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II. The Parable of the Baker  
Come to life My beautiful reality That keeps me sane With its artificiality   Savoring Every taunting promise
Come to life My beautiful reality That keeps me sane With its artificiality   Savoring Every taunting promise
Red and white striped in a shape of a wheel,  a wheel that can drive me craving for ones loving feels, From the middle it is all pink dyed,  as though it can describe my deep hurt feelings from the inside, 
Because I loved you… Let me correct myself - Because I love you Present tense, not past because now you consider our love to be completely in the past It hasn’t changed for me…10 months later
Feeling so lost In a place full of roads Everyone is on board While she's stuck Waiting on nothing Yet She knows that her time is burning Not knowing what to do Join the plane or train
It's a struggle My body squirms every time my thumb hits the blue arrow Reveal too much and I become a slave, she's the Jew's Pharoah Conceal too much, she may turn away, This is my conflict, my new peril.
One step at a time My feet pad toward the flagpole near the horizon Nothing stirs in the flat land surrounding me Nothing crunches under me shoes on this dirt road
Being a poet, I've learned to... Express my emotions On a piece of paper Confess my devotion To all that I love and stand up for I have a voice that must be heard
You’re proof that amazing girls still exist You’ve taught me the importance of humility. Meeting you showed me that there is a God, For no accident could have created your beauty.
To the bro who wants to be with Bae, Take heed of the things I am about to convey About the girl who will change the world someday.  
A Poem, a poem, What is this thing? Poetry, a thought That is the crowned king.   If we could see The world truly, We would know that All things are poetry.   
I'll tell you the story of how I killed a Phoenix A Pheonix of the brightest red and orange colors Colors that burned and flamed and lighted up the night, but One Night this bird and I would collide
In my eyes  I see no sunrise breathing for the last time How much time before I hit the ground and  flat line Pictures from my last ride marriage  to a undead bride
The sting The pain The tears All because of the blade Its my weakness My Enemy Its My key You think it hurts Nope! Its just a tiny sting. I say just one But one turns to two
The sting The pain The tears All because of the blade Its my weakness My Enemy Its My key You think it hurts Nope! Its just a tiny sting. I say just one But one turns to two
Bibiana Before your stone, I stand a prodigal This creed of despair is all- All that is left of my grieving ink You our dearest rose Found it fair to wither So the will of God could blossom
I will climb up my tree of poetry; Onto the highest branch, Far into the leaves Where the birds will sing the thoughts I, once, could never focus on.
Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do. Should I talk to myself? Or watch movies in lieu Of the time I wish I had To spend here with you. Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do.
The inner light of diamonds seen Saphires  of the clearest blue The different shades of emeralds green
You propped your torso above the sweaty mat, resting on tense arms, arms rippling and sculpted and wrapped in serpentine tattoos I'd long stopped crunching my body into a pretzel
Smooth wooden handle 6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open to reveal stainless steel The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints and a speck of brown   It smells of dust and of dried blood
Lights... Camera... Action Line by line Scene by scene rehearsal after rehearsal The characters interactions The set, the props, the costumes The director's cuts The blocking, singing, dancing,
Can’t feel anything in my legs because  all I feel is numb My mouth is taped but I feel like swallowing a gun In all my 17 years  I'm just trying to be the one
There are some things, people do, When they can only feel blue. They take the silver, make it rust, For they feel that they just must. People see, but do not tell, Scared of what hides behind the veil.
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom  Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
On a warm summer day, a young child was walking with her parents through the New York City shops. A crisp 20 dollar bill was clutched in her hand, ruffling in the slight breeze as she skipped happily about.
Dead on arrival  feeling suicidal I’ve  never killed anyone but I'm always on trial I'm no liar if I am hit me with a piledriver
A world filled with terrible things amok, Where people are rigid and getting stiffer. There lives a man who refuses to be stuck, He is known as the runaway drifter.
Pitter patter of the rain on my head Sends the fears straight to bed,  In the things gone unsaid.    And the crackle of the thunder Sending all the pain asunder Taking respite in the clouds
What is life? Life can be full of emotions or pain It can sometimes bring you down that you feel weak By years go by, you start to over come those emotions
Leaving lather on the floor is the best way to leave the shower tonight. Water beads, down the drain, but her hands glide. She speaks few words, and quivers her lip, so heavily in this night. I love your skin, you simple fool.
"My love why do you keep me, i am ever so tinyI may not be a babe or even that whiney...but I am so small yet you make me feel so goodand you protect me despite the whole neihborhood
Your smoked filled eyes Holding the thing in your hands, Precious, you say. Your smoked filled eyes, Holding the lies you told me “Friends”, you say
It's been almost a year That's three-hundred-sixty-five days since the last time I saw you Since the last time you had life inside you. I remember the wires, the hoses, the machines
Too many hours were wasted as a child  scrubbing away at my mud colored skin.  Too many prayers were spent questioning God as to why I was given the “bad color”. Because that’s what we were taught black was, right? 
The stars glisten in the night sky Shining like diamonds The fire burns a hot blazing red Warming even the coldest of nights Fireflies lighting the dark sky
“I love you”s and “me too”s suddenly become silent under the weight of it all. The pressure seems too great for one person to bear, but there are more hands waiting, waiting for the plea for help.
I just want to be  remembered for what I’ve done But lately I feel like I'm going numb No one understands where I come from  I just want to levitate in the sun  
Mediocrity was the only one we ever cared for. The fear of mediocrity; being questionable, no longer normal - entices us.Every breath a little louder till the coming storm shadows its wings. 
