literature is the memory of humanity, then poetry must be our dreams. Our ballads help us through the insanity called life by being like sleep,
The early morning sun rises on the south Texas skyline. Around me, I hear everything; voices, beeping, the soft croon of Her Voice. What a world I exist in! I eagerly look forward to life!
Long have I felt the allure of storm in all my earthen veins; longer, thrilled, I've begged the still and silent clouds to stay - to brush the skin of world below as rainy fingers press 
Words are like water. They flow from the mouth as if it were a waterfall. They cause rain in the form of teardrops to roll down the mountains
Poetry is the sweet sap that seeps from within the trees, exposing their true nature of how delicate and potent it feels against my fingers, spiritually connecting with me.  Poetry elicits a plethora of emotions 
This one object defines me, it's all that has ever defined me, but it is the ink that has made me. From the moment I first held you on that fateful eve, it was my destiny.
Maybe I was too innocent, maybe i was too stupid, maybe i was too excited, But who could have denied that i was in love.. Love which was beyond your cruelty
I get lost. Time stops When I write. I travel through the depths of my most secret undiscovered self And uncover mysteries.
There is total darkness I can't see I can't feel  I am in total despair I am scared,so afraid of the unknown I see a a light  A tiny bit of brightness It is approaching It is widening
One day, I will look into your eyes See the future, You, me and little strangers that come along.   One day, I will cry a river Our insecurities will build a boarder
Bestow upon me thy wings, So that I may fly, soar, crash, burn, rise covered in blood and feathers forever keeping in mind that I have left you behind, as I erupt into a tracne where there are no regret
When I was young, I heard the song of a caged blackbird singing, I heard happiness and vitality in his voice, like he was proud to have seen this year’s spring. What I didn’t realize at the time
You raped me.Blatantly. Unapologetically.Impetuously.You raped me.You deprived me of me.You have created the epitome-I am the embodiment of everything I despise.  
His body was a battlefield With an unconquerable soul Made of fire that burned With the same embers that fueled The flames in his eyes. His mind were the attackers Whose wicked deceptions
I see the tears cascading down your cheeks. I understand the pain oozing from your heart. I hear the words coming out of your mouth And I see that you are hurt. But I do not feel your pain.
Once upon a dreaded dark night, While I thought and thought about the lady in white,
He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to the corner of the room. He pressed me against the wall and held my face. "You can't escape.  I will always find you." STOP.  PLEASE STOP.
There's a battle out there- this world's got a scheme To take the 'you' and replace it with 'me' That's what they call the Hollywood machine- It just starts with one flaw may never have seen
The air licks the iron Of soft crimson cotton.   The red that you bleed gushes With an ache of thunder rolling through your veins.  
You wish to hear a poem about the first poem I wrote? Or the juncture at which I pulled that pen from my coat? Typing hastily on a chair cushioned by purple pillows
If she had a nickel for evertime she'd scowl at her body She would be so wealthy her body would be covered in money. Clutching her hands around her thighs, cinching her waist with her fingers coiling herself around.
I watch them move  They move left and right , back and forth as the wind glides across it wings Its strong, it can stay put as long as no one or nothing tears it down
Not far into the forest of nature, Yet far from the noise of the highway, The lake sits silent, and calm, and still, Just as I am, silent, calm, and still, As I rest beside the lake.  
As I sat on the boat in the ocean of death  accompanied by dark unsmiling silence, The Lady in the Vellum swam swiftly to me. Her skin glistened in the fulgent moonlight
Look at this picture So lively and boisterous Feels like it was captured just yesterday Everyone was so happy Everyone was so healthy Enjoying the air that we shared
I looked at my mother as she puts her makeup on. Many words popped into my mind. Beauty Sadness Strength Would I one day wear the armor like she does?
Lovely rain, How simply magnificent you are, With your small droplets as clear as glass, That fall from the heavens to bring new life to the ground below.
The girl in the mirror She was not me She wore my face like I was happy The girl in the mirror She was a fake She was a mask Never meant to be torn off She made the world seem
That sounds pretty? No Mr.President, I don’t want it to sound pretty   I want it to rock you to your core make you feel things you have never felt before
One SmileOne laughOne lookOne soundOne touchOne memoryOne mindOne heartOne breathOne girl makes it allTake one away, the girl is goneWhy would someone do such a thing?
Sleep sweet my dear For sleep is just a dream Happiness shielded by darkness Life as a truth   For sleep is just a dream And time once a thought Life as a truth Heart a stopwatch  
Up on the hill by the mansion Beneath a loud luminous sky Clouds race in from the North- A rogue storm nears. Gusts of wind demolish fields and trees A blur of brown, orange, and green fly by.  
I Can Still Remember I can still remember the words you said to me. I Can Still Remember I can still remember how you covered my mouth with your hand. I Can Still Remember
The secret is hidden within the rose burried in the garden of thorns for if you try to rech me beware you wlle torn and in your dreams I shall awake a mist of golden rays
I can hear the unspoken sounds of words To the quiet whisper of Gaily, shuffled, and intimate To the distant rumble of Revoked, sanctify, and rebellion Each word is humming a lullaby
It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy An assault on my senses, the sensation was too much to bear. We walked into the cracked pavement that was washed under the sun
Leaving you was the hardest thing to do but the right thing the best thing But you no longer existed The man consumed by his worst demons,  the shell of a once lively father with a great mind but also
I am poetry  My words fly with the birds and the bees  My definition of poetry is being free  My poetry is deeper than the ocean with explosive emotions  It can be more violent than the push and pull of waves
Gobbledegook from my math teacher's lips, An impending lab report due, The headaches they come; I internally grieve As my soul turns a sapphire blue.  
I fell asleep, completely alone And before me arose an ocean of riches And as I began to walk through them clutching my new found riches to my chest I looked up at the fiery sunrise
Klinks of empty bottles on concretelazy heat, blowing in my hair..yesand my dress "Don't you know i don't need you?"
 NOTE: The original looks like the image     Peach  Yawning, the light of a passing day dips the horizon in an apricot die  
The flames die out. Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky. The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down. Resting place. Somberness rises with the moon.
