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We can`t see the world with another`s eyes, but we can walk in their shoes.
We can`t hear the world with another`s ears,
But we control the words we choose.
We can`t read another person`s mind,
Je veux être connu sous un seul nom
Comme Dessalines, Christophe et Pétion
Comme Pelé, Ali ou un grand champion
Comme Edison, Jefferson et Washington.
Come, taste the world with me
Time wears bright call
For plain value
Chasing down seconds for centuries
Night and day
New and old
I was 16 years old when I finally realized that I was gay.
When I finally understood why I had so many girlfriends,
But could barely speak to other boys
I was 16 years old when I first kissed a boy
I have worlds contained within me
that hum as I step between them
that sigh as I step through
shadowed spaces. and dazzling places.
a hallway beyond the veil
a dark room left wanting
I have seen the tortured minds of my generation rise out of the ashes of insanity naked in new birthborn of one-night stands to fathers angry at street-level poverty looking for another damned fix
The games that little boys playgive them the strength to conquerthat naive drivethey have insidecomes out strong, i’m sure.
Just when life is looking upand things are going great,everyone is being niceand very few to hate.
Forget the world we live infor it will never be life as we perceive it to be.seemingly, we’re just here,attempting to live lifeunder the rule of different pagan societies.
Where does the future lie?i’m afraid someday the future will die.why does the future lieto the race of humanitywho will eventually kill it?
With my eyesi can see the globe turnin’you can tell, from inside my eyeswhether or not i’m lyin’
If the world never turnedand the tide never roseand all of the clocks had stopped,where would we bewhat would we doif bottoms all turned topped?
I Was Asked Today To Write A Poem...
About Todays’ Tech Age And The String of PROBLEMS That It Now SUSTAINS...
From Men To Women To Those... Teenaged...
A Piece of Wordplay Can BARELY EXPLAIN... !!!
Now I’m A Hip Hop Guy But DON'T Rock Mics’... !!!
Cos ‘When It Comes To My Rhymes I PREFER To... ROCK MINDS... !!!
Because What I Write Reflects On This Life...
NOT Trying To Flow Tight Or Playing The TOUGH Guy... !!!
Now I’m NOT Trying To Be Funny...
But My Artistry Is CLEARLY NOT For DUMMIES... !!!
The Types Who Think That Life Is JUST LOVELY...
Because They Have Money... !!!
So Have NO LINK To The One That’s UGLY... !!!
Unseen and Unheard
the smoke torches this small world
the earth cowering, shrinking back
turning the crust from green to black
we're scaring her
Unseen and Unheard
The smoke torches this small world
Trapped, Stuck in this cage
My breath filled with rage, this world hasn't seen
Trapped down in this ravine, overuled by the supreme.
Man... Can I Get A Witness... ?!?
Cos It Seems That Some People...
Just Do Not Know How To Mind Their Business... !!!
As If They Can See Through The Eye of MY Needle...
Needle As In My Resorting To Sin...
It’s Really CRAZY How We Communicate Now... ?!?
From Behind A Mask To Simply Ask...
A Question About A Daily Task And That’s Just The Start... !!!
From DIFFERENT ROOMS We Now Claim To ZOOM... ?!?
Now They May Stop My Ability To Have Some Stability...
Because of A LACK of Earning BIG CASH... !!!
But What They WON'T STOP While My Mind State Is Living...
Is Verse That Breeds Thinking In Poems I’m Bringing...
So What’s With The LOOKS People Give These Days... !?!
As If You’ll Get SHOOK And Then Walk Away... !!!
Because of The Gaze Many Choose To Display...
As If Their FACE Has Bullets To Spray... ?!?
It was hard to see clearly but the gray lit skies slowly started to perish and blue hues took way into the sky eventually being followed by an array of orange casting across the open fields and coating the trees with its golden light.
Well Now It Seems That There Is NO DOUBT... !!!
That Humanity Is Being DROWNED... !!!
By Government Clowns And New Tech Sounds... !!!
That Have Folks Running Round With Rather LARGE Frowns... !!!
Limit THIS Limit THAT... !!!
When We Should Now Really Just... LIMIT ALL OF THAT... !!!
Because It’s Basically Chat That’s Distorting Our Track...
Don’t Say What You Think If You Are... “ Gender Phobic “... !?!
Now I Come From That... “ GOLDEN ERA "... !!!
Where Agendas Had NO TERROR... !!!
When Girlies Went For Fellas... !!!
And When Wine Was Kept In Cellars...
WITHOUT Visions of Marcellus... !!!!
So Will Humanity EVER REALLY COME TOGETHER... ?!?
When Racism Factors In EVERY Chapter of Human Matter... !!!
When Pale Skin Clans Don’t Like Those With Tans...
And Those With Tans Have Problems With Blacks... ?!?
Now If YOU Could SNAP Your Fingers... ?
And Make Change That Would LINGER... !!!
What Changes Would You Make... ?
To Make This World A BETTER Place... !?!
Would You Create ONE Race...
Ya Know I Used To Use Dots...
Or What's Called Ellipses To Connect My Scriptures...
But Now Use Squiggles To Connect The Lyrics That I Sit And Scribble...
So I DO Connect Dots With Rhymes I Jot...
Now The Choices You Make Can DECIDE Your Fate... !!!
But It Seems That Some Voices Believe There Are Factors...
OUTSIDE of Our Choices That Also DO MATTER In Things That Then Happen...
Okay These Days...
It’s Now CLEAR To Me That A Lot of Ladies...
MUST BE Followers of These Racist Teams....
Because It AIN'T Borrowers Who Get Their Pussies... !!!
Now By This I Mean That It’s The Colour GREEN... !!!
Ya Know The World Is FINE It's Humanity's LOSS...
When We Decide To Behave Like DOGS... ?!?
The World's WAY BEYOND............................. ..
PAYING The Cost For Humanity's WRONGS...
Todays’ Speed of Life Is More Than Trife... !!!!!
In Fact Like A Rifle It Can Quickly Stifle Or Shake Like Trifles... !!!
When Stability’s Made To Make UPGRADES...
Just To Keep Pace With Life Today... !!!
It’s AMAZING To Me How People Be.... !!?!!
When People Complain They Start To Act Strange...
As If It’s ILLEGAL... To Complain About Strain And Societal PAIN...
As If It’s NOT OKAY To Talk About The Way We Live Today... ?!?
Some People Have Said That My Poetry Is On The EDGE... !!!
Well I Have To Say That I DON'T Concur... !!!!
My Usage of Words Is... " On The Virge "... !!!
So Here's A Few To Give You Proof...
Now We Know Folks Are GAGGED In Ways That Are BAD... !!!
And In Ways That Some Use Within Their Sexual Moves... !!!
But What About Masks... We Should Think About That... !?!
Now It’s CLEARLY NOT GREAT For People To RAPE... !!!
But It Seems Nowadays That People Get RAPED...
In VARIOUS Ways ALL OVER The Place... !!!!!
From Those On The Stage To Those Getting LAID...
So Now Government Measures Are Placing PRESSURES...
And INCREASING STRESSES...
Because of Infections of Corona SPREADING... !!!
These Measures Have PRESSURED...
The Minds of Heads Vetted As NEEDING PROTECTION... !!!
Now I’m ALLERGIC To NUTS...
By This I Mean ... PEANUTS ... !!!
But The Nuts I'm Speaking of In THIS Poems GUT... !!!
.......... DON’T Reach My Stomach ......... !!!
What Is It These Days With Peoples Ways... ?!?
Cos' It’s CLEAR Nowadays That To Get Yourself Fame...
You’ll Need The SUPPORT of The... “ LIKE Brigade “... !!!
Because Light Has Been WITHDRAWN From How Stardom Is BORN...
Well Well Well.....
It’s CLEAR The HARDEST SELL...
Is Where REALITY Dwells... !!!
But It Does Seem That Media Teams...
Choose To Sell REALITY When It Brings TRAGEDIES... !!!
So.... “Just How Far Ahead, Is All of This New Tech ?”...
Because It’s Now Become Something That STUNS Like... TASER Guns... !!!
That Tech Heads Suggest Is A Way To Progress Humanity’s Ends...
... " The Politics of Things "...
Ya Know I Just CANNOT Do It... Refuse To Now USE IT... !!!
Wordplay and Good Music With Spoken Word Movements...
Because I’ve Been STRUCK By An Arrow of... " Cupid’s "... !!!
Of Course Nature PLUNDERS...
And Can Be THUNDEROUS... !!!
But It’s Also... WONDROUS... !!!!!
And Is Clearly Something That Helps Us To LIVE... !!!
So To Go AGAINST That’s Clearly NOT A Wise Plan... !!!
Now I’m NOT A Bloke Who's One Whose... “ Woke “...
Because To Me It’s A JOKE...
To Be Making CLAIMS In The World TODAY... ?!?
As If ONE WORD Or The Things That You Quote Means That You’re OKAY...
Now There’s A Time To DO IT... !!!
And A Time To... SHOO IT... !!!!!!!!
If Your Thoughts Aren’t Fluid...
And You’re Being STUPID... !!!
Like... Speaking Out of Turn When You’re Talk’s ABSURD...
So Through Human Existence...
There’s Been Much RESISTANCE To INDEPENDENT Thinking...
And Now That..... Corona’s KILLING... !!!
Resistance Is Sinking Just Like Those Kids Shrinking...
So It Seems To Be TRUE... !!!
Lies Move QUICKER Than The Truth... !!!
From Boardrooms To Media Newsrooms...
And Of Course They Move Through... “Secretive Crews”...
Soaring through the depth of me,
are stories I cannot unsee.
A chance to break this shift of space,
untimely but, it leads the race.
Unparalleled to swamps of heat,
it pours like lava, leaves the streak.
Now When It Comes To Keeping My Brain Waves MOVING...
I Choose To DO IT... Rather Than Refuse It... !!!
Because I’m NOT STUPID Or One Who Is Foolish... !!!
Now I DO Make Mistakes And Have Made Some BAD Choices...
I've Had This Said A NUMBER of Times … !!! When It Comes To Lines In ….. " My Poems " ….. "Virgil Man, Your poetry is, just too long !" Well Here's A SHOCK Cos' This One's NOT … !!!!! Attention Spans Have CLEARLY DROpped … !!!
Ya Know People Like ME Are A..... RARITY...... !!!!!
Because UNLIKE Most Peeps'...
We Believe In STRAIGHT SPEECH...
That Deals In TRUTH And HONESTY..... !!!!!
And Creatively We Embrace REALITY...
You, It's been you since the very first day,Those hazel eyes like the alps beneath the bewitching sunset,Stars, embedded like diamonds in the sky, like your soul embedded in mineTogether we enkindle hurricanes, But I boon my rainbow in your arms A
These feelings consume my bones, as a distant depression arose, those feelings of freedom and destiny are dethroned. I would not have been happy, but would I have meaning?
So Who Now Knows Which Way To Go ... ???
In This CRAZY Time Where Corona Vibes Are TAKING LIVES ... !!!
And Where Protest Lines Are Now Causing Fights ...
Because of Race Ties That REALLY AREN’T NICE ... !!!
A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
Now When It Comes To Blacks...
Who CLAIM To LOVE Black Clans...
When It Comes To Their Getting Cash...
Ya Know It Truly Is... INCREDIBLE... !!!
The Effect of Seeing A FlexibLe Woman Who Is... SEXUAL... !!!
By This I Mean She's Credible Cos' Her Mind's BEYOND A Vegetable...
With A Bod' That's Far From Spherical........ !!!
It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations...
From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!
It Seems They’ve Been Relating A LOT of FALSE Statements... ?
So Most People Now Know That When It Comes To Rap Flows...
That EXQUISITE TIMING Is Needed When Rhyming...
To Have People Liking The Rhymes You’re Reciting... !!!
Now I’m JUST Planting Seeds Through Verse And Poetry...
That I Now Use To Speak On Yes... REALITY... !!!
So Of Course My Verse Deals With DIFFERENT Beliefs...
Like JUSTICE, PEACE And EQUALITY... !!!!!
If we have life
If we have love
Our would be impeccable
No more lies
Only truth
Just me and you in this world
No more lies
No more anger
No more hatred
No more insecurities
So The Time Has Come To Have New Years Fun...
Because The Year 2020 Is... Finally Done...
But What A Year 2020 Has Been... !?!
It’s Been A Year of FEAR Due To This Viral Disease... !!!
So What Does Revolution.... ?
In TRUTH... Mean To You... ?
Fighting The System Or Being A Villain...
Whose Mission Is Fuelled By CASTRO Type Views... ???
Now There Was A Dude Whose Visions Were Viewed...
The new year eve is the time for a celebration
This year though there are more reasons to do it
The year that's about to go was no less memorable
The world was forced to wage a battle against a virus
It's......
... " The Writer In Me "...
Who Writes Poetry …….
Like Most People I Try To Show GOOD Judgement... !!!
But It's Easier Said Than Done For Sure... !!!
DAMN These... Liars And LIARS... !!!
Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!?
of ALL of Their Lies, Deceit And YES Crimes... !!!
Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY The Truth From The Minds...
Now It’s NOT About Making... PREDICTIONS... !!!
It’s About Airing Opinions Within The Things I’ve Written...
Because NOBODY Can PREDICT What The Future Will Bring... !!!
Now It's Clear That I’m A... Creative Dude...
But I REFUSE To Choose To Let WILD Talk Loose... !!!
I Choose To Use Wordplay That’s Shrewd...
When It Comes To News That Fuels Our World View...
Folks It Is A ... " Fine Line " ... !!!