If love was in my veins And love was in my blood The way the thunder rumbles As the lightning strikes six miles away
When he took over my thoughts He did more than just manifest In my brain He became the heartbeat that kept me alive
Luscious lips Long locks Liberating legs She was He was They were
Some say that all they need in life is someone  to love and cherish forever To hold tightly in their arms and express their undying love for each other but, let me explain to you, that's not me
My mind is always m   o     v       i         n           g             y         e       l     l   i n   g s              c
Our hearts are wild creatures, perhaps that is why our ribs are cages; I think not. For they are the silly crazy foolish little things that go about slipping and sliding, and more dangerously, falling in the dark.
tell me that you want a tree, an Apple Tree. the fruit you desire, it will produce but, if you, plant it first. the tree will give you many years but, if you, will give it drink.
    I  sit here with my decision split My head wants to stop but my heart won't quit   I don't even  want to talk about the fire I lit
Everything comes down to thisThis is where is culminatesI'm taking off this suitI don't need it to play a saint
This is the hardest part I've  ever written  That's why I keep my distance while I go itNot all heroes wear capes I wear a maskI would do what I need to hell my  heart is already broken
Swinging back and forth life is on  meditationI'm sitting here going crazy  sucide  contemplatingYoung & hungry heart made of iron trading  places Why do I fight to the death when the angels are waiting
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
There’s a soft patter of mice in the attic, as they rummage around in cardboard boxes, opening their eyes to the brilliant streak of sunlight
Kill me like criminal justiceDo you need help take a seatWhen I die examine meHave my blood flowing in the streets
can  you be my guidance? the one who leads me through the way the one who clears up my mistakes  if i were to go back and say this again  would you still wanna be my guidance ?
I do fear darknessI fear what it showsI fear what it does not show I do fear darknessWhen it highlights what I amWhat I am notWhen it enlightens me:There are things I cannot do
My footprints and fatal errors in the past are drowning me. Killing me with such guilt and preventing my breaths. I wore an armor of thousands summer.  
  Instead of giving me a necklace Made up of his hands   We sit in his Grand Cherokee And listen to our favorite bands  
“what do you fear?” she asks. i ponder. i think deeply. what do i fear?i look at her. her bright eyes gleaming into my own. her lips magnifying, pulling my metal heart closer and closer to her.
these thoughts haunt me endlesslybut your spiritual presence projects a thick barrier, reflecting theseattacks back into the darkness of my walls
I've learned how to live comfortably in the chaos. I breathe it in like oxygen. I let it wash over me like a summer rain Soaking it up like sunshine It's built itself up around me Four walls and a roof
As the leaves turned west and the trees covered the trail and the roots grasped the sky and the thorns stroked the bare the overwhelming flow of the universe filled up the scare.    
   Beware, beware, be skeptical, of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold, Deceit so natural, But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.
Like the angel you are,You laugh, creating a lightness in my chest:Your eyes, they penetrate me.
To my Teachers:I am the student who "changed"The "bad influence" in your class,The "lazy" student,The one who never does their workAnd just puts their head down on the table    In reality, I'm just depressed and stressedand awaiting the "future" I
Judas stood besides him gave him a kiss and took him to the world he painted him with guilt just for 30 peices of silver he was arrested, beaten , spat on and mocked he stood before the concil of the ungoldly
Dear You,  i could never blame you for what you did to me, you were a tumultuous storm the roar of your thunder sent others in the opposite direction but not me.
Dear Heart, Prosaic to poetic, you are my greatest symphony. Potential to kinetic, your beats are fading vividly.   Suddenly, your strings are frozen. Even the winter has whistling tunes chosen.  
Dear future,       If only my eyes can wonder into the unknown and unlock the mysteries to be known. Why, you are a master at keeping secrets and a bad person at letting them go.
  Dear Anxiety,   Looking into the barrel of a gun, I take one last breath. No last words. No pleas. No “tell my family I love them.” I am paralyzed by fear;
Dear Atopic Eczema, As you take away barriers of my skin I have built up walls around my heart Before I knew that I was Pangea, You break me into continents
Dear dreams of mine,   You are as fickle as the changing seasons, Why won’t you do as I reason?
Dear anxiety - There's so much to tell you and this isn't me in a postcard writing after months of no word but the isolation is just the same. I have so much to tell you
Dear Brother,   Now I don’t mean to be misperceived, because I’m white and you are black, it’s something we all can see.
Dear Little One, How are you? It has been only a few years since I last came home to find you waiting
Dear fellow dreamers yearning to satisfy their wanderlust,   I wish I could always be traveling,                                        Adventuring striking royal ocean waves.                              
It’s 4 PM here in Georgia, And I’m enjoying time with my friends We’re studying and laughing together, As we enjoy diversity through our peaceful lens.  
My Dear Love,   Not long ago Flying high on a dream I realized A hole at the seam Unfamiliar with what it should mean This obsession over a broken stitch  persisted as an uncomfortable itch
dear night time lurker,
Dear First love, I met you in my chemistry class and we hit it off right away, but you left me broken, so I made you this:
Flower child: child of a flower child and you've let your thorns grow wild and I want to know why   Flower child, was it something that I said? Know that I wish I were dead
Dear My Prince Charming,
Dear Taylor,
What a lovely rose Petals as smooth as fine silk Yet the thorns may cut
When all I felt was trepidation and blindness I looked up at you, And you, you shine and glow, And seemed to live up in that endless Black universe of infinite possibility and space. And not just space the place,
Dearest You, You who glides on water You who is rapid as a dart You who do not think in matter But strikes quickly at the heart   You who flies around me Yet still out of reach
To my dear depressing thoughts,   You’ve been apart of my life for so long. Living, breathing and hurting inside of me. Its been awhile since I’ve felt you. I’m sure you’ve come back to open my wounds again.
Dear mindless zombies also known as society,
As I awake from slumber in my tiny room, I look outside and see the flowers bloom. Summer is coming just around the corner, and making everyday warmer and warmer.
I try to speak, The words of my heart, Yet, they seem to turn to bitter ash, And I choke on them, Before they can touch, The clean, outside air,
It just sucks to know that in one flicker of a moment your life could get better or worse. Normally, that thought would be so comforting and it would give you Faith, but in the circumstances of a pessimist, it's so God damn terrifying.