My soul is overflowing. My brain is overwhelmed. My heart is bleeding. Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips. Mixing with the ink on the page. My words staring back at me.
Its hard to decide but it's the life James lived Watching best friends kick in doors Putting guns to people ribs Hear three shots James panic and ran. James just realize he witness a murder
If you choose to love me here are some things you need to know:
My eyes snap open Why am I  strapped to a chair? My mind is groggy. Where am I? Most importantly, Who am I?   I don’t know much But I know that I am comfortable, I am at peace,
I wake up to armies marching and battling inside my head. It is all gunfire and dropping mortals, Men ducking for their lives, Commanding Officers yelling orders, And dying men screaming out for their mamas,
  A needle: a small, thin object with a sharp point that mends our open wounds.   Sewing needles are polished and used by seamstresses to keep our clothes stitched and tailored.
I have never truly been able to find myself. Confused and lost in a sea of thoughts. What is my purpose in life? Where will I see myself in the future? Wanting a special dream to call my own.  
Dear little black girl, You are not so much little but your heart is the same, broken.
Yo te quiero, Abuelita! The smell of freshly baked tortillas Drifts through the small home Old and well-worn chairs are scattered Throughout the living room
Yesterday, your eyes were green.   They were a subtle green, the color of a springtime meadow at dawn. They were the color of hope; the color of trying again.  
I have this sort of obsession. It’ll seem alarming, but hear me out.   I have these dreams, visions really, of blood. It’s fresh, dripping or pooling on hardwood floor.  
It's so dark in here. I can't even see the cage that confines me. I shout for help, but not even my echo can roam free. I am trapped. I am bound by these chains,  not made of metal,
She comes home from work sugar coated With heavy eyes deflated like a failed bread bakers experiment And I wait at the table For her to come home
What to say, what to write as I search my mind for any matching word                                                                             
Story of a Little Black Girl   I was three. Socks up to knees. Posed in front of trees. Mom saying cheese. School wasn't ready for me.
The early bird chirps at the rising sun. The street kid holds close his precious tin of glue. A student hurries to school eager to learn. The poet smiles at the beautiful sky so blue.  
The first time I caught a glimpse of your hair I couldn't stop watching I couldn't stop staring I followed The wavy golden hair The scent of innocence The look of innocence I saw this only within you hair
I write poems For truth for expression for love  For honestly For the breaks up and makes ups I write poems For the boy who will never love me
I hear piercing screams from the burning village. From scared women, adults and underage. Oh! The terror of this pillage! I am standing behind the muzzle of a smoking gun, And I can’t stop firing, “Bam! Bam!”
I miss the random trips, When girls came trashy and liquor came cheap. When it rained weed and laughter came easy. When dictionaries lacked words like “free” but had words like “crazy” in plenty.
Crossing the border, not being buried six feet below    Otherwise cover with dust is why I pick up the pencil & paper  who can't .  Dark night, dehydration, death at side of 
Cherry-picked exactness and I’m trying to tell you exactly what I mean. Will you listen? Because some days I hear beautiful things that I don’t like, and wonder why they are even here. I used to read all the time.
I Am The Bull, I'm North Carolina In a Nutshell, I Write These Stories Of My City And Let Them Tell Themselves I Place Them All On My Shoulders, I Am a Homemade Shelf I Am Made Of The Instruments In The Background, Of The Music That Bumps In My He
1976 My parents spent most of their time fighting in their bedroom because they didn't want my sister and I to see them struggling.
On the back porch looking out of the screen There is beauty that is before my eyes, with The green hills that span miles and miles. A Southern Delicacy
The Crow swallows the Swallow over the plantation of snow.A child and a brain battle royal under the crow in the pasture until the mind overpowers the immature being.
The end of the world fallsin silver shining dots on gray ground.The sky has sunlight in it somewhereover there, but here the shadows cupa low roof above our heads. Silence.A plastic bag drifts down. Lightning
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men Where none think to trod A black wall caging in the livestock All together lost within an arbitrary boundary   Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016 Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
Welcome to my Dark house.  We contained our self, full of surprises. Miss understood we all stand. The darkness that is all there is. Why am I so lonely? Am I under mind control? Am I out of control?
Sometimes I like to think in even numbers because Prime numbers tend to lend a connotative tone Sometimes when I close my eyes to slumber
Officially unofficial Temporary partner because for the moment it was beneficial Emotions intertwine and interchange and then it hit you Your perception of reality was a tragedy
I am from song, from stereo and carseat. I am from a cat on the street. Stray, found with amazing grace. I am from the flower garden, the gardenias, whose pungent perfume I recall
Ibleedin verses,my heart a rhythm;iambic, and constantblank meter, sporadic.Words fly like winds,words fall like rain,clacking uponkeys.  
Reality is whatever my words make it.   A long forgotten shack in the middle of a blizzard,
 No larger than a minuscule larva I knew I was unique As I grew larger with age My qualities were shamed I knew what they said was false
I look at the sky in all its heavenly expanse and wish for wings, and I would set out for the earth They would not be the thin wings of insects, glittering and clear of all doubt.
You think my life's a picture, but it’s really a masquerade. Paper masks covered in glitter have you thinking I got it made. Go ahead, tear away the curtain, I'll show you what lies behind.
Like little specs of happiness Fluttering around at night, I've never thought of them as pests, Their light gives me hope and might.   Their bioluminescence And their all around magic
Her whole life she's dreamt of love. She's dreamt of euphoria, All consumed euphoria. She's dreamt of optimism, Blind but sure optimism. She's dreamt of unending joy, Broken only by breakup.  
I’m just a kid Always have been, always will be.   From the creative spirit I display To the tests that life has to offer
The colors in the world slowly faded. Like an old picture that slowly loses its color, As the corners curl. The world becomes dim and seemingly hollow. At times it seems like the world is at a standstill;
Dear twelve-year-old me,Wearing an outcast’s scowlAnd bitterly drinking SpriteOn the bleachers at the middle school dance:Picture yourself on the floor.    