That CLEARLY DEFINES ...
The Road That I Walk With Words That I Rhyme ...
Cos' Words That I Talk May See Me In Court ... !!!
WITHOUT Sean Or ... " Just Cause " ... !!!
The Dreamer
I can't
give
up still I
keep my
head up.
Living
my life
in dream
what
can I do?
Trying to
survive in
this tough
game.
No past failure
ever stops you
from Moving on
again. Today try
improving
your
skills
in
order to
enhance your
chances of
Winning, life
ends when
we halt dreaming.
Never stop learning because in
learning
there Abides
teaching
and likewise in
teaching, learning
dwells.
both the
lecturers and
schoolers has
somewhat
to teach the
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
Now I Have To Say...
That In These Strange Days...
My Use of Wordplay Is In A RICH VEIN... !!!!!
From Reflecting On Things That Are Proving To STING... !!!
Like Reggie DONE SAY... It's Time For Some ACTION... !!!
The Use of Wordplay To Stand AGAINST Factions...
Political And Criminal By Use of Verse That's CRITICAL...
Now I’m A Man Whose Mental...
…………… TAPS ………… !!!
Into Spoken Words And Poetic Verse...
About This World And How It Turns...
So My Tap Runs And RUNS And RUNS... !!!
So When It Comes To Poems...
My Styles Are... FRESH... !!!
When It Comes To Subjects...
Like How We Humans BLEND...
And CREATE... Children... !!!
It Seems That Folks SHOULD PREPARE... !!!
For This Phrase I Now Share That Clearly Will SCARE... !!!
For Heads Now Aware...
That The World May Be Heading Into A NIGHTMARE...
DYSTOPIAN... YEAH... !!!
Now We May Have Had... A FEW ... !!!
Who Were Seen As........ “ COOL “........
Who Made Positive Moves To Uplift Black Groups...
Ya Know... I REALLY AIN’T About THAT... !!!
Running Chat That’s CRAP To PLEASE These Clans...
of CANCELLING Gangs Who Behave Like The KLAN of Ku Klux MANS... !!!
"Who run the world? Girls," Beyonce once said.
It really is the truth, though.
We girls are capable of
Taking the world with our own
Two hands and ruling the globe.
Anyone up for world domination?
I may come across as a
Stubborn, competitive, and
Argumentative person,
But I'm just fighting
For what I want, so...
The world is an immensely
Competitive place,
Honestly, people. Come on.
No-one is better than anyone else.
We all have something
That makes us special.
It's our differences that
Make us beautiful.
How boring would it be if
We love and we hate,
We hug and we fight,
But we come back togther
Because we know what's really important:
Stay at home and wear our masks,
Keep our distance and
Still stay connected,
So Who’s REALLY CLEAN In Our Societies... ?!?
When It’s Clear Now That Money Is MOSTLY... DIRTY... !!!!
Now By This I Mean That It’s Made By Teams...
Who Are Prone To Deceive And Are Mostly WEALTHY... !!!
So Today I Heard Rhymes...
By The Man DEFARI That Just BLEW My Mind... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design...
Because He Spoke About WHY...?!?
In These Days And Times...
They shake their heads when I have "too much hope" for the world.
I give people the benefit of the doubt.
I try to believe that everyone has some good in them.
They just say, "If only you knew."
In a world full of ruin,
Only the strong will survive.
Not just the strong in build;
Strong in mind, strong in heart, and strong in soul.
There will be sacrifices to be made,
So This... “ Cancel Culture “...
Now Seems To Be Structured To RESTRICT Numbers...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played...
Kids on computers,
Parents out of work.
The climate's changing
And Earth is dying.
Stores are closing and
The streets are empty.
There's smoke in our atmosphere,
Poisoning our air.
So... Corona Movements And Now Education...
Are Creating A World of CRAZY CONFUSION... !?!
COVER Your Face ALL Over The Place... !!!
But When You Eat Food And Take Food From Your Plate...
I'm in the passenger seat;
It's nighttime and I
See the city lights
Flashing right on by.
As I look out the window
I can't help but feel
So infinitely small and
Insignificant.
We are the generation
In which the world has
Placed its trust onto.
We are the future.
They've been saying this
Since we were only children.
It's all up to us.
how can a nightmare be so bright
of a world filled with darkness
of the bright, its shining light
that leaves people with badness
the dark meets the light in eternal scilence
It REALLY Is An AMAZING Thing... !!!
To See How QUICK Some People SWITCH When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!
And NOT The Type of Pressure That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!
Well It Seems Nowadays THAT..." Black Lives Matter "..... ?
Well I'd Say THE HUMAN Factor...
Is What We SHOULD RECAPTURE... !!!!!!!!
IN FACT What I Mean Is... "Capture"... !!!
Not very often a stranger becomes an integral part of our lives
Is there a better illustration of this truth than the pandemic Corona
Eight billion people of world are facing every day, every hour, every minute
So What’s Coming Next... ?
Now That The PRESIDENT...
Has Caught This VIRUS... ?!?
Ya Know I’d Rather See... " CALM "...
Than ... ALL THIS ALARM ... !!!!
MORE Welcoming Arms...
LESS Guns In Young Palms...
The Use of Napalm...
Has Left MANY HARMED... !!!
MAN These HOSTILE Environments REALLY NEED RETIREMENT... !!!
From WINDRUSH’ Scandals To... Black Lives Battles...
These Environments RATTLE And HERD Like... CATTLE...
God created world but wasn't very happy for what he saw
Thought how could He make it better and more interesting
He wasn't sure what He needs to do and pondered for long
Now My Name’s NOT Shaggy...
But It’s Clearly NOT ME Who Will EVER Be...
A Star Like Those Who Hold BIG Shows...
Where Droves And Droves of People Go... !!!
So James Baldwin’s Words Would Appear To Be FACT...
If You’re Creative And Black And Are Down With The Alphabet Gender Pack... !!!
You’ll Get FAST Tracked Into... Earning Cash...
Now Construction Is A Word When Applied To... " Verse "...
That NEEDS PROPULSION For Your Words To Be Heard... !!!
To Construct Or BUILD DEMANDS REAL SKILL... !!!
If You're Trying To ENLIGHT Through The Words You Write...
Okay The Vibe To Write...
Is Now A Part of My Life...
It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!!
Excuses Excuses... So MANY EXCUSES... !!!
For The Type of Looseness That Has Embraced NOOSES... !?!
You May Be Good With LAND... ?
But That DOESN’T Mean...
That You’re Good With MAN...
Or INDEED... WOMAN... !!!
Or INDEED Of Course...
With... Your Children... !!!
Now When My Mental DRIVES My Mind To Write Rhymes...
Their Range of Wordplay... Spreads FAR And WIDE... !!!
From Social Crimes To Relationship Strife...
To The Type of Things With Societal STINGS... !!!
Ya Know The Human Race...
Seems To Move These Days In Ways That DISPLAY...
A LACK of Respect For Coming CORRECT... ?!?
From Corporate Sects To The Streets Where Feds'...
KEEP KILLING Men To STOP Violence... ?!?
It Seems That MANY Are Living With... “Limited Vision”... !!!
Cos’ They’ve Fallen Victim To Being Those Willing...
Now If You’re...NOT A Writer...
Let Me Explain To Y’all...
That It’s True That Our World’s...
A Lil’ DIFFERENT To Yours... !!!
Because We Choose To THINK...
About What Y’all... Ignore... !?!
These Days It Seems...
That They’re A Force With PURPOSE...... !!!!!!
This New Breed of Human VERMIN... !!!
Which Is Why I’m Now An Anti-People Person... !!!!
I sincerely miss
Playing With
The child inside
But now he cries.
There was a time
When he could see sunshine
But now he's scared
He came to life unprepared.
On the ground he lay
Look up to the sky friends,
Can you see the coming end?
Red rock falling from the sky,
Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise.
Say your last prayer, beg for eternity;
The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
Let the world say that I am mad,
Or let me allow saying that the world is mad,
For I don’t seem to understand its everyday running discourse,
THIS Piece of Poetry Is To... My Mans'... !!!!!!
Whether... GOOD or BAD... !!!
RESPECT To BADMan...
NOT For Being BAD... !!!
Now I Waved GOODBYE To... UK Coastlines...
Because There Were Vibes That I DID NOT LIKE... !!!
But THIS Set of Rhymes...
Speak On Waves That Now Rise of The CORONA Type... !?!
Now These Words Are TRUE...
And NOT From Some Cartoon...
Where A Dog's Being Used... !!!!!!!
So NOW There’s A SURGE...
of... UNSETTLED Nerves... !!!
Because Corona’s NEW Curve...
Is INCREASING INFECTIONS...
In... CERTAIN Directions... !!!
“Testing Testing One Two Three !
that’s right, keep your distance, about six feet !
Form a queue please, and keep it orderly,
because we’re testing to see
if any of you have the Corona Disease !”
Noticing every trivial thing in my way
Appreciating the beauty of every other day
Not letting any moment go to astray
Not knowing if its March, April or May
That is how I'll spend the end of my days
Long lost lovers reunite at break
A world free from woes, a world without pain.
From every passing night to every blooming day,
The warmth of the sun distants itself from the age.
In A Time Where Zones...
Across The Globe Are... “CLOSED”... !!!
To AVOID Being... Bro ken... !!!
I Think That It’s Wise To Keep Our Minds OPEN... !!!
Okay So What EXACTLY Is... " COVID-19 ".... ?!?
A.......... (C.O.V.I.D)........
Certificate of Vaccination ID... ?!?
Take A Moment And THINK...
Do You Get The LINK... ???
Contrary To Chat That I’m An ANGRY Man... !!!
I’m More Relaxed...
Than A Laid Back Cat And That’s A FACT... !!!
But That’s NOT The Track That This Poem Maps... !!!!!!!!!
To determine self worth on a sliding scale strung so precariously
How melancholic is this!
Tendrils of doubt embedded superficially
On the surface of marbled skin.
The varying shades of gray-
Ya Know These Days... " What I'm Seeing "...
Is... WAY Beyond Believing...... ?!?
BURNED DOWN Ceilings...
Cos' of Government Dealings...
Now Leaving People GRIEVING... !!!!
It Seems That People Are Now Thinking...
Exactly... “ Which One Is It ?”....
An Epidemic... Pandemic....
Or Is This A...
...... “ PLANNED-demic’ ?!? “......
Ya Know I Like A GOOD Show ...
When It's Done ... WELL ... !!!!!
From Concerts To Dramas ...
To Flicks That Hit HARDER ...
Than ... ABUSIVE Partners ... !!!!
INDEED It's True ... !!!
CERTAIN FOLKS Are ... " Cool " ...
Well Schooled And IN TUNE ...
With Making SMART Moves ... !!!!!
While CERTAIN FOLKS CLEARLY ...
Like ... ACTING The FOOL ... !?!
I Bear NO RELATION To... IGNORANT Nations... !!!
Cos' My Mental GESTATION Seeks UNIFICATION... !!!
So It Seems That Extensions...
Are Now Worthy of Mention...
Because In Times Like These...
Where This Corona Disease...
... Has People SCARED... !!!!!
Extensions Prepared...
Are Not Being Impaired...
Ya Know I Choose To Do Things... PROPERLY...
Instead of Making A MOCKERY By Representing SLOPPILY... !!!!!
SHOCKINGLY ... I Find Most Minds Are Now Inclined...
To Think Like Shrinks When It Comes To THINGS...
Okay So This Verse Speaks...
Upon ... " Biblical Themes " ...
Because Words Like These...
Now Really Don’t Seem To Have Too Much Worth...!?!
Because The Meek ARE NOT Inheriting The Earth... !!!
So What’s Happened To The CHATTER... ?
About... Black Lives Matter... ?!?
DON'T They Matter NOW ...
That Coronas Around... ?!?
Now YOU MUST Know The Saying ...
... "Opinions and Assholes, are one and the same !" ...
EVERYONE's Got One Even If They Are ... LAME ... !!!!!
My Fellow Writers... PLEASE...
... Hear Out My PLEA... !!!!!!!!
Everything You Now Write Doesn’t Have To Be...
Designed In Line With Corona Themes... !!!
It Seems That We’ve Now Found An Issue That... " SURROUNDS "... !!!
The Question I Have‘s ... " So What’s Fake Now ? "...
We are not heroes.
We are just people,
trying to survive.
You and I,
are not equals.
You work from home
while I...
I work to ensure
that I get to keep mine.
So Are You A... FOLLOWER of Trends... ?
Or Are You A... " Trendsetter "... ?
... " COME FORWARD MY SELECTOR "... !!!!!!!!
I Really Think ...
That What’s Happening ...
Can Bring Good Things... !!!
Like MORE Thinking And LESS HATING... !!!
Because In These Days Why Would You Embrace...
Ideas of Race Hate When You Are Forced To...
So We’re In A New Curve Within This World ...
Social Distance Observed By People In Herds ...
of Cattle Now Rattled By ... " Corona Battles " ...
Okay So Now Everything’s... “ COOL “...
Because Now The Worlds People Are All Facing Curfews...
So The HOT Question Is THIS ... " How Serious Is It " ... ?!?
Stop, stop, stop
Tired of this world
And all the sorrow in it
I am tired of myself even though I’m tied with it
Lips are stitched together
Words are muffled in mouth
So Things Have STEPPED UP Now ...
To What Clearly Amounts To A ... GLOBAL Lockdown ... !!!
Cos We’re Facing A War ... UNLIKE ANY Before ... !!!
But Who’s Really Sure What They’re Fighting For ... ???