Dear Mr. Ghost,
Oh love, You asked me once if it was me that was using you Or if it was him. Not him, I said. Me. And you stayed silent.
There are no big memories, Because I can't exist in the small. Im tired of walking in between the two, Trying not to fall,   I can walk a million miles in an inch, Because my world is so small,
Dear reader,   Against the Earth I wonder a curious thought, That haunts me to sleep, As the moon hangs above my sorrows at bay.  
Dear deity of pure judgement,   I see something, and I am scared. I am pretty sure it is a monster. His eyes are dripping blood,
Dear Eagle Rock High School Auditorium,   I was a mere seventh grader when you were renovated. I was afraid that the 90 years of history Would be lost. I guess that’s the thing about theatre. It vanishes.
You made it into college; it's easy. Your highschool teachers lied. What's hard is being alone.  Finding yourself is harder. Learning how to "adult" and being independent is a challenge. 
In the chthonian cacophony of this Fast-paced world, that never stops, never halts Always turns, always runs, Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
Dear Self,  Sometimes when it's late at night and I feel like my room is the only vessel drifting through a black spacious ocean with the constellations above, some bars of light will begin circling around
To the Artist Who Painted the Portrait of a Heavy Heart,   Your frayed brushes with shattered, splintered handles devoid of paint
Maria,   My darling girl, I dedicate every song to you Every sunrise and every sky full of stars All the colors of the rainbow And the gold leaf on the painitngs you so adore
Dear Anxiety,I wish I could say that we have grown apartBut you like to visit at least once a day.If not every day,then every week.We sit together, late at night,talking about all the things I don't like to hear...No one likes you,Why would they?Y
Dear God,   I saw the stars in you, as I found the constellations in me; a secret unfolded for my eyes to see. A lifeless old being, no,
As I stare into the dense, forward mirror embroidered with the pearls handed down from my mother and her mother's mother at the reflection of a bronze, well-kept woman who glances down out of uncertainty immediately as eye contact is revealed- I r
Dear ------ -----:   "You just have to say it. Tell him. Trust me, you'll feel better." I wonder if it's really that easy.
Water so dark So thick, like paint. Sky so bright So blue, It hardly has a color. Through the tunnel Spiderwebs overhead Rust lining the tube.
Tender Dearest of the firefly nighttime Please go to the dying embers of night. No wanting nor wanning of the moon's sigh Will make me move towards these dying love's light.
We had no plans and began to drive Into the small town that had tried to hide   From a paper map, hung on the wall it would seem to be fields that only stretch on  
  Dear Snowflake,   oh Why Did you Leap from the Clouds, my Dear Tiny angel? Were you tossed For being cursed with an icy
Dear closed minds,   Pastel palettes far too often used to neutralize Blemishes in skin when skin is only a disguise Complexions of perfection should be make believe
Dear other half,
Dear mom, goodbye was never said When i woke from my bed And you were already gone. I sat and cried And tried and tried
Dear Creation,   I am at a crossroads with myself a sinner with high standards believing that someday I’ll find happiness with someone
leave no trace hear the chest rise and fall the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
Dear Fleming Family,   It was the year of 2007, The 3 of you moved into my retangular, wooden being Boxes touched my hard wood floors and soft carpet,
Summers were once dull, Full of light yet no shine filled me like the society I observed.  Winters flourished with productivity and absorbed my mind,  Creating a practical monstrosity.  The colors are gloomy and drear, but still give me comfort.  
Dear Flirts, My heart is broke Is it him or is it me just let me know Cause I don't know whose hand you'd rather hold Or who you'd rather cuddle when it's coldd I didn't ask 
Dear Standards of Society,   My entire life, I grew up being told to be more feminine. To dress and act like a lady.
Living day by day Seeing beauty in everything Connecting my day with the days of others I see the meaning of life I endure the beauty  I connect with my peers  Life brings me inspiration 
  Everything has began to implode when the sight of your green eyes were set on her blood red nails. My beating heart, My empty words, My hopeless life,
Dear Earth,   Your rolling fields of amber grass, Cerulean waves of primeval, And skies painted with ripe orange, bubblegum, and perfect aubergine Are no longer as beautiful as they once were.  
Dear one, I never thought my life could change  As suddenly as a sharply drawn breath An unexpected run in with duty after desire Tight words spoken in the dark Betraying the turbulent, hidden emotions 
Dear 1:00 a.m. memories,   I close my eyes to visualize music as it’s melodies create visions warped into my being, seeing what I thought to be essential  A little girl confused as to what she hears 
Dear John,   Did you know it was spring when I first met you? Remember field day, the way the leaves moved ever so slightly back and forth in the breeze,
He was different. But what came with different Was a handful of arguments Mixed with the worst feelings.
To the bystander, What is the use of a camera when it tapes a man falling? Or when it films a woman drifting to her doom? As her limp body breaks as she breaks the waves beneath
Twirling in confusion and inert anger,my introverted self can't continue in this loophole,It was seemingly inevitable that this would all crash at the roadblock,Consistent trials have all been deemed futile.
I pray to Him, I wonder if He even hears me.   My routine: Alarm set to wake me up at 5:00 A.M. After I awaken, I play some tunes. I like J. Cole, Kendrick, Tupac, Jay, Nas…
On the Day of the Sun, I heard Democracy talk about Shapes and sizes, Spite and spleen, Color and cologne Word and litter Hair and lip.