Let the waves take me under, let my tired lungs fill with tears. Like my mother's, who wept for years. I got it from her. Mother knew best.
There is no opinion quite like my own. It’s so well thought out; I wear it like a jacket. I grew it in my garden (I never missed a day of watering). It became a flower amongst tangled weeds of opposing ideas.  
that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone that buzzes from the depths of your soul to the teeth in your skull to the tips of your fingers, bouncing on the keys,
to whom this may concern: i am now free i do not wish to sing thee barren praise nor have it fall on eyes that cannot see
To my selfless parents: Raised like a princess, Constant support, Late night talks, Just lots of love. The kindest parents Who give me inspiration
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me. Say it loud Im black and I’m proud 
  Wrinkled edges and dog-eared pages, Smudges from the swift stroke of a careless hand ― Crispy remnants of a poem spaghetti-stained
Excitement  This is what I feel   Takeoff I'm at ease Imagining the blue waters of the sea   I land Please, I just want to be in the sand The sun's light turns me blonde
Day scotching, calories burning, shirt unfitting Yes they were alarming "happy birthday boss"Happy birthday even my stomach began groaningAs its inner beings rejoiced for the yummy food scent;
Looking for a female beauty, that splash in my face on summer vacation Why wipe my opportunities away like sweat? Why! Oh! Why play hard to get? Well! Girls want what they cannot have
to say that i’m “distracted” would be an understatement   the way yonder shoulder radiates, the opaline flesh revealed; a testament to the raw fertility of the deltoid;
I started off small. As I grow and grow I feel that I am more recognizable to my surroundings as one. I combust into a light source so strong, that nobody dares glare at me for too long.
The last intoxicated drop of alcohol ran down his chin. He was told he could never win. The small bag with white powder stared back tempting his every move. Their were voices in his head that wantd him to loose.
Growing up is never easy, Constantly trying to understand my being. This person they constantly questioned Discriminated, and offended.  
Do you make wishes at 11:11Do you plan from 11:09 When your hope bubbles over andAll of your troubles and desires File into a line where the biggest dream races practicality for a spot in the frontAnd converts to words soon to be evaporated into a
Please, Young girl don't cry,  Pretty girl don't cry, But if you must, I am here. I am hear for your tears, For your dreams,  For your thoughts. I am here. Lay your head down,
Though blind of sight, but not of what’s right, comes the plight of night and light. Never able to see how their plea affects you and me brings forth deception, Which brings us to the loss of hope.
Dear uncle, I hope the cigars were worth it Just like your breathe was stolen from your chest, It's left us all choking on the emptiness And even though you're still in my heart, I wish that you were here.
Rain, Trickles down my window pane, Reminding me that it's okay, To cry sometimes. Your brave face cracks like thunder, Leaving you to wonder, If it's okay to let it melt away,
"Just Married" signs are so  wonderful to be seen  on the back of a car speeding down the highway to a destination  unknown by onlookers.  The direction only to be determined 
The hand of the friend of a sinners son They cried at night felt they were the only one Their happiness they lost in a world so cold To only live lonely and grow old
Barrier of who go banana As they have a face thunder, As they lead to the intolerable on my infatuations.
words spill from my lipslike a water fountain in crimson red there is so much i want to say, alwaysmy tongue like a reel of film ripped down the center;writing makes me feel unique
Life is touched in gold, and bathed in silver Touched in nirvana, bathed in desperation, by affliction, by mysterysome pain, never promised gainBathed in the blackness of the loud, engraved in the brightness of the nightsculpted in the shadows of
It's crazy. There's this thing: I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway. The Eternal One. Sustainer. Peace-Maker;
Jay was a woman: Elegant, and Porcelain in Her complexion. She Lit-up Rooms effortlessly, a mere smile was all it took. Unfortunately, She was fickle, which tainted this perfection.
Tall, skinny, man stand above me. Struck with horror by another man, Like thunder strikes a tree.
Beds   From deflated air mattresses to beds so big not even a pillow and a body could fill it   From lush green jungles
Life is full of wonder, fulfillment and love, kindness from above, your life starts as a blank page, but as you go on it turns to a book full of poems, pages and pages that tell you a story.  
Mirror, why do you hide what's inside? It's as if you judge people on how they look or their outside mask You glisten You shine But you hide You hide my beauty on the inside My emotions
  Into her torn shoes fell the rocks. She let them crumble, let herself bleed. Trudging towards her tryst with trees, under battered broken branches she
Self loathing for feeling like a king Inside a dream only meant for a kid Not only does your sharp tongue sting
Upon death the Spirit was born Not heralding a crown or extravagantly adorned The Spirit was free, and had a right to be
I was just another kid, bright eyed, the world was mine, till I found out, it was all a lie, not one person gives hand outs, no ones your friends, you work so hard, but you still pretend
    Hey it's that kid with the ashen skin Skinny white b♂y who you could snap like a twig Ask me again how that story went Because the first time around my voice cracked thin
The color of my face, the wind in my hair Are all symptoms of the life I bear.   Chilling bursts with the warmth of the sun, Are contradictions of the life I’ve won.  
Before the clock's tenth bell rung Just a slight tick tock after one, He embraced a child with love And that child loved back. Until The child was a child no more.   The clock's hand pulled away
Tiffany was my given name I have quite the history Medically so to speak My 7th year alive was unique My brain stroked out I collapsed on the floor, half aware The right side of my body
Strolling through the forest, Pushing through thorns, Slowly making progress, Stepped on a trap, Caught in a rope net, Dragged into the darkness, Not much can be seen.   Yet familiar.