Now Virgelements' Set Precedents ...
For Sentiments Fit For Regiments ...
Where Expression Deals In LEVELLING ...
So ... Where Exactly ...
Is Humanity ... " Heading " ... ?!?
Because Now It Would Seem ...
To Be A ... Global PANDEMIC ... !!!!
But Hey People Sometimes ...
Can Be Truly PATHETIC ... ?!?
Digits on the screen cannot measure the grief,
But they tell us; how to keep safe ourselves.
Distance he gives you is the surety of your life,
Closure of the borders is not the alarm of its depths.
When we were young
We were so childish
We loved to dream
To sing, to dance
And never worried about a thing
My fire comesfrom mother's joywho waddles and standson bending knee, breaking backfor the joy of me.I am inspired. My fire sparksfrom your heart and mine
I agreed when she called the world ugly,
When she whined it was a washed-out warped place.
Said I hated when weather was sunny,
Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
Some days I wonder what my life would be like
If I opened the door here
And closed another there
Some days I wonder how the match didn't strike
Yet if I wonder enough
Can I see a new me?
Dear Parents,
You raised me from a babe
It’s something I don’t know why you would put yourself through
But you did it for me and for that,
I used to detest life. Sometimes I still do. It was deep yet shallow and still I could not find my place Above the waves
If I could change one thing about society,I don’t know what I’d do. Everybody is always telling me,‘Change starts with you!’ Well, I can’t fix our climate, Or gain world peace. I can’t make everyone rich.If I did, it’d soon decrease! It would flow
Can I hear one?
A real one for just once.
A poem about our children,
and why they need healing from their parents decisions.
I Move In The DARK Like ... Deep Sea Sharks ...
Therefore My Bite's WORSE Than My Bark ... !!!
Why HATE Because My Skin Tone's DARK ... ?!?
The world is full of sights to see
I just hope to experience every tree
All the flowers, plants, bushels, and greens
are beautiful creations held held in high esteem
The people I meet keep my spirits high
Biodiversity makes up Earth, that's my decree.
Animals big and small don't forget you and me
I got a couple things to say about saving the Earth,
Conspiracy ... ???
Theory ... ???
Or .... REALITY ... ?!?
This Is A Dilemma ...
That Needs CLARITY ... !!!
I often watch trees, because I actually like them
I may love them really, but regardless
I find them fascinating:
Standing upright like power poles
or bent over like blades of grass in wind
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
You know it
seems that through life
Propaganda and Lies
are fed by those guys
who wear corporate ties
So ... DON'T be surprised
if your life seems contrived
In our world .. .. ..
If you keep in touch with it,
you can feel others bleed.
You can see what they see.
It’s not make believe
Wake up in the mornin'.
Suddenly, I'm in a dream.
Everything looks so real.
What could this mean?
I get up, look around.
My face turns into a frown.
My heart starts racing.
I was happy,
TV nightly,
As a family,
Simple pleasures,
‘Any Umbrellas?’
Family holidays,
I was happy,
Perhaps the world was happy,
Or happier at least.
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Yet grass continues to grow every time it is cut. The sun continues to rise every time the moon has pulled it away.
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
My attitude is mine, it does not reflect on you personally
I do not have the energy for that
Not to mention the world revolves around the sun not you
My attitude reflects on my inner workings
I am a man
A simple, 2 bells and one whistle man.
I do not fear my existence. I just am.
My saying this should not offend you.
I certainly mean no harm.
Why are you slacking?
Don't take shortcuts
Don't do hacks
If it won't kill you
Keep trying
Just Try
Why are you crying?
Don't be depressed
Don't be scared
When sleepless nights became a habit
The days I woke up tired
When trick stopped working, counting white rabbits
The day I was first hired
In this world there’s nothing but greed
We are no longer kids with pigtails and braces
On the cusp of winning bicycle races
We are adults and we have grown older and bolder
With more responsibilities to shoulder
The world through a child's eyes
Everything is so beautiful
So new
So innocent
You grow with others
Learn new things
The world through a child's eyes
Everything is so beautiful
So new
So innocent
You grow with others
Learn new things
As you learn
The world shifts a tiny bit
Seeing the ugly
I'll wipe my tears when they fall,
I'll hug myself when I need warmth,
My feet will stand when I am down,
And my lonely soul will bear my story,
oh poor heart bear the pain,
Showcase your scars with pride,
A golden beam of sunlight shines through scattered patches.
Gold reflects on every surface.
The trees illuminate in a sunny yellow,
Signifying the timeless beauty that fall has bestowed.
Followed the line, had to follow their rule.
Drew the line, had to make own rule.
Looked the starting point, people began following my rule.
One day you're home,
and then another you are left all alone.
Abandoned, gone, and lost.
Looking around like theres been a holocaust.
People say life is black and white-
A letter to humanity,
With every new opening eye, I cry
A new sigh, a new eye
Born into this world
Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
A letter to humanity,
With every new opening eye, I cry
A new sigh, a new eye
Born into this world
Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
I speak my wishes into existence.
I will no longer go through this self resistance.
I set myself free to fly amongst the sea.
She said she was strong but was really weak.
She tried happiness but never seemed to find it.
Life never seemed easy for her.
Why does everything go so wrong?
I need to find love to save me from falling behind.
If You Know Thyself
then you know the world
Motivated by madness
and driven by desire,
dive into the pool of passion
and swim deep as you can.
If You Know Thyself
Our world is full of complexity
that we face competitively.
One thing we dread
is the future in our head.
"Hush!" the powerful say,
wanting us gone far away.
Quietly we move on,
I think I might stay in my bedroom today my mother didn’t tell me when you stepped out you’d be a needle in a stack of needles, polished metallic grey ripped enough to poke the earth and sadistic enough to watch it bleed.
Looking back now
There are many events
I wish I could change.
People I trusted,
People I loved,
People I hated.
Oh how foolishly yound I used to be.
I want to speak one more Language
That everybody can easily speak
Same as our food and the beverage
If not, it means, we are weak
The Earth is not here for itself.
Does nobody understand the brevity of the situation?
The world needs us.
It needs the boundless energy of our children,
The stories of those wisened by age.
The sun
Set on the King,
His crown gleaming as he,
Shrieked with hatred
That the sun was commanding the attention
Of the world.
It was something charming about it. It was a world of happiness were all your dreams came true. You felt like home and it smelled like childhood. She liked this world because it was the only place she felt loved.
You are what made me.
You are what brought me to my knees.
You are what rose above me in triumph.
You are my downfall.
I am what made You.
I am what made You able to tower high above me.
When I ponder about life's existence,
I have patience rather than vanity
In the American experience-
USA, with gloat, loses sanity;
Grasping this entire world of disorder,
in a world so blind
i am the only one who can see
the damage that has been done,
the pain that has caused so many to bleed.
a world built from a dream
forced into a reality
the mountains helped her breathe,
and become who she wanted to be.
they guided her on her way,
and watched over her night and day.
to her blooming heart,
the forest was a piece of art.
beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts
leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest
"Somewhere", spoke the grey lips in the wall.Somewhere before sunrise,before the first bird crows to dawnand the apathetic are yet to uncurlthe grit that gathers like dustbetween the fold of shallow eyes.
My dreams are so big
It’s hurt small minded people
They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams
So instead
We are not from this world
We are not in this world
We are not on this world
We are not of this world
We are the world,
The air in our lungs
Is the air that circuits this planet
There are some boys who talk in gamesAfter they get hard they say One must remember about his love without blameFirst say I remember my teacher when he was angry You must work you must studyTo make your country above in a way To let the enemy run
There are some boys who talk in gamesAfter they get hard they say One must remember about his love without blameFirst say I remember my teacher when he was angry You must work you must studyTo make your country above in a way To let the enemy run
Like a wildfire, it spreads
The hatred, the anger
Like a domino effect, it follows
The pain, the sorrow
Driven by rage
Control is lost
How come,
Those who hold their secrets,
Those who hold their tongue,
Those who feel the most,
Are the ones who
Pretty bird fall away Pretty bird come and play God made us out of clay But we don’t give a shit not even a prayer of thanks We live in a world where I don’t care is the coolWe live in a world when not giving a fuck is praised Killing our broth
Caramel like apples, sweet and nice.
Dark like chocolate with a red cherry undertone.
Yellow like the flower, pink in shades of lemonade.
Pastel, light, and soft as a dove.
I am laughingThat I can be dummyBut I am still laughingAs the world looks badlyAnd the time passed quicklyI found myself lazyI am toughing that I am triflingAll are passed to me and runI look to the time in runI am searching ,searchingTo find myse
I’m just an empty husk without You:
Striving without ever thriving,
Running hard but never arriving,
Dragging my way through life, only surviving,
Wishing I could run and hide.
It's late in the night i hear the crickets chirping to the sound of their own little songs, in the open field with a bunch of chirping crickets is where my heart belongs.
Blessed
God opened my eyes this morning rather it is sunny or clouds,
I am here to see another day and I am so grateful proud.
What Is Sex Really About?
Someone once asked me, what is sex really about?
Is it when a man climax and your name he utters out?
Is it the intimacy of the act between a woman and man?
all the places you go
taste the history
breathe the stories
the essence
the air heavy with magic
take a sip of the soul of the land
then leave a bit of you
for the next traveler
Silence can kill a game.
Silence has much shame.
Silence rings with pain.
Silence does not end with change.
Silence keeps fears locked away.
The stars,
Like headlights,
On the New Jersey Turnpike,
Stuck in constellation traffic.
The moon whispered my name
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
We create the worlds we want to live in because Reality isn't good enough for us, but what we never realize is:
Many can say that Poetry is a simple concept
However, they probably don’t understand that it’s difficult
to create a piece of literature with technique, symbolism, and depth
Historians agree that our ancestors lived in caves.
Sheltered under a rock, we adapted to walls,
a safety mechanism.
From caves to townhomes, we kept our walls,
built a fourth one,
shaded the windows,
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become.
People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
As I read a poem about life,
I realize that other people go through like me,
Some people have pain and strife,
Yet a few have so much hapiness which they can see,
Still others fight for what they think is right,
Hark! What deviousness draws near
As dreary durges sound in the ear
While weary soldiers are soon ensnared
by wormfood wisdom which fouls the air
Wake the sluggish world lest
What does the world have on us?
lets set ourselves free
we're under this fake world's shadow, indeed!
i keep asking how can the sun keep shining after going down the sea
Poetry taught me how to be proud of myself
When I used words that expressed things heartfelt
A message that I believed in.
Poetry taught me how to express
Things that I couldn’t naturally profess
The thing about the earth is that
It isn’t round
Because god made it like that.
It’s so the sound of my voice doesn’t
Touch yours.
Living my life filled with lies.
Am I wrong to say that I'm living this life full of lies?
Every day I look up at the sky
Wondering, what is it that signify and dignify
What I'm to do with this life?
Beautiful words can be empty
just vocabulary added together for the purpose of being lengthy
beautiful words and poetry, listen up because there is a difference
one is cute to look at and the other one breeds reverence
Through my fogged up glassesThe world looks somewhat softerA crumb calmerA fraction friendlierIt looks adequately welcomingmore mellowslightly sweetBut just for a moment.My glasses clear
We live in a world
where violence is the answer.
That's how states and empires were built.
amd also how they fell.
Although it is often looked down upon,
it is always resulted to,
I settled into the porcelain
coffin, tiny bubbles and
waves rippling, cascading
over the past and the
present.
My feet rose with the
crack, an existential
break in the mold of
I never learned how to apply for a loan.
I had to ask my mother how to buy a home.
My mind nearly collapses
Trying to file taxes.
Yet I feel like I’m expected
Not to be protected
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.
SHE WANTED THE WORLD IN HER HANDS
TO RULE THE LAND AND SEA
SHE WANTED THE WIND IN HER HAIR
AS SHE SPED IN HER BENZ
SHE ALMOST HAD IT ALL
BUT THEN SHE MET HIM
SHE FELL FOR HIM
Where did the serene blue skies go?
What happened to the crystal clear waters?
Blackened nights and darkened clouds
Leave creatures and humans suffereing,
Suffocating, crying, dying.
Everybody has different eyes
Everybody views things differently
So how can we be in the same world,
the same time,
the same town,
but see different things
We were raised differently
I've lived here all my life,
Some people have lived and many died.
I write to you, not because I'm bored,
But I've lived here 17 years,
Never have I met my landlord.
I have many questions,
Dear World,
Why do people always choose to hate
Because someone isn’t their race
Because they aren’t the right weight
Step back
Face the facts
The world spins and carries our slack
I sit
I wonder
But I don't react
I can't react.
Our sight
Our might
Our brain waves distorted
Dear world,
I ask you why.
Why do you do this?
Warfare, hatred, poverty.
Why have you chosen this path?
What makes you think it’s better,
What makes you think this is how it should be?
leave no trace
hear the chest rise and fall
the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet
camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
I'm about to flow in
Heavy winds hittin lately but we aint even lookin'
The world going through shit but you are still foolin'
Plus all these young niggaz coming through with no endz
Living in a world that doesn't exist
Soaked and sealed in the darkest sea of lies
Drenched in shame and sorrow leaking out of my body
Sex every hour with strangers who stared with disgust and pity
Dear Family,
Thank you guys for all the help,Because I really thought I was going to melt.With all the pressures that high school broughtI really felt like I was being tied in a knot.
Within the deep black of space,
lies the possibility to explore
and discover more than we can ever hope to.