Dear Daisy I think about kissing you I wonder if you think about it too We were waiting outside to go dancing I was high and
Just stay I’m not ready to give this goodbye  It’s been one day  I went to bed without you by my side  I woke up without you, it's something I can't deny  
Dear hands, I think about you a lot now and I just wanted to say I'm sorry I'm sorry for biting off your nails and peeling off your skin when I'm nervous
Dear life,   The .9mm Beretta seemed to fit in my hand As if it were a natural phenomena And not something created by man
10 years ago there was a fire It started to burn so much higher It burned all thee trees He burned them with ease But now nothings left but desire
You fickle thing, You keep on looking,  For your reflection in others, Anxiously sending out, Clouded rays of light to broken mirrors, When will you see, That the light reflected,
to my dearest, i remember seeing you for the first time i remember falling for you for the first time it was like jumping off of a cliff & not worrying about the fall
The Cherry Blossoms began to bloomTheir beauty was extraordinaryA young girl with a big puffy sunflower dress Giggled and danced by the tree
Why can I feel you here When you’re nowhere near? More than miles And your smiles still reach me
Tune in, turn it loud. Echos scream through every empty room. Silence. The broken things we've become.
Just a young boy coming straight from the Bronx need to expect life always comes with some knocks this story's pretty tough don't know where to start maybe it's watching my family fall apart child abuse such a scary situation having to be quiet wi
Dear Anxiety,   Please leave me alone. ( Why?) You do not need to constantly question every action I make (Are you sure?)
To the soul that left me lost,   I've been writing to you for quite some time, but never got around to actually sending a letter.  
Streaks making up your black sharp shape are filled with darker paint from my throbbing, aching heart.   A tight shut beak making up your direction
dear scared,   you are tucked away   you hide in a shadow you quiver with fear   unknown means terror bold you are not   not time to stand
When time dies, people still enjoy the misty nights alone When time dies, people still discover ways to move on. When time dies, I still see the look in your eyes Nobody witnessing my death before the attempted suicide.
The moon smiled at me and I smiled back All the stars  twinkled brightly too Like the face of the sky, it warmed up just for me And I could see it as I tried to return the smile
To my son.    My baby has blood on his hands,  dripping red fingers smeared across oceans and continents.  Imperialism breeds imperialism and the apple doesn't fall  far from the tree. 
                                  Dearest wanderer of sorrow,               Possessing the weakened bones which quake of agony;
I'm obsessed with that cool new air and that apple cinnamon smell of those burning candles slowly dripping wax down the side of them.
I was stretched, stretched out so far that you could see the future far beyond me and the capability of my flesh. I was drained, drained so that rather than hearing the sounds of me again you would hear the strum of a guitar.
The vibrating sound of the machinery rang loudly throughout the room. I took great pleasure in listening to its penetrating music as I watched her small statured body wreathe against the blood-stained straps
My legs crossed themselves together as the sharp pieces of grass scratched against my limbs. The cooling air passing against me sent a deep chill throughout my relaxed presence.
My Dear,   There was a time when we used to write. I was obsessed with letters And you were obsessed with me. We told the stories of our lives
Dear Life,
Keep Ya Head Up
No matter my size, I've got this power of voice, So you can disregard the opinion, Or absorb the knowledge, your choice, But its ripe, Its moist like fresh brownies from the oven,
Dear Self,   i fear for you.  i fear that one day you will do the highly thought action that crosses your mind everyday. 
Dear Anxiety,   It seems strange to be writing to you When you feel just like another part of me, An extra appendage that I can’t amputate
  February 2, 2017   Dear Person Whose Life I Tried to Make Perfect,
A candle has many forms. Curiosity exploring a dark place, Spooking the eyes with it's erratic dance A holy gateway fighting the darkness, Burning bright to show the way. A raging passion,
To what I've left behind,   When the wisps of clouds are icy waves Breaking on a beach of muted blue, And golden streams of dulcet light  Pour down the distant mountains, Return to me, return to me;
Take a look inside my disconsolate mind,And what do you find?Thoughts so evil and dark,They leave an everlasting mark.Are you afraid now?
Dear God,
Dear Claire, Life has a unique way of showing us lessons we never imagined we needed. Life’s lessons came to me in the form of your Father’s funeral, which was The First One for me.
You see life passes by day by day; people going through their routine like bees in a hive. Sometimes we need an incident to make us feel alive.  
Can you hear me? When I sing songs of my love for you. When I melt the snow as drops of selfless ice drip. When I crush the shutters Break the windows Only to see through the little moon that hides you.
I once paid bargain price for a ride on my River Styx It was a deal with the devil, not with my soul but with my spirit It was good economics   Life’s edges display on the coast and I am sure
    I just wanted to let you know That you are loved and cared for That anybody who hurts you. Fails to see who you really are
Beautiful deity of the sky and clouds above,  Sparkling with the night stars and glistening in the morning sun. The human eye could never absorb your grace,  for it would be overwhelmed by the light.
I watch my sorrows as they bleed Through the history of need We took a chance,a chance did we?   And now we still haven't won. So now our work is almost gone. We weren't smart to play the game.
Dive into my thoughts.See if you could swim, or drown in them.Reach the shore, or sink to the very bottom.Fight the stormy seas, or get swallowed by its waters.Ride the waves, or get slammed by the tidal crest.
Dive into my thoughts.See if you could swim, or drown in them.Reach the shore, or sink to the very bottom.Fight the stormy seas, or get swallowed by its waters.Ride the waves, or get slammed by the tidal crest.
Dona Julia Ama, I think of you everywhere I go. I feel you in everything I am.
Dear depression, you have thrown me around beating me Throwing darkness in my head right before I went to bed Playing with my emotions, driving me insane
To: Stepdad, “You can’t take your money with you when you die.”You left nothing here and it made you the bad guyScattering pennies in dreams of my mother being able to afford groceriesEating peanut butter jellies every night before i lay down in m
Needles stabbing my skin The freezing wind I needed to clear my mind And this is where it brought me To the place where you asked me “Will you be mine?” Yellowed fingernails Black lungs
It all started one night under the stars I was walking for so fresh air from the busy streets of South Korea Away from the fast paced walkers and cars
As I walk into the bookstore I immediately head towards the cash register I always order myself a medium hot red tea
Sorrow is always perceived as a genital emotion that is felt by many They say that it is an simple emotion that lessens over time An emotion that is a cousin to sadness that is felt by plenty
I met you one day in the Spring I was minding my own business reading in a cherry blossom meadow You can up and sat down by me and started to sing
Awake and ready to leave early in the morning I walk out into the dim light and head towards the forest with a book in hand.