‘Poetry? Did Mrs. Ring just say poetry? Roses are Red, Violets are blue, what’s new? That’s all the poetry I ever knew A haiku? What was that? Oh boy, I may want this lesson to go fast’
I suppose I would like You to know that I am sorry. That’s how all apologies and the like are supposed to begin, With that admission of guilt or regret or something that tastes like bile
She yells to remind  me of the love she has in her voice her own pain reflects  memories that I know  all to well  For I am not afraid of  the voice that reminds 
I walk down the street With a purse slung on my shoulder A book in one arm And a binder in the other I keep my head down Whenever someone passes Rushing to work Hurrying to be faster
Power can be relentless, as it is the fabricated illusion that we create to light  up the morning sky.It is the delicate string that determines the shape and size of the web that we call life.Bouts of self doubt and petty anger are the dark ominou
You whisper it in the pouring rain, one long smooth chant. With a circle in space you speak in true unity. Together as time slows the beauty above is framed in fire and ice. The mists bring vital peace to those 
A little quiet hill Sitting very still With a modest pride Slanted curve aside. Every tree's tappered stems Adorned starry diadems Glistening dew of morn The dawn of a day born.
You two really are magnets. But you both have the same polarity. And maybe you were both purple once But he's red, and you're blue. But me? I'm yellow. And he and I? We're orange.
You won't get married to him. Not yet, at least. I probably won't either, but that's only because you're both cheaters. But for now, I'm glad I ruined your chance with him. By the way, you're a terrible cook
There was a day before you and there'll be a day after you. And I know no one thought that day was soon,But it was.
The snow crunches beneath my feet. Each cold step can’t be repeated Even if I say a do over is needed. God says control is his to keep And asks that I take the famed leap. That in this snowy, shadowy scape
Being depressed as a kid is well, strange. Because you never can see a future. Instead you see the present, and everything that it holds. It holds promise and love and a future for everyone else, but not quite for you.
With one last screech the Eagle soared through the sky This winged beast, flew overhead, blocking the sun The world seemed to slip right from underneath his feet Why the pain, there was no pain
Humans are Ignorant; Illiterate and Inexperienced. We live in a world Poisoned by Greed.
The love of the game can bring you all the fame, but it can tear you down and bring you shame. When that shame comes, you must learn to deal. If you cannot deal, then you will not heal.
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.  
I'm not a surgeon but, I can fix a heart using a couple stitches. I know she has been hurt I can tell by her pictures... She, Sticks your stomach in so boys can like her pictures... She,
the air is swept from your lungs . in one fleeting gasp. everything you clung to, everything you leaned upon. every dream from the deepest parts of your heart
Hello, Do You Love Me? I know the last time we spoke you made it plain That you didn't care about me, or my pain You shoved all the blame on me And now it's as obvious as can be
Gunman Gunman I feel so ashamed With negative emotions feeling your brain While gunshots and rage perform on the stage Dozens and dozens Lost in fright Left in the dark to bleed all night LGBT
It is easy to lose oneself gazing into the vastness of space.   The calm beating of the heart begins to mirror the gently pulsing twinkle of the stars. The consciousness is perfectly absorbed
Burying close family members, Has inscribed etchings of fatality. The Voice is locked up in chambers, For the negative voices of brutality Has left a lifeless Body silent.
Closed eyes Darkness They can see you Look left! They can hear you Look right!  Nothing there Cold breath crawls in your ear Tunr Around!  Did you see that? They heard you 
Have you never noticed how a sunflower always faces the sun throughout the entire day? How her petals frolic in the wind and play?
Words swirl on the page, the deep blue ink staining They transform from words into something more; a painting. The picture of my mind, written out--no, drawn. Like adding another brushstroke, adding another on.  
You’re the one who holded me through all these months Who always tend to be the one that counts You went through all of the fuss and huss. That time, too tough to touch.
I want to give you The most beautiful words in the world To hold in your heart And keep on a cold day When my voice is far too far away.
I awoke to the fusion of the heavenly scents of eggs, pancakes, waffles, and bacon. Sunlight engulfed my bedroom in a beautiful array of pale oranges and lemony yellows.  
Spirit of the wind, carry me home Spirit of the carry me Spirit of the wind carry me home to myself   Sankofa! Bird of the dark people
My eyes translate images into a new language outside the two edges of the globe. The striped shirt hanging loosely on a rack In the middle of a crowded Marshall's Has not the label of male or female.
There once was a man who chased the sun. He rode his bright red convertible between his hands at ten and two. The sweet breeze flapped around his blue hibiscus shirt and he smiled.
A little boy went to town to sell his little wooden wares, Throughout the town and by the path's old cobblestone stairs. The little boy cries out and sings his only warbled song,
May twenty-four, nineteen-ninety-one   a day of importance, a day of remembrance, a day of reverence marking the end of a thirty-year bloody, decimating struggle for independence.
You murdered me with whisperings of trusted secrets now in fling. Our trust you tore with rampant greed and flaunted my foolish empathy that marked you as my everything.  
I slowly closed my eyes. Awake in the forest. The background of blurred colors began to die. I still saw your silhouette staring back at mines. When I was younger. I weeped.
The man who trained fireto flit from his lipsfell in love with the womanwho sangwith water’s voice.  
Why is it That a ninth-grade Honors English teacher has to tell thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year-olds Not to look up ideas for a slam poem assignment Why is it
It is my unalienable right to not be here right now. I’m entitled to the pursuit of happiness and this isn’t it.Maybe stars get lonely too,Thousands of miles away from their closest friendMaybe they are sick
The water ripples silently Like all my thoughts combined, I listen for the creak of oars; Such sound I cannot find.   You’ve been away too long, My Love,
Let us all act like intellectuals and romanticists. Let us frolic in anguish and arrogance. Let the abyss absorb all piety and love. Have hope. No, desire hope, for the wish to have it is just as futile as hope itself. Don't fear my dear, Please d
You look outside of the houuse window to view the scenery in the neighborhood and find two officers flanking your farther sitting on the bench in front of the house.Nosily you go outside to get a better status. There he goes. There who goes?
Saturday morning again, and the bees are wanting to settle into our c-l-a-v-i-c-l-e-s.
You say I am a disgrace But you are not an ace I see you see my face misplaced Nor can I reach for a hug because I am a disgrace.
There were the stairs, just outside of the apartment complex. I sat there with the day, listening to the wind complain about the world.   There were palm trees with leang trunks
I see the world From up a tree What might this world Be waiting for me I wait to hear your wings Fly through the wind
  The relative I never understood you as a person your twisted personality is always taking sharp turns into dark corners
Spinning words slowly One by one They fall into place Using strands of words That come from your heart Beads of blood That cling daintily Reflected upon your face As a way to show
Why am I still standing here In this place where I was once happy Even though I close my eyes I still feel you staring down at me Why won't you leave me alone? How am I supposed to move on with this stare?