Imagine the endless possibilities.
the meaning of man lies not in the hands
it is not changing, instead concrete
it lies in the mind of each individual, sans
those minds who've been poisoned
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
Spring showers bring an abundance of flowers,
And frogs croak fairly freely.
Warm days with sun-kissed rays and long hours,
Oh how I love spring, really.
The black device in my hands,
Clicks and shutters with each snap.
It sees the world for what it truly is,
A still of beauty entrapped.
Why do you stand there
throughout the wear and tear?
You watch for all time
committing a victimless crime.
You are bound by root
Across the vast blue ocean,
Rising out of the rainbow reef,
Lies a solitary Island.
Its tree-crested mountains,
And river-carved valleys,
Pierce my skin and I shall not cry
for the suns shine is within me
My hearts a summers warmth
a blooming flower
that opens in the wake of spring
I have not anything here on earth
The Black (pt. 3)
In the farthest field there is a deep pit
A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches
Of sweeping grass element
Which now and again bubbles and
Blossoms
The Black (pt. 2)
In seventeen years
All the roots have settled
The roots are strong,
They breathe.
In seventeen years
Our sun has curated
Created
Our plentiful harvests
The Black (pt. 1)
I am not sure what I was expecting
Here;
We have this-
This potential
And those who chip away at it
With their gold encrusted pick axes
Dear world,
I often ponder your composition
A seeming giant reservoir of water
Flowing as one, united
But is this really true?
You tell me everything will turn out
That I have my whole life ahead of me
But what if I don't?
What if there isn't that much time left?
Is it so bad to want to see
everywhere that isn't here?
Dear Future Self,
Do you remember the beat
The thumping of feet
Up and down the halls
In and out of classrooms
Dear friend,
How are you?
I must confess,
That mine eyes have not seen,
Your beautiful tress.
Of green leaves,
And long boughs,
And fresh, gentle touch.
I miss you,
The injustice,
The stupidity,
The sadness,
The rage.
This year has shown,
The world's a big stage.
The villains on one side,
Good versus bad.
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.
We live in a world that takes a little bit too much advantage from us
We live in a world that expects each and every living individual to be far from perfect
This is my letter to the world who never wrote to me.
The world who looked at me with judgement.
Who bullied me, gossiped about me, and never let me be.
I want you to know that you took away my smile.
Your 125 lb frame
Might have been easy to carry...
But you weigh my heart slowly.
Like a million feathers
You're a leach.
Sapping away red plasma
I am drained,
From the pain.
You remain,
Dear world,
What’s going on man?
I’m no batman
But i can clearly unravel the mystery present
You’re not currently very pleasant
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time,
It is so easy to forget the memorable events
That paints the portrait of the world.
Yet, with one more careful glance
Dear friends,
I believe in love, I believe in might
but I'm beginning to lose my sight
of everyone around me, everyone near,
everyone who might be close to hear
that I'm losing myself, losing me
Before.
Before, I would go through life as if I was stuck in a lucid dream
I could see the scintillating stars as they charged passed me
i can't explain the feeling i get when you kiss my forehead or my nose.
it's like everything else in the world, all the evil and all my worries just disappears.
The world is at its true point…BeautifulNo more, for the world now seems ever so TwistedWe now know what’s to comeBecauseThe media even says the same thingSo it must be true
It’s hard to find out what love means,
When you’re so young, so impressionable,
Searching for something you think you want,
Can you hear the silence?
Can you taste the tears?
Can you see the dark?
Can you mend the wounded?
Can you feel their heart?
It seems I always knew the earth was round.
From my childhood it was preached in learning.
The fact always struck me as perfect,
And wonderfully so.
Traveller
[ Inspired by the story "Going Places" by A. R. Barton ]
Do you ever
Stop
To think of the characteristics
In a red rose flower?
Beautiful
Palette of reds
Silk Petals
Positive phototaxis
To the wondrous scent.
The universe doesn't care about us.
We are nothing but specs of dirt on it's cosmic shoe.
So we sit, we wait, we hold on for a day the universe decides to be kind.
But what if we didn't have to?
Because I love you I have many tears,
Because I love you i have joy,
Because i love you i jealousy,
Because I love you I am happy,
Because I love you I am mad,
All of my emotions tangled up like rope,
Ours & His - Word, Actions and Love
Our
Our Words
Are thought expressed
Within the contacts
Of our heart's intent
Oh ...
I suppose
I'M
The one
Who
Was supposed
To
Fix the
WHOLE
FUCKING
WORLD!
no?
Then
why
isn't
it
done
already?
Where did it come from
Can it be a mystery
Sometimes its clueless
Nobody really understands it all
Nature is not readable
Where did it come from
How can you smile
knowing that peopl are dying
because they are sick of trying
to appease the critics,
to appease the man,
to appease the woman,
and those in command.
They are taking their lives
My boy wished on me every night,
In joy, in rage, in fright.
But where is my boy tonight?
My boy is gone, for now he's a man.
He won't wish on me, although he can.
O'er the mountain,
Under gray sky,
An eagle calls,
I hear his cry.
O'er the mountain,
Doves mourn and cry,
Sit and listen,
As they all sigh.
Right and wrong is no longer definedBy a divided line Morality no longer exists in the human mindTruth has been overcome by compromise and lies
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair
So thick, so dense
No stylist would dare
She stayed in a tower
In the middle of town
Combing and spraying
Detangling and braiding
We do not have to plead our case For he took our place Tracing back-to Genesis When we were molded by His grace
We cannot mix God and the world
Light and darkness
Nor the flesh and Spirit
It is ridicules
God would spit you and me
Humanity is lost and afraidAs I sit here todayI see our world enragedOur soldiers are far awayPolicemen are dying and going to their gravesI look up at the stars and I hear a voice within my heart say
Fairytales.
They don't come in true colors.
Some come in blue.
Some come in romantic red,
But some come,
In Backless Black.
In the depths of darkness,
The Princess and the Peace
By Sophia de Castro
Once upon a time,
There was a princess
Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully,
Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.
Once upon a time there lived a young princess
She lived in Los Angeles, California
But her roots traced back to the Middle East
Unfamiliar with much of her culture, she remained stuck in her city castle
There is a stupidity in this world.
It drifts from person to person
And it lingers in crowds.
It is subtle but so widely stretched
It encompasses the whole of humanity.
It bothers me that there's empty trash cans
And trash covered streets
People sleeping on warm beds with clean sheets
When other people are trying to fall asleep
With no pillow on cold hard concrete
What if white were black and black were white,
What if night were day and day were night.
Would things stay the same
Or would they suddenly change?
You see, it's all about the meaning, not about the name.
It was nothing but a blurAmidst the insecurities of life Hasty decisions Jumping into conclusions Hiding blemishes Closing gaps In betweenBroken roadsPerfectioning one another's flaws
Boom!
The sound of another gun shot.
Breaking news!
Another murder.
Seek shelter!
Another flood.
What is this?
It is a mad world,
but also a bad one.
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Why? Why do we hope for peace when people die and people bleed?
Why? Why even mention the word when people continue to let this more forward?
Why let this happen? Why let them die?
Why start a war with guy against guy?
I sit here
in the tailgate of the truck
watching the beautiful orange rays from the sun drift into a dark blue
i only have one thing on my mind
but I mean hell you always are
Under one nation
What is one nation
We fight a war for peace
Please
Its all an excuse
To hide from the truth
We are never satisfied
We live a life smothered in lies.
Man made of fire,
Passion to fight.
Arrow through his heart,
Yet he refuses to die.
As stubborn as the light in his eyes
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
I opened a book..Of which had no title..Took a second look.. andAwakened a mind that was idle..
NUMBERS
Dedicated to the people around the world who I really want to help.
…but I can’t quite just yet.
When I close my eyes
I Envision the deep waters of the ocean
Spreading it's arms across the sea
Holding hands with distant waters
From another country
Never to break apart
Brotherhood's one magistic bond
You are blind.
Do you realize our shape?
You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind?
No, I think not.
You do not come together.
Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
An inquisitive mind-- flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
I've been looking for a place to plant my life.
Maybe at a shop, or ship or bar?
But not on a farm.
For weeds at farms are pulled sight.
We are the country who
Pledges our allegiance to
A flag of
Purity
Valor
Perseverance
And justice
Looking up at the stars
feeling the grass on feet
tears in eyes
blood in the street.
The wind is howling,
the birds all scream,
at the horrendous crimes
that the media eats.
Picture
Always having that crunching feeling throughout my soul.
Keep on worrying what’s going on with me. I don’t feel whole.
Why am I always jumping towards the end?!
Behind the dark sky of clouds
A sun rests, with all its' stars
And as I walk, forever proud
Of my many universes that are
Behind the clouds, behind the sun
Behind anything that has not yet begun
in the land of the free
and the home of the brave -
with a hint of "what's in it for me?"
you see - here in a country who is proud of their freedom
everything comes with a price.
O joyous God-sent talents
That bestowed upon my sun kissed skin,
Absorbing the magnificent rays of life
Whilst the gloryful art shall become captured.
America the free
But are we really free?
Striving to contain a positive image
Looking into the mirror
Not many like what they see
Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
People tap and pound on the glass walls of their cage all piled in
like sardines in a can.
Some of their faces are motionless,
some are screaming.
He wasn't a prince nor that of any talent,
And his hands were calloused with age and smoke.
Not a scholar, but he is now gallant.
His love for her awoke when under night's cloak.
My passport was my ticket,
As I climbed aboard the plane.
Guitar across my shoulder,
Adventure in my veins.
The world has been my hometown,
In the year I just walked through,
Asking when the right time is
To move on forward,
To leave behind things unbroken,
People not forgotten,
Actions never betraying a regretful tone,
May not be so hard after all.
I live in fear
That one day
One day
We will die
No, not just one
All of us.
I Live in fear
Knowing that
Do my steps weigh down
This island, and flood my home
In waves of guilt?
These frayed gaps tell me so.
Prayers force their way out of these pages
"Wake Up Neo.
"The Matrix has you."
Digital Mind Control.
Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
What is a year?
What can it befall?
Does it bring happiness or fear?
Does it bring anything at all?
The impossible has happened and now I am impossibly numb.
The bitter sting of an empty core, I wanted more. More warmth more sun, more love, hope.
And I want more still.
I've seen through my eyes,
A world laid out before me.
A world that's experienced a year of growth,
A year of pain,
A year of change.
A lot can happen in a year,
The discovery of a new hobby,
From the ashes, I rise. We rise. The answer. The answer is fight.
Struggling for something better. Struggling for preservation.
And what do we say, what do we do when most hope is lost? When we feel
Broken to Beautiful
This world is
Broken
Sadness
Floats the air like smoke from a cigarette
Depression
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak
My eyes will open
And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
The world anticipates the new year
to forget what has gone past
but in 2016 we had many firsts
and certainly many lasts
Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
Time is an illusion.
At first, you don't agree
but after some thought, you begin to wonder.
Am I an illusion?
Is this world?
At first, you laugh
but after a minute, you begin to think.
I stay away from relationships
I improved
I have stopped procrastinating
I improved
I am more dedicated
I improved
I read a book
I improved
I finally know what my purpose in life is
I am broken.
A billion shattered pieces scattered…
Who will put them back together?
Perhaps no one will……..
Shall I remain as broken as this tortured world?
Live in your bubble for a day
Not for a lifetime
Look up and see the world
The world outside your own
That is the world you live in
Not the one you've created
To her people were art.
Their body, their face
Their mind, their thoughts
Their secrets, their souls.
It was the way she looked
At the world that made her
Eyes so beautiful
As beautiful
As every sunset and sunrise you will
Ever see
Twenty Sixteen
sucked.
I complain with my friends
"wow this year sucks"
Because it's the year I realized
we're all small
and so out of luck
Deaths and chaos
I am not the same
today is a different me
some would say it is a shame
but I know I must let it be
because the world keeps moving
and we all keep dying
so we need to keep proving
What a damn free world we are living in
Some came from England for religious freedom
And others came to escape their corrupt piece of land
Now somehow, we all gather in some place called the freedom land
Last year I was lost
No new bridges of opppurtunity being crossed
My life frozen, covered in frost
Then I was enlightened to my true goal
After years I finally uncovered my role
My soul is like a peace of paper; white and light and soft and new.
My friends are like the pages; close enough to feel the pain, but like a page they too can turn away, who new.
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
As ink ridden eyes
Gaze into white skies
The world, a canvas
The painter, relentless
The brush he holds
A stroke of gold
Today,
I challenge you
To look farther than yourself.
Your "world" is only but a small
Fractions of what is perceived and felt.
Beyond you,
Is a whole other universe in which
In one year's time I have learned much about the world around me and I will continue to learn more about this colossal world of ours. Learning never ends!
The wind whispers as it ruffles through the trees. Birds sing along to nature's tune.
The glowing sun shines through golden leaves as it rises to the day. A king to its kingdom.
Who knows how long it will take
until from my deep slumber I will wake.
It's terrible, violence, racists, and poor.
When, at last, will I wake from this horror?
There's people dying, killing, and crying
I've gone around the world.
I've gone to seek,
the mountain peaks
To swim every lake
without any breaks
To climb the trees,
And overlook the seas
I''ve gone into the tunnels,
Our World,
twisting and turning everyday,
with a new surprise,
waiting each and every way.
My world,
surrounded by uncertainty and surprise,
not ever knowing,
if I am anywhere near my demise.