It was a day like every other day that my life was like Just another school day of eighth grade and not knowing were there day will take me
My love, When I am laying close to you I concentrate your voice; Not only the context. I feel the sound vibrations tingle through My toes up to my legs, All the way to my fingertips,
His brown hair. His Night Black Bushy eyebrows. The smell of Alcohol on my clothes. The anger in his eyes was something unimaginable. A Burning Furey. The clothes on the floor of the shed along with the ability to move. At a loss for words.
To whoever cares to hear me,   I could tell you about this year in a narrative-- "My Life in 2017."   But I won't do that to you. I won't give you the details or flashes of memories,  
Life is a blessing. We are blessed each day with the gift of waking up. Yet some, some don’t wake up.   That’s why we should appreciate.
I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table. I love the smell of homemade coffee and expresso beans in the morning.
The last bells of the school year ring, and pools of children pour out the front doors of the New York City public schools The first fire pumps of the season are uncapped,
Slap!  Her world stopped.  Everything she knew was lost.  Her face burned.  A hand print was etched onto her face.    Slap!  Her heart broke. 
Upon the high cliff lies a flower. It is more than any ordinary flower. This flower bleeds with every color of the rainbow, Stars of crystals dotted on its petals and glistening in the sunlight.
I hear myself say it too often. I probably just fucked up again. Maybe you broke me, again.   Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great. Until you tell me I'm not.  
Failure,   I want to say thank you for always being there. The fear of you keeps pushing me forward. And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Charming man full of pride, With handsome lies on the side.Nothing but the moon as  guide,He believes love to be a lie.Tears that strain,Wrapping him like a chain. He fears to be dear,Loves a nice clear,He knows love can disappear;He’s cursed with
  Fatigue and pain lure me to the bleached white hospital bed.All of my joints creak like a rusty swing set, I limp over, and throw myself on the bed.I stare at the clock,My mind says,It’s much too early to sleep.But my body disagrees.This feud ma
The Quiet, Gentle, Comfort and Strength of a Butch
  I. The universe existed for more than billions of years. Planets came and left. Stars burst and lived.
Part 1- To Destiny Sometimes the world twists and turns, and engulfs you in a whirlwind.   It tears you,
So, look at me. Look deeply into my blue-green eyes and See me, see over the ocean that is my mind and, Touch me, put my body in your hands,  
Dear Automaton,   Slave to the numbers on a pearl-faced dial How much machine do you want? How much human do you need? These are the questions that run with me As gears click on, mechanical
I dream of rivers looking back At us: a look which will do crack My face, for all of me is flawed, And all that’s fair is but façade.   I dream of wind embracing us, Though in moments cleared of thus,
The rising sun is when mom blossoms from the bud that contains her sorrows She hops around the kitchen with problems of yesterday crashing with tomorrow’s
Upon reflection There’s a madness that resides Where an emptiness used to Thinking back on the kites that lead me by the wrists through the past
I wish I could tell you that I didn't drive for years.I wish I could tell you that even the thought of getting in a car made me sick.I wish I could tell you I shredded my license.I wish I could tell you all of that,
Dear No One, I address no one in particular, though I address everyone this cross's paths with. We have the same desires, do we not? The desire to watch the palm trees  dance in the wind, 
Away.   I want to go away.   Not “away” in a sense that I want to go out and explore the world or try new things.  
dear Me in the Closet, imagine a sunrise that goes on for forever,the radiant colors staining every inch of the sky you see.beautiful, right?
To whom it may concern, (present tense)....                   The wind's blowing as your soft words caress my face. As the leaves break
Dear Summer,   Why, oh why have you gone so far? With your luscious-filled trees of green? Why have you ridden on top of stars,
to the oppressed: In a world, so dark and cold where all hope is lost good and evil right and wrong are throw away like paper however plenty there is not
Dear Madam,   I hope that this letter may find you (and glad that it never will) Because you may never know How beautiful you looked at Perkins Park On November 9th
The memory I have of you is like wet crystal in the sunlight; Your color defined ever so gracefully you shape so is precise I close my eyes to catch a glimpse of you but sure enough you fade;
I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell, Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;           I pray the worldly pleasures to provide Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.  
You are still my muse. When i don’t know what to write i turn to You. You are my fountain of youth; You replenish me. i’ll never forget what being in love with You felt like
you left rain clouds as this dark night comes to consume me i can’t think of anything more fitting   i once had enough words to fill years of space your room in overflow as we spoke
On the 22nd of January, we lost you to cancer The family and I could never quite find answers  Why did you have to leave so soon?  How could this possibly have happened to you?
Dear Sasha,   Today I walked along the edge of the harbor In Medemblik, the Netherlands, With my grandmother's arm in mine. I noticed a boat among the others That looked like nothing extraordinary
Dreams of love,I'm not alone,I sit and ponder on my throneSadness, I am free ofThe end of warm arms
speak, i dont know how. Praise you through every test and trial, teach me now. when i break, when im lonely, your there to hold me. When the enemy comes to make me feel like im not loved, your spirit like an army, stands up.
Small hands, and impressionable Eyes dance. Meeting of history, cobblestone and brick. Work imitable   In the heart of young girls. Boots scurry
Dear Unopened letter, This is an ode to an open letter one that starts with Dear Friends, and ends with we will meet again an open letter isn't always open  it can be closed or broken
To Those Who Wonder Why I No Longer Trust:
Coffee slowly dripped into my soul, A scent I once detested became my greatest comfort. Your smile wrecked havoc upon my mind. Clutching that cup as if it were your only lifeline,
Dear Lover I lost, I’m a doll crafted from scraps of paper. I’m small, I’m delicate, and I sit patiently in silence.