Driving home alone late at night is something of a religious experience. It’s not something you’ll want to do often— it’s like church that way— but you realize that sometimes we need loneliness
Pens are marvelous creatures, aren't they? They live and breathe and bleed. Oh, yes how they bleed All over pages, endlessly marking history,
she's only fifteen and she's already lying about her age to boys. she's only fifteen and already performing oral sex. she's only fifteen she's already trying to loose her virginity.
My pencil sets fire on blank planes Words spew out like bullets, Marking the white with black splatter and gritty lead. This goes on for what seems like hours but really it's been minutes
if you asked me to write down all my trivial thoughts i remember on a daily basis, there wouldn't be many. maybe a melody of laughter with friends or blurry faces brushing by in the hall or
I want to make a distinction Between “human” and Homo sapiens “Human” is my choice Homo sapiens is my species And I want to make a distinction Between “animal” and “Animalia”
I prayed for death, but it never came. No amount of tears could wash away my pain. Illegitimate by birth, scorned for living in my truth on this earth; I wanted nothing, so I stared into the abyss.
I want a million thousand bills couple masions in the hills.but my people.Dien soldiers in the field.but they babies it real.Go to war like navy they call it life bout a thrill.practice makes perfect.everyday you
Some dogs are faithful than Some Human dogs didn’t burn villages and homes It did not kill and murder Rather than protect and company
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
What does it mean to be masterful in the contortion of words and phrases? To be able to twist the thoughts of what we feel and make it meanful to another, To be here, but with those words be transported into other places,
Being young and homeless having possesion But dont own shit the folks that put you out on the streets hide behind a good class I can see thru a good glass what lies behind and beneth the classification of help is help
Poetry. What is Poetry, they ask? Is it like the ocean, how it flows? How you can hear the waves crash? Or like the television, visualizing everything outside of your home?
There is a moment, when a spark thunders down, when all I need is a glass and no sound.The first moment like it, which no one could predict, was, for me, when everything clicked.
Look, Mommy! I grab the bleach blonde Fake ponytail extension From the Target shelf And place it, like a crown, atop my frizzy chestnut brown curls. Mommy, can I have it please?
I lost a piece of me, once upon a day Once upon everyday It seeps out of my pores The flames I once was praised for Is slowly smothered
            Where I’m from, people work day to day to sustain their families and the daily food is always there, my dad works it the same way struggling day to day to provide our needs and our likes.
And I remember being sick to my stomach Watching him rip each layer from my underdeveloped corpse   I felt more dead than alive
  A poem inspired by the militarization of the border as well as the Chicano Movement.     Las hierlas  
"you only pick the goods from her remains, because it's only a persistence 
Your light shone but once, sprouted my rose of ardor, the rose soon to wilt.   In plentiful bloom, is our chemical romance, beautiful yet beastly.   Bleeding our love:
I have cold, hard skin, but don't let it fool you. Even with it's hard texture it's still smooth. The color of my skin is the finest of black. Much like my brothers and sisters.
I want to travel the world, but I do so in my head. When people look at me do they see the distance in my eyes? The wanderlust in my countenance? I reside in my head living in the state of Nostalgia
I never realized how much I was missing out on life Never realized I was still in the night You found me smoking a cigarette and you reached out your hand Why me?
Why me? Empty, and alone Stripped of my skin with my core exposed. I thought it was a dream, when the screams wouldn’t stop When my skin felt too hot When my eyes got too wide
Why me? Empty, and alone Stripped of my skin with my core exposed. I thought it was a dream, when the screams wouldn’t stop When my skin felt too hot When my eyes got too wide
Glazed doughnuts from Krispy Kreme, fresh Grainy sand between my beached toes Golden wheat swaying in the soft winds Globs of paint being smoothed out across flat canvas plains
I am a Latina I'm here because my parents crossed walls they weren't suppose to They tell me their stories of struggle So those are things that i'll never have to go through
I toss words across an expanse filling it with sound and nonsense To push away silence and pain All the gunshot wounds bloody arms
During the blue twilight  While the mist is sleeping And there is barely a sound of breathing,  don't give up hope. There will be sun after the storm There will be a strong love after you're worn.
There was a time we were so close,Two chains linked together,Two rings made with each other,The yin and yang Cuz we were so different. Now?
you are the reason the ancients worshiped the sky.someone so beautiful could not have come from the dirt of the Earth,you were born in the aftermath of a supernova. you have galaxies blooming inside of you
Dear Grandma You always made the best tea. I even cried when I went other places and it didn’t taste like yours. Dear Grandma
A plate represents the world in a lot of diffrent ways .
Oh,    Ode to heels and the height they offer.   Ode to my four inch stilts underneath    me.    But, in my four inch stilts,    A struggle to create movement exists;    Even as they raise a giant in their       wake.     My four inches have becom
Within a forest draped with snow a tiny girl with freckles goes She runs and jumps and plays, alive without the worries held inside Of most adults, women or men but wait, I should begin again
Violets are blue, or purple, or so. Roses are red, or pink, or yellow. Blades and bullets tossed from us to them. Nothing compares in reality to film. It rains thick and dark contagious red
My Dearest Jennifer,I hope this letter finds you. I hope and pray that you'll treasure this; my words of truly profound and deep love for you always and forever!
I am not a surviver This is my note that says I failed My death didn't matter and neither have I All I needed was wanting to know "Why" I am no surviver   you've told me I'm strong
Humidity is a bitch to me. It’s alive. Sitting on cement, slapped fresh by Texas afternoon rain. Microscopic droplets carry home, lingering oils resting on cheeks. Clouds from above float through chambers of my lungs.
Scratch our story into skin flip my pages thin you’ll never forget me.   Justify my every move to conform to nothing in my naked mind.   You assure me I’m alive
My eyes are wildflowers Dirt roads. Weeds and Willow trees   Main stream is cement. Dead. My dreams must live and breathe   I won’t be anything but myself. Otherness.