My alarm goes off
The sweet sound of the ukulele jingle wakes me from my slumber
As I embrace my gray plush blanket,
I hit ‘dismiss’ and consider remaining in the warm, cozy fuzz of blissful sleep
Intense iridescent images irradiate impetuously,
incredible irregular-waves impact inshore isles;
Individuals investigate isolated islands
inventing ingenious inventions;
i was born a stoner
lyrically on one but I’m sober
over
popping up eventually like I was a gopher
I’m searching
but I can’t find meanings
Wait
Why is this happening?
All the tears counting amounting And no one here comforting
Something so unmistakable
Something so breakable
Old priviliged friend introduced to medicinal,
He loses touch then on his hip are mini missiles,
He said school was boring so he found a new way to have fun,
Rollin with new guys that all have guns,
My room
Outside, a show
Inside, preparation.
That's one
Outside, constant
Inside, a quick breath.
That's two
Outside, the World
Inside, my World.
My room
Rain - is the world's way of crying
Snow - is the world's way of cleansing its life.
Sun - is the world's way of showing happiness.
Earthquakes -are the world's way of shouting.
What a perfect illusion it is
living in a sugarcoated world is what it seems
living in a place where people are scared of the ones that are supossed to be protecing
Grain after grain it slips away..Into the endless abyss we call time.Second after second you take breathe not knowing if its going to be your last. Minute after minute you smile feeling like time has stopped.
bombs and deaths constantly go off
millons of deaths, are just a cough
tears and blood fills land
but yet you just watch all this in the palm of your hand
families and homes are destroyed in the blink of an eye
My mind is another place from where I live in
I can imagine everyone with smiles and laughter
Our world: consequence, disease, reward, and inconvenience.
Smiles and laughs that entail crying--
And without even trying-- we acknowledge those who are dying.
Respect for the lost is given without proximity,
If you think there is less love in the world,
Think again.
Because I see love when a parent waits for his/her child,
when a child does everything to make his/her parent smile.
What is the beauty in life you suppose? Maybe it's the way we never expect a suprise at every turn we make in our lives. Maybe its the way we expect every relationship that we get into, to last.
Living in a world where people are blind
Do these people really care about our kind?
Who knew our world become a mess
People are becoming less and less
Shootings here and there, war is everywhere
Walking along the beaten path,
the fall sun shines on me like a warm bath.
This forest is the last.
I am alone,
I am one with the world.
I feel the heart beat of a thousand creatures,
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins
at sunset.
Slumberous teenagers sinning
on swing sets.
Soul mates trapped in
sundripped snapshots.
Sipping a strawberry shake-
two straws.
You said you'd always be there
but now you don't even care.
I have no no idea who you've become
and it's not just me you walked away from.
It's yourself you gave away
I'm shedding tears for all the people we've lost just this year. From senseless violence to overgrown conspiracies, can't you see the enemy?
They hide in plain sight so no can ever see.
I always thought that when I grew up I would be free
No cares in the world with a little responsibility.
No one ever told me about loans, mortgages & debt,
to test limits and defy explanation
to tread murky waters and not look back
to sour higher and higher and be able to look down
to concure fear with a flick of the wrist
to try
College Ruled Paper (But NEVER Wide Ruled.)
There's a call for change, for warmth, for compassion
But you can only find these through blood colored ink on paper
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
We the (conniving & coy)
We the (sullen & somber)
We the heartaches
the heartbreaks.
Quell the earths quakes
with equivalent exchange
of natural disasters-
I am not a poet,
And when I do I try,
I put myself down,
And give up every time.
I am not a poet,
Though I would like to be.
I find I can never express
My feelings accurately.
PAY ATTENTION
Get ready for this intervention
People are dying
Children are crying
Men are lying
Maybe it was my realization that placement of words and spaces could literally shake a nation,
Wake a generation, stir a congregation, or transform no way into more ways.
Snickering and cackling
Its sparks are laughing
Trying to warm us
And staying lit is a must
Acting like it was having fun
It has the touch of the sun
Burning whatever it is touching
In The World
And In The Universe
Operate Physical Brute Force
Arts
Heart
And Nerves
Of All Of Biology
And All Living Things
In The World
Oppose The Brute Force
Immediately Stop The War On Our Planet !!!
Stop All Production Of Military Products !!!
Our Planet Is Very Small
Our Planet Is a Very Unique And Beautiful
Our Planet For Children
For a Peaceful Life
Can I Sense What the Physical Eye Cannot Detect ?
By: Alesiya Walker
When a heart pleads for love,
Pain.
Controlling. Mind numbing.
The world beckons.
It calls.
Envelops you in its ice-cold arms.
A ray of hope glimmers and peaks through the cracks.
Hope.
Years of pain, slowly melting.
Everyday people wake up to the same old routines we kick off the blankets,stretch, then stare into space wondering just how the day may play out ; will the day be blue or grey?
Poetry is both processing and process.
Poetry is the naming and the name.
Poetry is the discovering and the discovery.
Poetry is primal; it is breath and emotion and creation.
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real
I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth
Until I was one with the rest of the universe
Until I was bigger than the farthest star
A world dealt with the aftermath of countless lifetimes laden with crueltyA world in turmoil and controversyA world trying to expand and trying not to expandSuch is the world I was born into.Not everybody is happy.
We cannot even describe the way
We look at you every single day.
You, the tormentors, the ignorant, the sinners,
Yet also the popular, the loved, and the winners.
The meaning
Is so unclear
And yet plain
A true paradox
This simple word
It traps me
Stabs me
Gives me bliss
Makes me feel
As light as a feather
It makes me vulnerable
It hurts again
This familiar pain
The ache in your chest
The depressing rain
The gloomy sky
So high above
It feels cold
And chilly
And somehow wet
And it feels like
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself,
Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame,
She felt like the last book picked on the shelf,
The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
When we were children, we believed that growing up was the way to freedom.
That maybe if we were just a little bit older, we could destroy our demons.
But somehow we found out the truth.
Staring up at the midnight sky,
hear the quiet passing by.
We can't get those thoughts out of our head,
so we keep them in until we are dead.
Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to play dead
Being blind and not even knowing it
Daily activities going through life in a daze
Running, always chasing trying not to be caught
Smiles are sunrises and spring flowers.
They rise and grow from the joys of life.
So smile.
And bring beauty into this world.
Throughout our childhoods,
we’re taught to trust in the things shoved down our throats by the tv screens,
We don’t know they're lies of course,
It’s all so real to us, it’s all we know,
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other
A hug for one person to another
A kiss to make somebody’s day
Some loving to make the pain go away
If I was an inanimate object
I wouldn't feel the things I feel
But If I was an inanimate object
Nothing would be quite as real
I'd never be sad
Empty pages that stare back,
So pure and clean,
Untainted with words,
And the markings of my imagination.
Was that not how I was before?
Ignorant, and in bliss
Not caring for the world.
Thanks for the reminder
That what I do is worth nothing
At least when it means nothing to you.
Though it means the world to me.
Thanks for the reminder
That I "waste" my time
Take a beautiful girl
And hide her away
from the rest of the world
But one day
Gotta let her out
Off she goes
In a world with billions of people
A world with you and me
A world with creatures of all shapes and sizes
That roam free and wild
A world without color is a dreary world at best,
For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest,
I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
Hunting tools,
Fire,
Coexisting,
Art,
Boats,
Wheel,
Guns,
Electricity,
Phonograph,
Gold,
Evil,
Conflict,
Hate,
War,
Heartache,
Fear...
You are a florescent bulb
And the world is a room
It is not a dark room
But it is dark to you
You must find a socket
Discover the grooves
And take the twisting the world has done to you
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about?
Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun
like making babies or going on journeys?
Why is the world so mean?
when i say you are beautiful
i am not forgetting.
perhaps in beauty nature boasts
the pain of life
and within you
uncorrupted
lays a secret garden
and within you
The rhythm of my heart is no rival
For the movement of your wandering eye.
Her lithe figure signals her arrival
My cadence lulls, watching, undignified
Why cant the world be friendly?
Why cant money grow on trees?
Why cant the sick be healthy?
Why are people mean?
Why am I so happy when you are so sad?
Come on friends and smile,
You can change it all.
When I think poverty, here's what I see,
Beaten down faces and thousands of frowns
Shutdown dreams in the land of the free
It is weird that I am here.
Trapped.
On a beautiful island I cannot call my home.
I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own.
Deserted, I feel..alone.
Back and forth
Back and forth
Scanning the lines
Finding the rhymes
Eyes flicker and flit
Watch the words split
Feeling the pain
Dancing in the rain
Alongside the unsung hero
On this island it's just me and you.
You have everthing I need all in one.
Without you it's like I'm missing what is important to me.
On this island it's just you and me.
What is left of the past,
When we walk down the streets,
The ones we lived upon,
And the seem to be an empty memory.
The faded pictures of people we knew,
An old recording of me and you.
Art;
the (blood rushing through
my veins, painting me with color in this
gray, flavorless world)
ability to
take your brok-
en, s e n s e l e s s,
s
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a
Standing knee-deep in waves it could otherwise
Drown in,
Reaching toward the water,
Black with tears and blood and bad memories,
A body standing aimlessly, dead before
Drowning.
Take a look around you.Do you see the starlight?Do you see the owl whoFlies solo in the night?
Tall oaks rise out of the soil.
Abundant in the golden fall,
they oversee the many
all.
They creak and sway
yet never turn away
from another being.
Humbly they stand
I need love
I need to love and be loved
I need a driving force
In this cold and eternal world
I need love
I need love
I dreamed of the future
A depiction of innocence
The abolishment of intolerance
The passion of creativity
I dreamed of family
The contribute of togetherness
Acts of forgiveness
there are more important things
then you and me
then me and you
there are more important things
then your posessions
then being possesive
Crumpled emotion flows through our bones,
running and tugging and screaming "Go home!".
Through it all we crack and crumble, pouring our heart out onto
the rubble.
A crime each day
Took care of by people
What should we pay?
Should we go more to the steeple?
Why do we do such things?
How can we be mean?
Hear the church bell ring
As humans develop coming from a small origin.
I learned that life will be worthless without humor.
Ladies and Gentleman, humor will bring the smell of spring and the scenes of summer to you.
I sit here in the corner not wanting to breath
I feel like I have no one here to protect me
Hearing my mother scream and shout
When a baby walks and falls we cheer yelling do it again! Try again!
When a kid can’t count to 100 he gets helped by his parents.
" I am a women of Power"
with strength and matter,
all girls matter,
i am strong and made of steel,
i can make all things come real,
with a heart of gold my heart is my soul,
I am a women,
Traveling is what many long for,
To travel when and where you want.
To travel the world is to live free,
To live free, is to live happy.
Happiness is not a destination,
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep,
However, I prefer the beauty of silence,
With its daunting tones,
And comfort it brings when I weep,
The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
There's a river I know,
in the land of the dead,
where many call home,
and others may dread.
There's a city I know,
where the parties are gold,
where the liquor is silver,
My psychologist says I have mental issues
My mother affirms this to be true.
Why do you expect me to be normal
in a world so very abnormal?
They say that life is what you make it out to be
We live In a land where the people romance the reality Instead of embracing and facing the realism In attempts to make it better for these little boys and girls Not realizing they are implanting pessimism Causing their minds to be closed with fr
Where are you going Syrian woman?Panicked in a fleeDanger and destruction awaitYou’re yearning to be free
The dreary darkness driftsacross the vast blue sky wispy clouds travel aroundgradually attracting another addition
All but ONEa lonesome cloudstruggling silentlynobody sees a thing
There's a place where the middle meets the east.
Some of it is made of sand,
it's bland and you could get lost -
in the smoke, the ashes, and in the
tears of children and parents
The day they said
the world was to end
and so the day the world waited for with fears
but no signs of it all
and the day's work went as usual and on schedule
and some as late as usual
Don't let your guard down...
Everyone is coming, hitting me left and right
Fists of emotional fury, is there a way out?
How did i come in?
There might be a key... but what do i have to pay to get it?
What you see on the outside of me is a young freckled girl as confident as can be. She can stand and talk in front of people with ease, and take charge of situations in a breeze.
Blood drips from murderous assaults
Onto the rich soil of the earth
Its crimson essence cries to all
That Life will no longer give birth
People judge
by the mirror's expectations.
They don't look
inside with appreciation.
Maybe people aren't
always outwardly beautiful,
But that does not mean
their souls are dull.
Matter doesn't matter, it's chemicals that scatter.
It's your food, it's air, it's water.
It's human and nature. It's infinite space around us.
It flows like rivers and falls like snow.
I am not that little girl
The little girl who brings joy to the world
The little girl who open's up hearts
That girl was beautiful in so many ways
In this small world where we live in,
Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths,
Where our feet are stuck in the past,
Is there any path towards the future?
Without any thought about our actions,
I am me in many ways
I am different than everyone
I know.
I am a person with own desicions
with own talents
and aspirations.
I am like a nomad
who roams freely
without rules only
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness.
A question with no complete answer.
Am I the child that begs?
The child that wants more,
Because I'm hungry but not for food?
Am I the child that crawls?
The child on hands and knees,
Because I can't take a step but can walk?
It’s too small of a planet
To say Earth is everything,
To say the stars are there for beauty
And the moon is there for peace.
It’s too great of a world
To say God is false,
Beyond the sea lies the horizon.Go! Will you make it there?
The snow flake will not hesitate to boast its intricacy. Examine! Can you see a pattern or perhaps a maze?
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Life is a warzone
An enemy at every side
No one can deny
That this is life
But in this war I find excitement
It’s wonderful
Yet people think I’m crazy
Social Media is a game controling our life.