Dear divinity.   I have many questions for you That I'm not sure you'll ever answer Because over the last few years of my life My fealty to you Has grown less and less steadfast.
My fingers are itching to pick up a pen and start writing; my heart is jumping at the thought of my favorite activity; my brain is yearning to pour all of my thoughts out in lines of poetry
Dear Hunger,   Please stop knocking at her door. You turn her stomach into a thunder storm but all she can do is ignore.   She tries to use an umbrella to resist the rain
Dear axiety ,          You've took a toll on me . You told me you would let me be. Wow how stupid coud i have been? Your a diesease that just took control of my whole body.
the pill that changes me  takes over my personality taking it everyday  its all ways the same you might even call me lame you only take so why not take this feeling of regret away from me 
Dear Those Who Think My Life is Perfect, I go to sleep at night with one thing on my mind, what if I'm not good enough? What if I wake up tomorrow, and no one likes me anymore?
Dear love,
Dear, world You told me I was stupid for the color hair I was born with, You told me how unhealthy and skinny I was, You told me how "unique" my eyes were but how weird they were to everyone else,
Remember me? I'm the one that keeps you awake at night. I'm the one that keeps you on the run. I'm the one that keeps you locked away. I'm the one that keeps you at bay. I'm the one that makes your demons stay.
You are never alone, You are always being followed. An elusive entity That is connected by a thread.  
To that tree on the hill On that lonesome hill That saw me fight My spirit killed That saw me rise And roll through my free will  
Love,   I didn’t know, That you were always there; In the touch of hands between friends, In the embrace of family.  
  She wanted to be like them The ones with all the men With soft pink cheeks Instead, she was one of the geeks She had brains and wits
Dear, XXXX You know who you are.  There is nothing in this world you could ever do.               N                 O                    T                      H                         I
Footsteps, shadows of doctors I wait in pain, punched in the face by reality   The floor, filled with imprints of visitors Fluorescent lights A pulled out couch with uncensored tears,
I am downstairs watching television by myself or, at least, I was. That was before the storm came. It’s the kind of heavy weather that weighs down my eyelids like stones wrapped around my ankles in a body of deep, warm water.
The world is suffering again;For the little girl made a mistakeNothing was allowed to stand in her wayBrown sugar caught her soulSizzling in a blackened spoonful
Lucy,   Green eyes smiling, the same color as the warped kitchen floor, or the grass that makes your toes itch   Golden freckles dancing,
My anxiety hits me in waves like the tides that crash on the beach, Hitting me hard and unrelenting and then Suddenly gone. Comparitive to the low tide when the waves are pulled back and reveal a soft and new beach.
Dear broken heart, The comfort of childhood friendships ripped away by the appeal of high school recklessness and self discovery. As you seem to find yourselves,
Dear Anger, You tear away at the best of me Cloud my eyes and all I see is you Nothing else in front of me comes through You are the demon inside of me Ruining the love I found
I met you two years ago, but I never knew your name.   I was a waitress at a food kitchen when I first met you. I instantly saw your pain.   You looked no older than twenty, but you had wrinkles like an old man.
Dark skies, Fiery eyes,  Why Zeus?  
He isn't in those bushes He holds up his mama like crutches and wishes she doesn't have to wash dishes to pay tuition so he inches Closer and closer t
What’s it like to walk in others’ shoes To live their life and see all their views What comes to mind when you think of field workers   We see Hispanic people and hardworking earners
I always wanted to be there. Helping with homework on a Tuesday night. Getting to hear about your day. Haven't got that since your mother took you away. Not just to one town over, but next to Dover.
Dear mom,  Dear best friend, Dear my love, There were parts of me scattered all over the floor. Sharp edges cut those who tried to pick up the shards,  sS they left them. I was no longer me anymore.
Dear Unfair World,   I reside in a deamland of waving stars and gentle hearts of willing ears and ignited tongues of hands reaching towards the cotton candy sky and grasping onto a cloud
Dear Younger Me,
Dear San Sebastián,I walked along your white Boardwalk made up of thousands of little white pentagons overlooking the sea
So elegant, the calm glow brushes delicately over my face. Gold, Silver, rich tones of Blue, all shades of a comforting moon. A solace I had never felt before overcomes me.
The wind blows softly, guiding small snowflakes on their dance through the sky.
Dear Grandpa   Do you remember when i came home from school when I was 5? You sat me down at the table for a snack and told me my dog Tippy died.   Grandpa, Do you remember when
One Night turns to six, six turns to thirty, thirty turns to ninety a sleepover turns into three months in a basement. A look in the mirror you see your clothes shrink.
I want to know the rhythmic beat of lust, The unstoppable wanting for more. Feeling the warmth of your body radiating against mine, Pulsating in perfect harmony.   I want to know the world with only you,
You gave me a starry night and an empty journal And said write down your beautiful thoughts. Shoot them across the universe. Plaster your words onto someone’s heart, It will adhere to another’s.   
Waves rock this boat as I sit contemplating the day. Every heave reminds me of the question not proposed. Every creak is the whispers calling me out. The sharks are there to bite me when I fall in. The whales yell at my weakness.
  The sun rises over a glittering ocean, With rolling and cascading slopes reflecting, Light beams of incredible colors. Colors that dance and swirl,
Oh my darling,What the world has thrown youWhat mother nature has cursed to youHow your beautiful mind has turned on youFor it is a rose flourishing in an endless supply of knowledgeEveryone could see its beauty
Dear Hands, I’m sorry for how I used to treat you, Like disposable gloves. Creating permanent reminders of what has been and was.
to my friend,  I hope, oh how I desperately  long for this letter to  find you well, and prosperous and  healthy and all those things the world holds dear,  because I love you,  my friend. 
I lie in this bed waiting for the dreams to start. The waking dreams begin and as I glimpse the chaos, I breakout in a cold sweat.
I am the fish you won at the fair a week ago Do you remember the joy and love you had for me on the first day? How about the bright smile that shined on your face?