Every time I look to my watch, on my wrist, I see the scars that remind me of my past, The cuts that haunt my dreams, The memories that will forever be there, Reminding me that all I was in life is an failure,
Over all of the pain and sorrow We will overcome We have to stay strong and believe that the world can be altered Once in a while things will get tough, but we have to stand tall and be judicious
When that one person tells me I can never be who I want to be, it's just like  liquid metal  through my veins. A fire lighting behind my eyes. And not to mention this
Need to know where to go Looking for the soul Looking for the flow Walking the back roads   Smell of pine Sweetens the dry air I have some thing to share That's if any one cares  
The waves are steady and still Bright is the sun like a daffodil but a storm is brewing up ahead Some stayed, but others fled Determined was I to sail hereafter no matter what, despite the disasters
Eyes close,Swoosh!Vehicle passing by,Beep! Beep!Passing by the road rage,Tweet! Tweet!Passing by a bird’s song,Sniff!Passing by a bakery,
On my way out of the darkness Running from their hatefull bliss Heart beating like a drum Slowly my body is going numb Trying to reach the light Willing to put up a fight
 They say im not suppose to know about you  because im to young speak of your presence to immature to understand your depth to innoscent to know how dangerous you really are and 
Leaf holding rain drops/as eyes have tears/never fall down
A number two pencil and a blank paper sat on my desk. My teacher, with gall, said, " My poems are the best" So I looked at her, deep in her brown eyes, and wondered, "Why is she telling us lies?"
Nine innings of emotions that can vary from absolute depression to elation with the swing of one 34 inch stick.  1st: Hope, excitement, nervous, anything can happen 
See through the eyes What falls in-between Touch with the tips And feel the breeze Taste with the lips And smell through the pits The tears I bleed And what nature relieves  
Vast, and far away, the mountains do suppose their own opinion Upon the landscape of heavy speculation. Their shadow is only proof that a sun exists behind, Quiet and unstoppable in its steady progress.  
Let The Caged Bird Free Assata Toney   As the free birds fly by The caged bird watches with envy She opens her wings
all these colors rushing up to greet me all these ups and downs adrenaline running all these beautiful voices surround me exceat for one thats in my head that's in my heart
    Home is safe Humid sizzling hot sun Home reminds me of my innocence self
There is a thing of all things that is posed My head is hurt in a bad ill way The brain I have is sure to stop and rot Doc can not help me how I need to be I am sure this may end good ole' me
Born and raised in a glory-hungry west, where a mad king now lays However, under the care of a beloved royal family, whom shall fight, love, and care for you; even up till the rapture
Growing up, out in the field, in the heat Is where I lived, filled with nothing but peace and love Out in the sights is where, from land to lake, grew the wheat And throughout the sky was filled with our famous doves
Together forever we though we may be, Until the day I was called in for service; But all was not lost, for our phones were the key Call, text, and stay in contact we shall be. Still I be nervous  
Bloody carnations, stamped down flat into sizzling concrete;The smell of their demise is sickly sweet.It's caught in my lungs, filling them up as thoughAll the air I now breathe is just tar--
A teacher sits in front of a class, spewing words of wisdom on how to construct flows and defining ourselves within the words we speak. The words we write. "Someone, someday, somewhere, will want to hear your story."
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
3,337   He saw the world in moving frames, one after another. A flickering shutter catching light in rapid sequence. 
Avoided me on purpose, back then didn't matter to you, you say you had changed, because we were before our time, and that may have been true, Avoided me on purpose, felt like i was making up lies,
all i need is love By Nashon kempI know it's been a week you've been on my mind for show. You just got off your feet you got some miles to go. I got a full tank I can let you ride for show. 
The chocolate that seduces you the sweet sound of the melodic choir that whispers in your ears the sways and curves that accompanies it let’s not forget the lion’s mane the lion’s mane that emphasizes her beauty
Boom, Boom, Boom. The beat ensares me, blood pumping, my mind, my body breaks free from the cursed ropes of a binding society. In here, they can't know, In here, I go with the flow,
  If one isn’t ready for something Why prepare yourself for it? You began to follow your heart Forgot about your mind And fears
Wailing heard through an amplified tshauv queej, And constant beat of the drums. Through the quick bangs, Arrives the light rum. For all men to drink, To feel drunk to the brink.
The waking world I’ve realized Is limited And can’t surprise   The busy, buzzing Mind inside
If I could bring anything, I would bring my edgy socks They breathe between who I am now and the steps I am taking to become They smoothen the edges I have formed around my insides  
If I could bring anything, I would bring my edgy socks They breathe between who I am now and the steps I am taking to become They smoothen the edges I have formed around my insides  
I adored the beach, Which became my oasis when lonely thoughts plagued my mind.  Juice from the mangoes I’d pick dripped from my full lips as I bathed in the clear waters, and the afternoon sun.  Sweet sounds of Erykah Badu’s singing voice filled
We live in a world full of Facades, Empty hearts, with greedy intentions, This world is a black and white canvas, Full of people in masks... who’s behind the mask?
I cannot live without brilliance, Unconditional love or just emotional intelligence, Such a compromise that I will let arise, For the sake of seeds of progress. I need to breathe "it's possible"
I’ll take you on this journey; across warm bars of sand, over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures. Embrace the treasures of soil beneath your naked feet.   As your soul tremors
Without my Bible I become more fragile With no wisdom There is no system A child with no direction A man with no intentions
In the Right Upper Room, tinted cyan and splattered lavender and bittersweet, Lives a long man named Meraki. Growing wild white hair and shedding roses from his glassy eyes,
I stand to lift my hands in praise and elevate my eyes towards YOUR own. YOUR face reminds that I am never alone, that YOU hold me all my days.   YOU captivated me and set my heart ablaze.
Bony knobs on two tall trees, Faint white hairs and scabby knees. Calves like angles drawn in maths Glide lithe steps up rugged paths. Thighs of steel and hams like meat Help me beat a quick retreat.