Loging on to Facebook
Recieving "Likes"
Logging on to Twitter
Receiving "Favorites"
Logging on to Vine
Receiving "Revines"
the world in a daZe
it seems like its the end of days
the sun close u can feel it in the rays
lost child i cant get out of the maze
head high i still carry hope
even though all we was told is nope
I just know...
I just know it will pay off.
Something in me feels it.
These lectures are boring, they leave students snoring, the rain just keeps pouring, assignments that is.
Chrysalis dance around,
Never mind the change you've abound.
Orange burning bright with passion;
Black delicately laced for fashion.
Wings look able and ready to fly
Through the forest passing by.
What possessed you to play?
In a world where many straddle between unaffiliated and unbelieving
it's the worst time to take on spirits you're not sure you believe in.
A journey with possibilities as endless as the waters of the sea.
W e are all sailors, and
E ver since birth, each of us have set
S ail on this boundless voyage, this beautiful exploration.
Life is the sum of experiences,
That we encounter as we go through every day and every second.
Life is awesome.
So awesome, that people on earth can’t believe what we see.
She would love to know the time of night that the life in her heart walked away
Standing on a hill
Feels like I am queen of the world
The city lights dance before my innocent eyes
The whispers that float to my ears
You are beautiful
The world is beautiful
If only we could see
Danny DeNicola
7/21/15
Everything is awesome poem scholarship
Corruption uses those faces
Beautiful faces
Have control in reality and illusion
Spawning death everywhere
We need those pretty faces
That inspire and hypnotize
The more you live to love and give, the better off you'll beInstead of living more to take and "What's in it for me."Though looking out for number one may guarantee survival
Diseases are taking overAnd sicknesses have prevailedIn this chemical world of oursMan playing God has failed.And it's not just the pills we takeBut the chemicals in our stuff
The furious sunflower grewup and out fromthe moronic cliffin adversarial passiondespising the repressionto bloom in magnificent effulgenceagainst the odds of austerity.
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
You can be stoic or Mesozoic,Euphoric or prehistoric,A philosophic sage orA hot tropic age yetThe fossils of your past,In the striations of your heart,Unveil the truth at last—
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
I like the poems of yesteryearThe poems of ‘twas, and yon, and ere,The poems whose ol’ archaic tongueWas in its prime, and lo, e’er young.Their tales were spun of days of yore
Mary had a rack of lambBasting oh so slowAnd everywhere that Mary wentThe rotisserie would goFlocks began to wane and thinThis Mary was a gluttonAnd everywhere that Mary went
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
Love blooms like pretty eyelashesunsuspecting fly landsvicious Venus snaps her preyrips him to shredssucks him dryheartlessa carnivorous plant!
.
Peel off my layersas we flip through feelingslike perusing some brain file.You're so indiscriminatewith your oh-so-inconsequentialattitude seething mythical fury.When real love flees
He told me if I want change I have to be the change.Anything else is insanity.I just wanted four quarters for my dollar.
.
Like some monument to comfortyou shirk dutyyoustroll the reckless streetson some shapely saunter throughthe pages of a mystery novelyouwindow shop for marvels
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
In cold varietal fashionWith stone-faced disregardShe sashays the runway of hungry eyesWith a made up heartAnd painted faceExposed to all in frilly laceThe cover under where she'll hide
He stared at the mirror untilhis reflection moved differentthus revealing his enemythis doppelganger hiddenbehind his dresser glass.He punched—shattered itscattering this entity into
There was a fundamental disconnectas he thrust out his hand to shakemine and missed three feet wide.One eye looked off left and the otherseemed to stare right through me.
I saunter throughthe vibrant copseto absorbI becomeverdantI ama treeplantedby the rivers ofliving waters.
.
...Listen It is when immersed in a moment of silence that all the universe breaks forth in song and I a recipient simply sit in awe of the wondrous symphonic orchestrations
Gathered together from greatest to poorest thickets and meadows, a lush mighty forest. Peace and great solace amidst the strong trees broad leaf and fine needle they sway in the breeze.
The rustic life, pastoral scenes, the basis of idyllic dreams the simple ways of nature come, its harmony in total sum. These country settings, warm and real,
I felt the burly city too,Of brick and horns and sirens,Of rusty metal and broken glass,Of monolithic stone reachingFor the underside of space,And despite the raw strength of it all
He thought he shared the universe with all;Heard many voices in response remandAn inundation—words unlike his call,From the desert-bare cliff across the sand.Some morning from the parched and thirsty ground
They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent mineralitycompounding the granite wall
It’s up to us to make it workbut how can weif death holds sway?And yet I still say:no, waitone minute now, shut your eyessee it therein your mind’s eyeshining from afar
No hawk ever spoke onthermodynamicsyet they soar on columns of air—Sometimes I see the pillars in the sky(a colonnade of winds)I enter in at the palace gate.
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So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
In the parched places I pausedfor a cool refreshing draft and found myselfdown to my last drop but you were thereto give me drink to energize me
Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
I LookedI looked for lifeon a dusty trailkicking a rock for milesand I saw a shooting star.I looked for lifeup in the skywatched the birds soarand saw shapes in the clouds.
Me, myself anda piece of paperdecided to take onthe world.And so I wrote upon itsent it forthlet it fly freeout my window.I heard talk of it a year later
So many photos that compliment your curves
until I compliment your curves..
"Swerve" you say
I've somehow fallen into a pool of not acknowledging your worth..
An earthquake in Nepal
leveled cities.
A crisis in Greece
Collapsed an economy.
A war against terror
Terrorized thousands.
Disasters all over
the world.
But we fight
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell
Shades and tainted images hide well
The blemishes and marks that always dwell
Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises.
Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.
All drifting in the wind
The soft sweep
Of … my life.
Nothings gonna change my world
But then you came along
Nothings gonna change my world
You broke my heart
And changed my world
I wasn't the only one playing dress-up
I ventured into my mother's closet
And entered a new world
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
World Joy
What would the world be like if we
Only thought of the well being of others
Relied more on our friends
Loved our family more
Did more with the life handed to us
No one has time,
But there's always time
To complain.
No one sees,
But they do.
No one cares
In this world
We once called home.
I only know
What I've been told,
10:56pm
Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown.
its 10:56 and im numb.
not too long ago i got my phone taken away,
and just let me something about that.
There is darkness abound in these halls
Shadows, velvet black, form the surrounding walls
Light struggles vainly to pierce the ebon' folds
But the dark swallows all, in black- shrouded the fortress holds.
I sit in a room
A dark and cold room
A lifeless,
colorless,
dank room
In the corner I sit
I sit and wait
I wait for hours
From days to week
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Stop the world for a second.
Just what would you see?
You'd see the sins of our people,
but also miracles beyond belief.
Think of soldiers fighting,
all for the sake of war.
The irony of cold
Yet leaves still grow
The eyes in the sky keep on starring deeply into your signs
What more can it be?
Yet thy truthful growth of oneself turns away
Dogs don't fly,
Chickens just die,
Why try to get by,
If we are meant to die?
Are we alone on this dot?
Suspended in space,
so far from it all.
But yet we kick and moan,
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
Tears
Tears in faces
Faces of our neighbors in other nations
No women no cry
Let the tears dry, and the beauty within shine
Lend a helping hand
To our neighbors in other lands
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi.
I just wasted 5 seconds of my life.
6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I awoke to the world
One morning
Then I covered my head
And went back to my slumber
Learned my lesson
For sure
The man behind the photo is unknown
his true nature are within the pixles of a picture
his facial expression like the cover of a book
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
Shades of black collide above, jostling each other
Lines of stars bright and white, so vividly wild.
Wind sheathing our bodies with every gust,
Black leaves cascading downward into a dark swirl.
I watched a bluebird on a window sill
She sat there placid, calm, and singing.
We shared the morning sun out in the chill,
We let its rays shine down on our faces; freezing.
A filter
Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light
Changing context from wrong to right
Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
You have one heart, love as much as you can.
You have one brain, always be willing to learn.
You have one soul, be peaceful.
You have two lungs, appericate every breath you take.
If there's one phrase that's hard to say,
If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day
If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
Brought into this world full of killers
drug dealers
crooked cops
i look around and there's no one to help
a would without heroes ?
how have we survived this many years ?
they look at me and all agree
they think im a stuck up white girl
like, "she probably gets all her shit for free"
ive got blonde hair, blue eyes.
and my skintone is real white
For those who cannot see
The beauty behind every being
Each flaw that makes up a subject
Are the characteristics that make you perfect.
Why can't we get along?
Brothers
Sisters
Mothers
Fathers
We're a family
On a big planet
We all matter
Why not get along?
Why can't we get along?
Blacks
I am of flesh
I breath sin
I keep to myself
what lies within
But do express
And I'll give you notice
When storms draw near
I feel their closeness
Love one love all
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed
There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become
The crazy twirl that destincts
Who she is
The girl I was years ago is gone
The scales are perfectly balanced.
The world is a balance.
Just like the Earth itself is a balance
While a volcano erupts with boiling magma, there's an ocean out there filled with calmness
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong.
Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand seconds. They are beautiful because they are so fleeting in our minds.
Peaceful rosary,
The moon and the sky.
A tree line’s lazy lush
Screaming inside me
A microscopic colony
Quiet vitality
I don’t know how
The world got so beautiful
Dreams can be BIG!
Dreams can be small.
Some can be short,
Or very, very, tall.
For young and old,
For the brave and bold.
For every boy,
And every girl.
Let's all dream very BIG!
Time.
Night fades away, as the sun warms the air,
The voices are still, and the air is thinner today.
Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.
“You walk funny.”
These words have plagued my school experience.
No one knows the reason behind this walk,
They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
Too short a time
to get to know you
Falling falling
I kept on
Falling
So different yet so the same
We could have sailed the world together
You'd be the captain
and I your first mate
What if the world was a box
And we were trapped inside
What if it’s shut-up with locks
On each and every side
How do we escape
Does anyone know
How do we escape
This never ending show
Im feeling all the fears
I feel dead inside
I need a pen and paper
and a thing of cyanide
What is a miracle?
Most people never experience them because they are to naive to understand them
I am the boy named Koid
The boy who loves the world around him
the tv he watches,
the video games he plays,
the family he loves,
the boy goes online a lot, he finds a whole universe.
What if smiles were traded like currency?
Service with a smile is a requisite
Not a nicety
Government bailouts
Would nevermore distribute unevenly
Vibes are consistent
Zeal is flourishing
Let your fingers explore the wonderful
crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders,
paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips
smile at the notion that they can “see”
about four billion years ago
a tiny speck appeared
how it got here, nobody knows
but this speck was quite weird
water and soil floated on top
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
There would be ultimate peace
among each and all countries,
among individuals.
In my perfect little world.
There would be no crimes instead
continuous laughter would
crazy
that a 14 year old is
too young to make choices
but old enough to take responsibility
crazy
that a 15 year old is
not able to control his tongue
All I did was love you
While you snuck out and gave your love to another
But all she wanted was your money
And now look who's the sucker
After you made me sign that waiver
Wishing upon peace,
hoping no one sees me,
Taking a deep breath,
hoping no one hears me,
Walking through school campus vastly,
having fear of being stopped,
Smiling, but speaking no words,
What has happened to our world?
Yes that's not the most creative line ever but seriously, what
happened?
What happened to respect or manners?
What happened to loving your neighbor?
Even though I'm freckled and thick
Even though I'm blind and poor
Even though I'm short and white
Your words don't hurt me anymore
I've come to learn what it's all about
They say there's no such thing as perfect
But I happen to know that talk is cheap
Flawless is the best thing to be
To be who I am I must accept who I am
Flawless is just an act that lays beneath
We sore we fly, we fly into the future, present, and past.
As a baby is born new, smooth, and warm
Time
Night fades away, as the sun warms the air.
The voices are still , the air is thinner today.
Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.
This world is so full of hate,
so full of pain.
People starve and go hungry,
People war and die,
Between Creation and Destruction
Lies creature, creed, cure, cry
Desire, despair, and danger.
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
There is a lot of flaw
In an adolescent girl
Leading a women’s ministry,
Judged by the world.
There is a lot of sadness
In an adolescent girl
Motivating others,
Smiling at the world.
You can't see it but insults are weapons, actual weapons. Everydaycitizens use these weapons we were born with to harm other people.Wake up, words hurt. We, the people, we have been trained, and, we
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see
A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty.
I struggled with my relationship with my family.
Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
We live in a world where
we accept lies
and deny truths
A Female accepts lying
she ends up crying
her soul is dying
letting the pain stay
Stop it
I'm sorry kids
But yes,
There's no afterlife
And we will die
You wonder why
I did this
Melted ice caps and
Starved kids
As if
Because I know
I can tell you
i feel trapped
secluded
like in a closed box
i look around
faces all around me
passing me by
forgetting im here
i yell and scream
but no one stops
Growing up,
I wanted to fulfill my parents dreams.
Be a doctor, become a suregon.
I wanted all that and then some.
I wanted to go into the military,
and attach fallen limbs.
No matter big or small
I look to change it all
The fuel we use in cars
The rocket ships to Mars
You say it can't be done
Yet I know I'll be the one
To make the fastest plane
I'm on top of the world he said
in the next breath,
he proclaimed, That we all fall.
Its kind of funny how we're all taught,
how we all bought into the lies that we all sought.
In the world,
Love is lost,
Hearts are broken,
Along with bones and spirits,
People die,
People cry,
People cheat,
And people lie,
Men are murderers,
While poverty is persistent,
We've got the world in our open hands.
With just a tap of finger, we've accessed the Web.
This dimensional universe of knowledge
that contains the world.