IHer bright blue eyes glow,While her short blonde hairBlew in her face like a curtainFor a show.II.She was small for her age,Tiny and slim.Not too slim.Not too tiny, but just enough.
Mom, You are my literal everything,  My entire being exists because of you. You taught me that I don’t need someone else to define who I am. You taught me that
  The quiet soundness of the house softly rattled the chimney's hazeful smoke-clouds, which consumed the house full of loving emotions, compassion, and meekness. The
I wake up I breathe in relief When I see your messages You’re still here: One text Two snapchats And an instagram notification
I needn’t be The chains that Bind you so Alas I fear I’ve Unknowingly Become your Keeper
Dear Gardner, Water swam along my leaves, Rays of Sun like scorching flames shined on me, You placed me by your favorite window,
we find out that there’s a hijacking in the middle of dinner or while at work or watching TV in the living room   we know who’s on that plane
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
You bit me when I was tenderbecause you knew i was easy prey.Knowing i would fall weak at the knees on the cogency of your wordsKnowing I was soft as the petals scattered on the bathroom floor.
my head was Swimming with all the onerous Demands i had to face completely Overwhelming all of my senses and commanding my Undivided attention.   my Thoughts and Feelings started to Mix together
Pure white blankets the city Egg shells waiting to be walked on Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
Pieta Pieta The death of your son fulfilled time. Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment. Mighty is your love,
The pain is like a cold, sharp knife It is twisted, stuck in my heart; The pain is like a frozen land The frostbite sears right through my heart;
Oh, man in the mask,  with your perfect disguise, that sly smile, nice hair, and piercing blue eyes, you spy. You, who rips deep within, without even asking if you are allowed to come in,
Dear All, I am everything and I am nothing. A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life. To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form, That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
The morning's gentle sigh, held me in my sorrow. Cloaked in shame, bathed in longing for love unborrowed.   Words fresh and foul. Aching to run, to flock, to howl.  
Winter has whispered it's gentle song, above and below, like an ancient tongue.   The streets are frosted, much like her eyes. I can't find her, not even amidst the blue suburban skies.  
roses don't look like sunflowers yet I think both are beautiful when I see them so why am I mean to myself  because I look different from them why can't I call myself beautiful as easily as I can to them
My head’s underwater Hissing salt and white noise An ocean veneer distorted Bruised heart’s asunder A quiescent catharsis It’s the epitome Of a shipwrecked masterpiece
Dear Black son:   In school you pledge allegiance to the flag  every single day. “Liberty and Justice for all”   But something just doesn’t seem right about those words.
August 23, 2017   Dear Mom, Please read this entire letter through and don't skip around; read this before opening the email I sent you. Please keep an open mind. I love you!
Life is tiny! Human hearts' are shiny. Waiting for that moment of joy And there aren't any pirates who say Ahoy!   Life is a Struggle-- With various kinds of Bubbles.  
Carnage raging through the streets Bloody, murder sheets Hate burning in the hearts of man Blood shed by cruel hands   No one stands up for the many without a voice
You sunk your teeth inside of me It was painful at first, But I guess I conformed to the pain. Your Venom, Slowly familiarized itself with my blood, They become acquainted,
The azure world, Refusing to blend. Separated from darkness.   An image
Tedrick. Theodore. Tommy. The three names your mother and I  Narrowed down. See the world might not have known of your existence   But to your mother and I 
Dear 2018, I hope to God you're doing well Because when you do well, the world follows suit We haven't met yet, but we will tonight
Dear you,
I know you'll never believe me, But it meant something. Laying in your car meant something To me. Staring at the stars meant something To me. Playing Pokemon Go meant something To me.
To my Former Angel,  
I see the cormorant soaring far above with wings of obsidian swimming through the crisp air. The bird’s enthralling eyes
Even if I pass away, The world will be spinning, Wrapped around the sun, As dusks falls, And morning comes.
The dark gray graphite snapped Against my freshly torn notebook paper Donald J. Trump is now the 45th president of the United States  Instinct kicks in and I Panic Worry Wonder
To all young people considering returning to a boy who forfeit his right to be called a boyfriend I have some advice  
Dear Love,  this isn't a romantic letter nor one of resentment. It's one full of confusion aligning itself to form peace. A peace of mind, a balance inside
The Chill A wooden desk A wooden mind A stone-cold soul Suffused with lies A throne upon which I die
To the girl whose life resides in the empty void: I've discovered that life is not predictable enough for a forecast. It's partly cloudy with a chance of rain and some days it sprinkles
Dear Teenage Society, On my thirteenth birthday, I stumbled to your feet Curious and excited, I climbed in your backseat You took me to a dim place, one I’d never seen before
  Dear Moonchild,              You Will Never Break Me.   I knew I was playing the game I signed up for it the moment you texted me.
You were always skeptical of the future, uncertain of it all. You were never eager for another day, at times you wish they’d never come. Locked up in a room, sleeping for hours, even the best thing never seemed interesting.
  i learned to forget what my voice sounds like through gritted teeth i grind them, still, at night my habits melt like leather off a cow’s back
I am the lift in the wind, and the flame in the fire I am the shift in the earth, and the hope you aquire I am the drops in the rain, and the mud in the grass
Dear Anorexia, Before we met, my favorite color was blue. What once resembled the shade of the ocean and sky, Became a reminder of all that I had been through:
Dear Mrs. Lisa, I hope I never let you down, Though I know I could be quite a handful back then. I remember when I was just a kid
Dearest Captivity,   What is about you that is so enrapturing? Is it the sparks? The flames? The way you blaze?   Are you a reminder? Or perhaps...
If only you knew the lengths I would go to be able to tell you how much I love you. Or the amount of pain I would endure to spend another night falling asleep in your arms.
  She is the most beautiful thing in my life. The only thing I did right. But I worry for her, she don’t talk to me, so I don’t come home so I don’t bother her. It pisses me off.