A zealous tempest from within It craves your triumph, this humorously tenacious emotion  When conquered by hatred, pain, and depression It'll arise evermore against all apprehension
In the night sky The star’s twinkle To the rhythm of my heart The man in the moon Sings me to sleep With the sweetest melody Made of light and convex beams   Colors dance in the daylight
What I Can't Live Without
Ambition, my drive   My mission is ride all of these waves until the day that I survive, with my mind, body, and soul.
I feel the eyes caressing me through the spine up to the thinly fibers above my head Here, feeling the rush of the gentle touch to the heart And hearing the many utterance exposing my guilt
Leaves crinkling with old age, People breathing, watching their lives pass by. People don’t know… They haven’t found their life. Their life…Their purpose.
I've spent a lifetime in this room.Certain sources of light.Various lamps have come and gone,all lasting different times.Wherever they have been placedin the dark box that is my room,
Nocturnal beauty flying through the night Indigo Gypsy hiding from the light. Close your eyes, make a wish  and send it up in a cloud. Lost you are, but soon to be found.   The stars can't be reached,
In the night it shines bright, With its blaze above, A crackle, a hiss, a big warm light, Why can’t this be loved.   We see its flare dancing in the air, I wonder why this is,
It seems we are doomed to watch the way mankind ravages itself, tearing and yanking blowing holes in itself until the Titanic could float better than it.   we see the kidnappings and rape
On an Island... My imagination, stretching itself infinately inwards. What is Life without Life? As I think to myself what I couldn't live without, I stay still. Instead of atoms, I am made of moments.
Things. Things. Things. So many things. Stuffed into the closet. Shoved under the bed. Scattered on the floor. More like caked onto the floor. Do I even have a floor?
I’ve always lived  as though the Lord can give  and can take away. I try not to cling to things of this world  not a person, place,  or possible possession is so important that my world would
There is someone in my life, I always know is there. He'll never ever leave me; He's the answer to my prayer.
Lying on the cement floor, alone and shaken, a dog that would soon be taken to her forever home, one who had been cast away to suffer but was given a second chance. Walking into the rescue shelter,
The dirty cream-colored tile felt cool against her back like the leather seats in a bus going back to school after a long winter break.
I'm like a cardboard box... My edges are creased,  I seem to be put together,  But I'm not.  If I'm left in the rain I fall apart,  That is what happens when I hold so much inside, 
Worn and torn, you have been through all, Happily by my side since I was small. Intricately woven and embroidered by hands that did care. To me you were the perfect gift.
Trudging his lifeless body out of the rusty gate of life, A bloodshot-eyed boy stumbles down a gloomy street Breathing in the purities and love of the world
All I need is myself For in me there is strength Hidden talents But as an open book I feed my flaws
Her mind lives in a beautiful oasis, A bright blue ocean, vast and lively. Filled with terror and past experiences. Roaming the halls for security.
      If you ask Google “what are the most essential resources to sustain human life?” Google will tell you that food, water, oxygen and a moderate temperature are the basic necessities for human survival. 
I once so feared the world that my palms would sweat. Everything beautiful that I could ever touch Slipped in between my fingers. I tightened my grip, just to find dirt under my nails
you have done so much for us taking care of everyone, providing for your children, even though they are adults, your support will always provide
Lyrically speaking, I am the metamorphisis you've been seeking for. I am the 24th gene, Bonded with a single male chromosome to produce living.
It's the time of the day, where kids can have a brief moment of peace. It's where they can abruptly stop their work, and fill up their empty bellies. In a comfortable sized room, 
She is his Diamond. With every gaze into her immaculately beautiful mosaic eyes, he sees truth in her words as she promised forever.
Perfect in its shape Sitting high upon a plate Its hills and summits circling A perfect mountain A chocolate mound Delicately drizzled delicacy A picture of tranquility Crafted and consummated
Joy  I. The noise of those late night, city street, movie theatres with firecracker popcorn machines: that high top sneaker beat. II.
Somebody once said No Man Is An Island, But I'm on this Island immersed in desolation without you,
Acclimating to the weather patterns of a Best friend whose Climate is so heated by the breath of polar bear Dogs, takes time,
Held between fingers On this forsaken bleached sand, To skin or paper Your markings will not desist. For you fulfill me, And allow my expressions To flow freely from your tip.
Typing inching Eyelids tiring Heroes crying Villains dying   Sleep depriving Caffeine failing Planets burning Magic learning   Resolve crumbling Block existing.
I do not seek power or glory. I seek freedom and justice for the victims. Those whose silence deafens our ears and harrows out our hearts. To turn around the heads of humanity and pull off the blindfold and earplugs out.
Once I was a child, and innocence was a close friend. We did everything together. It’s a shame we lost contact Once I was a stranger, and wanted nothing more than to change that when I saw her across the room
The desolation of one's existence is a challenge Thoughts are rampant with no expression On this facade of emptiness lives love one so powerful, one so nurturing. When there is nothing we must overcome to build something to live off of. She will b
Imagine. The sand beneath your feet is not sand, but the pores on a giant’s face. You walk on his cheeks and eyes and you reach an ear, a cove nestled beneath a bed of         seasick rocks.
Stranded on an island; isolated from society. I wonder why this would happen to me, what act has brought this misfortune upon me? Sounds of cities, people, and cars alike, become a distant memory in what would seem overnight.
I must chose only one thing to take with me But there is so much that I need  Food for hunger Colth for warmth Wepons for protection  More! I need so much more! I am materialistic 
My Black Rock Ethiopian Cross   When the yellow school bus rides the asphalt road to school without me, and I am left with disappointment on the curve, and morning winter weather
The Bible, tis the only Book I cannot live without within it's covers are the best of things that one can learn about It teaches excellent citizenship and good moral values Yet It gently corrects you without even a scowl
The freedom I feel knowing I can run,  and dance, and jump in any motion I so desire,  offers a grand contribution to the joy I feel inside; The bruised scarred, sturdy,
Beautiful face, but no emotion Smile so bright, but never shows it Blank expression, wouldn't I know it Never single, always floatin' Bipolar tendencies, emotions roller coastin'
Imagination As endless as an universe but as dark as a black hole It’s there in my dreams but gone when I’m awake There is a jubilant side but also a melancholy side
While stuck in this forced individuality, I concede and contemplate the whereabouts of my new found actuality.