Everyone sees the world,
but how exactly do we see it?
That person sees starving Africans,
this person sees people who never had a chance.
That person sees a homeless man,
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
These hands, that you once held
I gave away to the wind
because at least they know how to hold something
Adrenaline I want the most pure and enlighteningrush of adrenaline any human could ever experience.But how?
Do you ever look up at the night sky
And wonder why we are here?
This world is full of beauty you can't deny,
And there's nothing to fear.
We work hard each and every day
To provide for our family.
Hope.
It runs deep.
Deeper than any mineshaft,
Tunnel or crevice within the world.
Versatile, yet universal to all.
It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate
Or assimilate.
Hope is…
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
Foreward: Below is an account of my actions and feelings upon learning the loss of a friend.
Everyday is a living day
As i see people come and go by
For some people is tragedy
For some others is heaven
Twenty-two seven,
Wandering in the streets
Writing my life on these sheets
7 billion people in the world as of today
Asians, Africans, Europeans, we got it each and every way
What makes us different? The color of our skin or how we look?
What explains the difference among differences?
My mind troubled by the puzzle
A maze in which chaos makes sense
Differences more acceptable than others
Lost, tumbled, shaken, and forgotten
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
Pick a path he said.
I was surprised by the suddenness
Of all of the things he seems to know
To love
To cherish
I love how people do that.
A dark room. I lie alone.
Non-existent until this moment.
Darkness blinds my open eyes.
To me, my world is what I see.
I flip over. I turn around.
The thing that gets me confused is when i see us being used
Not from our counterparts but from the things we do
Never good but bad it seems we strive for nothing far
But rather just for the most veiws on WorldStar
Usually things pop up in my mind
But suddenly they disappear through time
I always think I know what I want
But sometime I don't
I'm young, confused, and alone
What do you expect coming from a youngan
if only everyone knew
if only everyone had their experiences
if only everyone understood
if only, if only.
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync
" She lies! She lies! "
But she only tells the truth
She is only but a youth
Every Friday and Saturday
You go and drink
You go and dance
You go and loose your mind
Being far from home
Far from rules
Far from reality
Far from truth
I watched her as she faded away.
She may not have noticed,
But I did.
Her face hollow,
Her eyes blank,
Her hands so fragile and small.
It is with a heavy heart that I am writing this to you.
I want to start off by saying I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for allowing misconceptions to seep into your mind,
Destroying your future.
Ignorance is the new world powerThey say they give us education but feed us from a spoon coated in arsenic
Governments claim they want what is best for their country
We're brainwashed so we will cower
I wanna watch the whole world burn down!
I wanna see everybody suffer and die!
Watch their bodies turn black and crisp,
watch them shrivel up and turn to dust.
Fun Things and Happy Things
Can you really leave these behind?
Even if you can, can you keep loving this place?
Can you keep loving yourself?
Sad things and frightening things
You want to leave those behind.
You wanna know what makes me tick?
A world that doesn't care for the sick.
You wanna know what angers me more?
A world that elevates the rich
and completgely ignores the poor.
Broken down and abundant
hope contaminates the air
choking the fulfillment of the undeserved
knocked out unconscious on the side of a curve
racing through the rain lies an unsteady heartbeat
Why is the world filled with so much hate?
Everyday it's something different.
- some teenager's getting raped
- drugs
- alcohol
- gangs
Your eyes so beautiful,
Reminding me of a warm mocha coffee on a chilly, cold day,
Your smile so radiant,
Perched on a hill
Humble with nature's best
Provider
Observed
Tranquilizer
Keeps me sane.
No human element can toch thee.
Stationary, revolved around all seasons.
baby i could care less
you stole my heart and tied it up
now i want it back cause ive had enough
you stole my heart and hold it lock and key
thats okay though cant take me from me
baby i could care less
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
We wake up everyday
Some in joy, Some in pain
We've all experienced the hurt
But still we have the nerve
To avert our eyes at every homeless man we see
To witness a crime
And say we dont have time..
I want to reach up and touch the tip
Of the tallest tree on the tallest hill
And maybe then I'll get a look
At all the world and have my fill
Of forests and mountains
Of lakes and streams
look up at the sky, what do you see?
a big crescent moon facing straight towards me
its big, its bright, its so pretty
She takes flight.
All the light in those babydoll eyes.
Broken.
Soars away from these hardships.
Tender hands burned.
In this seemingly painless discuise.
Don't leave me in the darkness.
Explode into the world, leaving your inhibitions in the dancing wind.
Your comfort zone is a place to forget and leave behind, for outside of it greater things are accomplished.
Sick and blind
All of mankind
Twisted and strange
A world that’s deranged
Oh what a twisted world
Scary and Crazed
A vision that’s hazed
I love Tokyo so much
As a child I would watch anime.
Pretend that I was a marital artist
living in the Hot Springs.
Tokyo is where my dreams were born
My imagination and my love for adventure began.
I write for you.
The one who is always on my mind,
The one who always seems so close.
I write for you.
My love, my one, my only,
My life, my drive, my soul.
I write for you.
Can I make everything rewind
Back in time
When everything was once fine
And make all of these new thoughts collapse?
I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
The world buries problems underground
With no hesitation it takes
While we walk over the mound
All the problems the world makes
Problems look better in pitch black night
Through blurry eyes she views the beauty of the world, yet those who see clear see an abyss of nothing.
I was walking through school during lunch one day
when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying
"I just don't understand it,"
and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
The World Around Us
Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays,
As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
The world does not revolve around you
If so then the sun would shoot down like rain on a window pane
Tap Tap Tapping on your skin until you blister and boil
Oh such pain that i'll never know
There are two people considered important in the American Society
Students and workers
Because who are unemployed and uneducated?
Who cares?
Students and workers
Students are in schools
Workers in offices
I am the poet, madder red
The odd accumulation of odds and ends.
Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver
My worth is determined by the words I'm giving.
But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
If I could choose just one job where would I even start?
I'm told that happiness and love is but endorphins in a brain
And yet I feel it rushing through my heart
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.
Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
What's it gonna take?
To show this world what's right from wrong
My hearts about to break
Because this has been going on for too long
We need a cure, not for the sick
But for the evil
The dude on the news going on about all the world
but we do not really care its all about "me me me"
when kids in schools cant believe in themselves
creating all the heartless hate
The sun shines bright upon the snow the land a white expanse
The wintry air is brisk, yet still, the lake frozen and vast
He takes her up in his arms, and they turn to a music only they can hear
We hear about problems,
All over our world,
How there are
bombings,
shootings,
And deaths allured.
What people forget,
Is how this all began,
With hatred that came,
Acceptance is key
labels have become a necessity
and now they determine our worth
whether it's skin color, your hometown
even your choice of clothes or your choice of faith
Acceptance is key
The world needs children
the smile with missing teeth
the mouth full of food
the arms dancing when you laughs
Have you ever considered the mind of a fish?
Whether he laments his glass imprsonment
And dreams of swimming in the ocean?
Have you ever pondered the state of a house?
What Would You Change…
If you had the power to change anything what would it be?
Your hair,
Your name,
welcome to the world, baby
see the light of the sun in the sky?
but theres some things you must hear now...
were not to different, you and i.
welcome to your life, baby
The clock is ticking.
The world is slipping
into a state of decay.
Our parents won't see it,
"Here you go"
They said.
"Here is your little bundle of joy"
Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past.
At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts.
I couldnt help it.
I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight.
But now I’m afraid of losing my mind.
The world is beyond crazy, I find.
I turn around and see my life in hindsight,
A shaded memory, a darkened twilight.
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Tell me Sterling, what is "change?"
" A verb; to make or become different.
Whether it be yourself
Not many know me
Nor do they know my past
Naive describes those who know only my top layer
But when one comes truely
When one comes with respect
They will come to love me as I will to them
Inspiration
Where does it come from?
Echos believe it comes from the places we've been.
Whispers believe it comes from the things we have seen.
All I know is that it comes to us in slow waves.
Just like the stars, we'll dissolve into a thousand ashes
Pieces staying behind for all eternity
Just like the stars, we hold the light
The light for which only shines to seem like a mere second
That light is ours
There's something to be said about self-expression
About everyone knowing who you are
Without you having to tell them
In a world where you are one
Of 7 billion people
It's easy to feel lost.
Hand a dollar to your neighbor if she's ever in needShare a smile with a stranger when his endeavours succeedTake a cloud from the storm and make the lonely a new friend
Too often girls hear the word NO.
NO you can't go to school- you're not allowed
NO you can't get a job- it's not in our culture
NO you can't leave the house- it is too dangerous
But I WANT to go to school
I bet you anything
That no one would say
That one day
The wish to work for a job with no pay.
Let me just tell you
I would.
What's money anyway?
Its just a way
Heavy and smudged sky,
and drops on the window.
My brain pulses,
and my heart swells.
It weighs down on the space between
morals and the vices of feeling.
what MY dream job means to MEMY dream job in America no one takes seriousy
I look around and see more phones
Than books in the classroom.
I see people worrying about bets
When there is an eminent war.
I see thinking diminished
And common sense thrown out of mind.
ending it all horribly.
brought down,
Our world will be in ruins
If there isn't anyone,
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,
The world is a monstrocity, we manage to survive.
Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,
My future
In my mind, my future is filled with success
In my mind, my future is not filled with disappointment
But, that is simply impossible
The future is unpredictable
There is no better race,
Everyone is of equal taste
In the eyes of God.
It doesn't matter what you are.
Asian or hispanic,
White or black,
People are all the same.
Humans are the dominant species
Creating buildings that penetrate skies,
And having every artificial and natural luxury
From this, our evils arise…
Entitlement
Selfishness
Disregard
Hate.
So much beauty everywhere
It is winter melting into spring
The cars, bikes, and trains
Make music outside my city window
It is gray now
Fluctuating between waves of warmth
And bitter, biting cold
To the poet who uses words to explore,
to you who thinks you know more,
you manipulate a bondage of words to stage,
I the historial who studies the past,
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green
Flags are nothing but color.
Caucasian, Indian, Islander, African
Skin is not the issue in particular.
Trans, Gay, Straight, Bi
We are all the same.
Racism.
It's such a strong word,
A prevelant issue,
Something that separates,
Discriminates.
It leads to wars.
It does not love.
It is an unjust system.
It hurts.
If you could ask for one thing, what would it be?
That was the question asked.
Well, I'd pull out my magic lamp and call upon my genie,
The world we live in,
So full of hate.
The world we live in,
Plummeting at such a rate.
We must stand for what we believe in,
Recognize the important things.
Dreams seem hopeless
When you have doubt.
When you think there's no way out.
So please, hear me out.
This is what I would do.
Changing the world,
It's like polishing a pearl.
What would I change ?
The world....
so that children would be fed
hate would be dead
and love can wed
so that promises could be kept
and tears wouldn't be wept
but where dream's leapt
From the day you were born,
you've been feeling vile scorn,
for the future they say is so bright.
The school that you stay in,
The church that you pray in,
Just trying to snuff out the light.
Imagine a world with no color
How dull our lives will be
Every moment the sky gray
That’s not the way
Our dreams won’t be dreams
We will wake up with screams
Because a world with no color
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Who can save us?
A starving world,
9 billion strong.
Or rather 9 billion weak.
Bony, worn, and sunken children
Countered by pink slime cheeseburgers
When the ground shook beneath her,
she held her balance.
When that very ground cracked,
she didn't loose a step.
And when she thought her world was caving in,
she smiled at the thought of new beginnings.
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
Two eight-year-old boys meet.
One of ebony skin,
One of cream.
After hours of frog-catching at the park,
Their fathers see, and take them apart.
Why can't we be friends?
I sit at night, watching the stars
Dreaming of a world without scars
No hate or frears
No war or tears
A world where no one lies
A world where no one dies
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
How could you easily let go
the one thing you said you love
without a protest
without a fight
and leave it there broken
walking away.
You say it hurt you to release your grasp
Can I show you the world baby?
Its really not what it seems,
Apples are just money on trees,
And pollution shares the daily breeze,
Can I show you the world baby?
In this world we call Earth,
There are many things that need to change.
Homelessness and discrimination
Are just a couple to name.
Narrow minded people
Should just mind their own business
At the sound of an alarm,
We wake!
At the smell of a brew,
We wake!
At the turn of a key
We move!
On our path to fortune,
We dream,
Yet, at the sight of the homeless child,
People walk to work like they are alonethe youth shrug their shoulders, take a drag, and it passessleep in a city of millions, never knowing anyone.outside, every thing you hear you have already heard,
Why is the sky blue?
Let's make it purple.
Why is the grass green?
Color it blue.
Why do humans have such beastly attitudes?
Put a smile on their face.
Loving your job
Isn't so simple.
Especially in this culture
Where we're taught to just sell out
Our gifts and our talents.
Quick choose: money or passion.
They don't always go hand in hand,
If I could change anything it'd be the world. If I could change the world I'd make it a better place. If I could change the world I'd benefit the entire human race.
In a world full of hate and despair,
there may be times we feel nothing can compare,
where it seems to be, beyond repair.
In a world that's cold, and no sense of right,
The world is tough,
The world is prideful,
The world is rich,
The world is flashy,
The world is glamourous,
But I am not like the world.
The world is sleezy,
The world is hard,
Where is the love in this world so cold?
Has compassion died off with those who are old?
Has the ghost of the heart flown away?