SLAVERY(by Irusota) Through the North they came And fled through the South Through the dancing Sahara Across the shores of Africa They came with horses and raid our land Taken us to a foreign land
Soothing aromas and sweet flowery scents hang in the calm, cool morning breeze sweeping across the city, to the point where one can almost taste the pastries and coffee nearby. The park is a tranquil paradise looming in pure silence.
it still rests, unsettled, in my mind what really happened behind closed doors, the story gets darker a truth, only you and sarah hold you'll have to share with me what your purpose was,
People are around them, shouting, yelling, pointing, screaming. The screaming is like a symphony of sorrow; prevalent and doleful in a way no man is meant to hear.
It's interesting how you look at me: You nose turned up, Your lips scowl.   Do I look funny? Is it my hair? Am I in my underwear?   What is so repulsing about me?
The soft white blanked Covering the sleeping Earth Drifting down form the Sky, Each flake different Non the same, The  Soft day, all at Peace, No footprints, yet All soft and Peacful
Whoever said words never hurt, surely never encountered the likes of you. There are times when you speak to me, that your words give me life. I feel I can do anything. Then there are those times
I heard a song today and I immediately thought of you. I closed my eyes and I swear I was there again. I'd heard this song for the first time that day. What a beautiful song. 
The first thing I saw when I met you Were your wings, held close behind Tucked and folded, neatly hidden A stifled source of pride.   I loved you for your wings, Though I knew they would be your demise
I was always told you can't buy into the fantasy So I decided to just rent it for a while Because my mind was a mental canvas
First day: I wore a pair of shoes that broke the barriers of a kindergartener’s mind of Conformity.   Jet black and gray sneakers
Night The darkest part of our soul All hope may seem lost, but hope can always be found. Hope is as if a star in the sky only shining brightest in our darkest night.   Day
Dear 'Kira, It's been a while since I've seen ya. You... You left my life a while ago.
Dear any and all, It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying out to the world, with the quietest of voices. Look at me. Look at me.
Dear Doubters,       I want to start first by saying thank you. Because of you, I was able to find myself. I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
Dear Doubters,       I want to start first by saying thank you. Because of you, I was able to find myself. I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
An artist stuck in his works that he's studied for the longest From his depression to his anxiety to his love for poetry, to his love for creativity to his love for writing out his own stories without a care in the world.
does flowers shine? and and stars bloom? touch the souls of the broken. your fear is loud, your heart never spoken. your bones are lovely, so why do you say, no one loves me?
Oh, how these past few months have been filled with tears. Losing you was by far one of my biggest fears. You made me face it, with your sadistic, evil ways. And now we haven't spoken in days. Thank you,
Grey nose, white tail. Soft feet hop down the trail. At the end a light. Shining in the night. Who sits there at the end? Grey nose, white tail.  A girl covered in a black veil.
IF I COULD CHANGE THE PATH I DECIDED TO FOLLOW    what a fool I was;  i exposed  the depths of my soul to you  on dreary cloudless nights when the moon was high  and the only thing 
I stare out in the space between Into the darkened air dimly lit By the overwatching presence of a sole candle’s flame Lying in its wrought iron blanket
Stranded I sit,  Waiting for you. Alone I wait,  Thinking,  Knowing not what to do. I cannot move I cannot say. I cannot live I cannot stay.
To the boy—the boy laid low, boy laid low, by the blows of life and the lack of hope. He says he wants to go but everyone screams no,
Birth, it happens everyday Just like a blessing happens everyday Blessings, can be a mircle even like the ones you see in movies The child in your womb prays it's like you can hear what their saying
Dear child,   Unravel me. I am lost, a spider embedded in her own web. Push, fidget, scratch, claw Fingernails on their death bed. Gnawed by fear, gargled by pain, Spit out by forgiveness.
Carpet, I’ve lain on you all these years Yet you still hold me up I’ve cried my anger unto you Yet you still soak it up as if it never were Through my highs and lows You’ve seen it all.
Who am I What am I Who am I suppose to be Where am I suppose to go These are questions I have always prolonged to be told Happiness has always seemed so far away A smile has seemed so hard to hold
To a boyfriend from long ago: Looking back on things, you were foul You spouted lies,  Painted false pictures with black and white; Everyone around me turned into broken record players.  "He's a liar"
Hi- no, hello! I always wondered if I asked if you came from above,  I’d be told to take a hike and that you came from below.    Please excuse use my constant staring, I just so happen to fall into caring-
Alice’s army, Topsy-turvy, Too pretty to fight. Their skirts flow in the air and swords impale the ground; Battle-torn scraps float on the breeze,
I am seventeen, you are ten asleep in the faded-oak bed, visions of sugar-plum demons hovering between your hair   Sheathed in fairy-petal sheets, guarded by legions
I found gods in humanity Eternal power glistening from immortal eyes
Tragedy in the modern world, I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the ignorance of people with fair skin. like the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
he was an empathetic poet, who saw romance and beauty in the sway of the hips -- through flaming skin and straining muscles but he’s gone
The first knock at the door, curiosity. Gold stars badges with an unfounded look of grief, Wait a minute, isn’t your job to save the day?
I am here. In this second. Without beige and honey paint stroke Bare boned flesh in disguise, hidden behind deliberate smoke Crackle peach lips, scar hips, skin ripped
jumping on the bandwagon with the Promises that have been given. worry condenses and tries to pulse through. the bustling street, blurred images and colors, an aurora of figures.
​Dear Boy, I Met One July,   Remember that time, When we lay there. Watching the last embers of the last flames of the sky Flicker out before us.
To My Dark Side,
Dear Music Lover,   Music is a mystery,  a blessing from God, crafted and refined  by his marvelous hands.   Music is God's creation. It flows and moves,
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
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. 
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.  
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
you and me, we know that if  they could see the world in the mirror, they’d spend the rest of their lives flinching at their reflections and sleeping with the lights on.  
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.
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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
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
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;
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,
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.
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 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 t