My love for you is like no other love Never before have I felt as I feel When standing  with your lights shining above I feel my stage’s love, almost unreal The fact that you let me share completes me
02/16/1998, birth ofKèlynn Brooks,Born to be great,A crazy fate,Too much on her plate Infant years,I danced,Infant tears, Parents dear, both parents near,Both parents dry tears , from my face
I go in the coffee shop around 11:26, I stop before moving forward again, I have seen him for the past 3 month, oh god his smile always met me at the door, he always get the same thing small hot green tea amd a doughnut,
If I was stranded on an island never to return to society again The only way I would survive is if I had a never-ending supply of my antidepressant The waves would less choppy and the waters would be less frigid
I.  Am. A reader. A starry-eyed dreamer Who holds worlds in her hands on a daily basis Escaping from the hum-drum to a mythical oasis. I'm a devotee of words, a disciple.
One day I saw him on the couch  Tears falling down his face  Said that we didn't love him enough for him to stay Claiming to us that his life was on the other side 
There is no subtlety in eating this winter treat- a pomegranate a tempting violent ordeal red stickiness permeates   your hands become tools gripping its flesh in both palms
  Sing. Sing your note, That sonorous, twin-cam tune that makes all of my kind— That makes all of our hearts beat that much harder.   Let me fling you around.
The room is filled with happiness, love, and fear Both the woman and man in charge of catching you when you fall When you feel as if you are at your lowest point They will help you through the long walk of life
Dorado   Sentí desde el primer instante que te vi que eras tu, El caballito que siempre deseaba tener.   Algo en ti me alegro, tus pequeños pasos al trotar por las llanuras,
Oh Krishna! I cannot bear the agony in my heavy heart. Being all alone in this unknown place is enough for any gopi to suffer.   In this materialistic world, I am undernourished
Stranded on an island would be an adventure The tropical smells to entice the senses Roaring waves to calm the ears Exotic flowers to appease sight Canopy shelter from dangers Knowledge to braid rope
Without touch I wouldn't be able to feel the rough skin on his sharp jawline. My fingers leaving a path of goosebumps as they trail down his bare shoulders. His soft chest rising faintly, Falling faintly,
The Thing By: Gabriel Greenhalge   What is it that we NEED? A slice of cake Some jewelry Fast cars Big houses   A Mind A Brain Something to think about
The one thing that is needed on a Deserted Island is Love Not only for me but for everyone who can foresee the joys that come along it  That Love is a need not only for health but also to not be lonely 
Please let me lead you.                       his voice shaken, trembling with strength. I know karate. She squeezes her eyes                             shut
HIS presence is heaven to me oh, how HE fills me up with love, only pure love that comes from above, because nothing in this world can satisfy this thirst that I have inside me,  I say to you, brethern, 
Do you remember when wewent and laid on top of your car, justso we could get drunk onthe stars? Remember how we drove forhours, took four wrong turnsand saw the same small piece of Earth thatwe have called home forEighteen years,then, finally saw
 they say God shaped us out of clay, His breath rippling through abandoned parking lots, empty churches, only to strike a chord, ring a bell, sing a song
Melodies fill my ears and float through my head. Singing  the most beautiful harmonies until my worries disappear.   Rhythms course through my veins and 
Without me knowing Jesus is my lord, I am lost in this world with my sins sharp as a sword. Without me knowing Jesus is my lord, I am not only weak, but my mind becomes weaker and my life becomes bored.
She led the mortal lifestyle trying to know what's cool  Carrying feelings of littleness she learned from school  She packed her bags and mapped out all her goals and moves  Now she's living in the bath house; her whole soul consumed  
The skies are crying once again Tears splash violently on the pavement Tears gather at the curb, creating a small stream Leaves on trees try to stay strong to lift the rain drops
Have they changed their color?Has the odious gray fog seeped and sweat across his eyes silently concealing resentment for you?Has his eyebrows quirked and scorned at your words, has his mouth flexed against the fiery brush?
i woke up eyes watery clear,sheets damp with chills of fear,darkness tip toed around my bed,confusion swept 'n smothered my head,yet a warm flower bloomed in me chest,
I look through the telescopeonce more into the wide abyss,i see two things,a sun,a black hole inside it,ever present,keeping me warmwith gentle sunburn.I also see a star,white and shining
why must you set the barso high?I get caught in the rip currentin your eyes,they drag me far awayto that beautiful placewhere my worries don't exist.I want to meet someone else
Mellow sand sliding between my toes Gentle wind brushing past my ears How I will survive only my God knows He is there to take away my tears.   Summer nights are now all I know
Before Her, I struggled everyday. My mind was filled with hordes of demons to slay. Before Her, I started my day numb. I had pills to swallow, life to shy away from.   Now when I feel I can't move out of bed,
We've all been through trying times in our lives, and if we haven't yet, then it is almost inevitably coming. ITS JUST HUMAN NATURE TO HURT, INS'T IT? Most of us experience our suffering at the hands of other people.
She weeps. Not for her own destruction, Not for her own suffocation, Not for her own eroding. She weeps. Because children are dying in the streets.
What does one say that hasn't already been said, When you sit down and cry at the end of your bed? Your heart is heavy, wrenched, and torn. Your face streaked with tears,     eyes forlorn.
There are days in which my forearm remembers stories that I made up, That haunt me and forebode potential illusions. I remember days in which there were many of these days within a day.
I met a boy 
He saw purple and red stripes
  He told me a story
  About how his fist
  Was always kissing bricks
  And as romantic as it was  
He had to quit
  So instead
  He spread a story about himself
  In magenta, black and elf felt green
To lose myself within one of God's many gifts Alone I would beseech the land and sea to walk with me To remind me what I am blessed with and because Of how far I've come.
I’ve been living on this island for as long as I can remember. My arms span out like anchor, un