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
If I could change the World
It would be for the Better
No more hurt ,no more pain,
No more war, or breakups
No more crying, No more Death
People would see who they are
Girls would like themselves
The world has too many flaws
But these flaws only come from us
Most people don’t care
They don’t think they can make a change
But we are greater than politicians
We are a family
“YOLO!”-- hold on sorry.......YOWO! Now what exactly can I sway, if I may?
through video or paper -- which matter, which way?
To release many thoughts, through frames per second, no way
There once was a world that was darkBut in one girl there was a small light.This girl was able to leave a mark
Don't ever give up.
Where would we be if Abraham Lincoln didn't end slavery, fixing humanity as if it's a broken cup?
Illness and diseases...
Hurt and suffering...
Abuse and murders.
They, and more, keep happening.
Every day and everywhere.
We can try to avoid it
but we certainly cannot go too far
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
Much deeper than flesh
Being myself is complex
Everyday improving my thought process
Life only gives one promise
Can’t tell you where I’m going based off places that I’ve been
It ran away some time ago, or perhaps it was stolen.
Not by a man, a drug, or a mix of the two.
It was stolen by the world.
I will join your herd
Although your vision is blurred
Soon you will be subdued
This world is very crude
But I will struggle on
And I cannot wait until dawn
And so I felt
This whole system melt
This world is spinning out of control
The doubts are coming over me
pulling me no where but down.
The society's perfections
got me questioning my complexions.
As I write this
I am sitting in my world...
It is where I always like to be
When thoughts are flowing
This place makes me aware that I am finite
It is here that troubles diminish for me.
There are worlds beyond the tips of my fingers—
Ones that I can barely brush.
Built of thumbprints and slant faces and closed mouths,
Withholding what is never be spoken of.
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
If someone ever comes to up me
With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth,
With the lame pick-up line:
Is it me that I would change?
Or is it the world and its evilness?
My qualities go beyond range
But this world...it has no sense of friendliness
I must admit I am a little strange
Can't you see that times have changed?People move on but you're still the same?Everyones got their own lives nowDo you even know where you're going?
TIMES HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD
Hidden Lies
The present is cheap,
The future looks bleak.
An image of solace,
Is all the eyes meet.
In reality, it is a downfall.
The world can be simply defined
One day
when we were young
Owen asked me,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I want to be an astronaut.
It’d be so cool to go into outer space
I am told I should not fear Perfection-
I should not fear it- for I will never reach it.
colors of the World are painted about Her
Searching back with open eyes-
She cries into the nightAs she heads for the skyHer face is full of PainShe has nothing to gain. She cries herself to sleep
What is difference?
Why does society dislike the different?
Who is to say what is differrent?
No one is the same
Yet, we all want to be like someone else
No one is equal
yet everyone is equal.
When the winds ice your cheek
And the pedals are at work,
You look to the world around you
And you wear a gentle smirk.
The leaves are racing along the road
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
He called her ugly.
He believes she is ugly.
He hurts her.
He is ugly.
She is beautiful.
She is strong.
She loved him.
He is ugly.
I live in the same place I was born.
A small circle of protection,
preserved on every side by a cliff or mountain.
It’s a mystifying place,
It's seen in her eyes the beauty and danger of this world.
Full of love, full of hurts.
And everything in between.
Thought she knew what life meant but life is just a tempt.
Full of truth, full of lies.
Education will cure the cause of hate.
Everyone should try to inform the rest.
We can try to erase ignorance from the worlds full slate.
Then we can really address the real cause of this mess.
People may walk by
But it doesn't mean you have to.
When someone is in need
It is the time to distiguish yourself.
The little difference to helping to not
Will make you the better person in this world.
Mine eyes have seen the coming
the comming of many things,
But as things pass by my eyes
they become many goings.
My feet know many back allies
that have kept me off my trail.
A sea away,
Endlessly long days,
No sleep at night,
A few fights,
Plenty of giggles
New food that jiggles,
Chance of a lifetime,
Cost way more than a dime,
Want to go back,
The world is round, there is no denying, you can sit on the ground and keep smiling, while everything around you is quickly dying.
His past scares me
but i like it
He could get me into trouble
i'll get myself into trol anyway so whats new?
Life, an ever living being with endless possibilities,
we grow to live and accomplish goals we wish to acheive
as this world we pollute, dies with us,
as our selves die aside our cells.
Day by day
We wake up
What do we say?
Day by day
We get out of bed
All the words we say
Are just made up in our head
Day by day
We paint a picture of ourselves
I'm enveloped in the black abyss of nothingness,
I can see everyone else up on the surface but I'm still stuck below,
here alone, I can see everyone is trying to help me out,
What is this we call home?
Compressed, disstressed, in a dome.
The mind,
Losing time.
Don't even know; but we're intellegent.
Pseudobenevolent.
Give to get back;
Give in to riff-raff
The home of a traveler
Is not really a home,
But more of a way of life.
The home can be furnished nicely
With a chipper mood and a broad smile.
The furniture is all in place
I realize it is this skin!
For some unspoken words it is this skin
Does it bare a mark of ancestral sin?
How when they built this country on their bakcs and tears and blood.
As if their concentration camps weren't enough,
Now they have to shove big guns in our faces.
They do not care if we cry,
They do not care if we die.
All they care about is extinguishing our religion and race.
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
Most of us believe that we are free,
But in reality, we are nothing more than a working bee.
Most of us believe that the system is fair,
But in reality, its only causing us pain.
Imagination, set me free
Take me far from here
Set me high up in a tree
Give me the chance to disappear
I’m going to swim across the sea
I wanna fly high off the ground
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to nationswhat a gift God gave us for ages and ages
If only we could put the lonely girl with the lonely boy
Fix the hurt
Make the used feel less like a toy
…………………………………………………………………..
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
You breathe
Yet, nothing comes out
You bleed
Yet, never die
To tumble into a world of pure sorrow
Is worse of a fate than chaos
The screams we once held are no more
Teach us to think.
Not on what to think, but on how.
Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application.
Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
What used to seem so bright
Is now slowly losing its light
I'm losing it in the shadow of this big world.
I used to dream of success
I used to dream of fame
As you March through this life,
Your steps are forever traced-
Legends- are left behind
Precious Memories,
are scattered-
throughout this earth.
Beauty is created on its face.
Colors swirling into a symphony,
Creating beauty where there is none found.
All emotions are held beneath the tip,
As it glides across this vast unknown.
As we discover how complex our Universe is we
should remember how simple it once was
The world gives me absolutely everything
Life, Love, Friends, School, Laughter, Death, Sadness, Happiness
My list can go on for days
The final destination for everything,
to you,
is in your head.
Your definition for every word,
your feelings of every object,
your knowledge of geography,
There comes a time in life when -
you realize that you cant trust anybody.
At first you felt loved -
and then you were betrayed.
Your life spins
and everything you thought you knew -
is now a lie.
Most of you think that we dont belong to a world like yours.
That we should go back, and never come back.
Most of you think that we dont have the right to be free, to work and to talk, like you do.
Life could be serene and peaceful
Like the waves of the ocean.
Everyday activities could be graceful
Like the waterfalls.
People could be one family
A world so great, a world so big,
Forgets the people so small and weak.
Open your eyes,
Look around.
Open your ears,
Hear their cries.
Open your heart,
Stop the injustice,
Darkness is a cloak of shelter.
Ending the day's noise,
And so forth the day's chapter.
Darkness is everywhere,
Whether it's a shadow,
Or a feeling you can't share, nor bear.
Run, run, run
as fast as we can
We can't stop the rhythm
echoing in our hearts and hands
our feet and soul they must fly
We cannot deny
the sparks that live than die
Jump, jump, jump
Deep within the forest, inside the pine tree’s heart,
Run the dearest of children to their own land set apart,
The sun on the dirt, the trail well known,
But to all who thread it a question is thrown,
What could the world be, if it were up to me?
A neverceasing green, full of lakes and streams?
No sad tears and no angry frowns,
No warring nations and no frightening sounds
They dont placate children with sugar,
spice,
and everything nice
anymore.
We Just accept what gives
and nod our heads to the insufficency of the world.
They put them in easy-bake ovens
I love you
I'm starting to think i always will.
I gotta admit
when i'm with you
my heart and the world
both stop and stand still.
What is the world just stopped turning?
I may just give up.
What if the world gave up?
I could let everything go.
What if the world let everything go?
I would feel very scared.
The aperture of existence surged into the void of her happiness
And the smiling sun extracted the life from her pallor flesh
Daffodils danced as she traversed the ashen river of though
In the end we are nothing but bones-
it’s funny how death and time
ride a tandem bicycle
(time always steers-
as impatient as always-
death always pedals-
ever present-)
Keep your eyes shining
Keep yourself locked away
Look for the silver lining
say what they want you to say
Diversity: we are all different
Diversity: we are all individual
Without Diversity we’d be the same
Everyone would like only vanilla ice cream
Looking around. Biting lip. Sickness whirls into your stomach. Nausea hits you out of nowhere. Palms sweat. All of a sudden it feels unbearable to just stay still. You have to move. You have to escape. But you can't.
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
Did we ask to be born into a world of such scorn,
They would surely mourn for the the old ideals,
Since those are no more,
This is a new world, a much more flawed world, but freer,
Teach a girlNo doubt, she is diamond-beautifulInside and out,Because God created herWith a purpose.Break the curse,To crush deadThe tiny mocking voicesIn her head
What if no one ever tried, or if no one was inspired?
What if no one ever created, or if no one ever desired?
Where would this world be?
You think you can change the world.You cannot.The best you can do is change yourself.Change yourself so dramatically,that the world will look at youand want to change,and change because of you.you did not change the worldyou helped the world chang
Why do I write poetry?
Because it gives me hope.
It serves as a flame to light my way.
Because in a world of problems,
Of lies and fear,
Of war and famine,
I can control fate.
I cannot make flowers growin the parts of myself I don't take enough care oflike my mindand my heart.
I cannot repair those who are brokenand I cannot healthose who hurt.
Darkened skies, and places of dismayViolence, deaths are the best way to describe todayMalevolent personalities and families that strayHomeless people, jobless people, tend to struggle everyday
Dear World
Where you have to pay extra not to have chemicals in your food
Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment
Where Nicki Minaj's butt has more hits than Mahatma Ghandi
To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.To write, is to release… everything.
From my eyes, I see a world of wonder.
A place filled with young day dreamers;
A place filled with possibilities.
It’s a world that shines in the sunlight,
Yet you can only see the reality.
Social society deems me imperfect – just another product went defective
I try to ignore the pressure but the cover of the magazine holds me captive
Yet here we are in our Photoshop world with our newly made disguise
Time passes us by
we all forget to see, the world as it was intended
when we first breathed. So innocent and pure
our eyes were in that first light, Has
transitioned to the hate and societal wars between people
When I was born, I stood on the shotgun seat.
Danger was a challenge best met naïve.
My dad told me, “Sit down or you’ll get hurt.”
I am like the dark.
A vast, intricate enigma.
Everybody can see that I’m there.
Some people choose to embrace me. I do not seek, but lie in wait.
Few people can understand some of me, some of what I hold.
Around the world,
We question and uncover,
To explore and experience through and through,
For tomorrow is here,
and today is gone by
How has it been?
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over.
Why do I try?
Taking in everything that's happened,
How do I forget?
It'll blow over and everything will seem fine,
For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
When I was younger
I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word
My teacher would always call on me
How are feelings expressed? Through words? Through voice? Just one sound or one word can illuminate ones heart,
it grows and becomes a never ending cycle. It continues to grow until it spreads across the world like a wildfire,
I ask myself "who do you want to be?"/
Be the best emcee making hella money?/
Or become the lyricist who can make a few funnies/
Act like a dummy but impress with my cunning/
My vocab isn’t that great/
What has this world come to? People too involved with themselves or should I say vain ... over consumed
Using others just to get by or too pretentious to just be themselves, flaws and all ... and not hide
World without hate
Is one without fright
One where the darkness
Is diminished by the light
One where all people
Are happy at peace
And discrimination
Has finally ceased
The sea shimmers like sunlight on chrome
Loud crashing waves and soft silky sand are my living room
The beach is the place I call home
My home is unlike the old empire of Rome
It was a question that plagued me even in my dreams and begged for a reply
Why haven’t we changed?
Obscure, it seemed it was, when a stranger approached me
Appearance, they couldn't do much.
Battered clothes hang off the shoulders of them.
Conquering the battles of the homeless people was my mission.
Dead people walking is what they seem to be.
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
I
Invent the non-existent
Realize the reality of the unreal
Imagine the unimaginable
Read an unwritten story
I create
Accept the possibility of the impossible
Expect the unexpected
As a little girl, I wonder what I will be.
Too many troubles, but all I can do is be me.
Negativity is all I see.
And I wonder what this world will be.
Where Life Takes us, is up to me.
The world before me
Is dark and dangerous
What lies ahead
Is foreign and uncertain
I write on paper
What I am unsure of
So that maybe my words
Can guide me to answers
Pondering with my eyes closed,
As The raindrops tap against my window.
These droplets coming faster,
Its coming down hard.
These droplets must be the tears of God.
War is a terrible monster,
it devours everything in its path,
and leaves only destruction and ruin behind.
War is like a spider,
it waits for countries to become ensnared
(First time recording from probably a year ago... Flow is to be tampered with still and an ending is still debated.)
I held your hand when your daddy left
you held my hand when Rebecca died
Neither one of us ever had it any better
Here is a word, or maybe some more
I guarantee, simple is bold
We see the unseen
And feel the signals
The signals of heart
But there are choices
Choices to be made
What is Beauty?
Is it what your face holds
Or is it skin deep within our soul.
In our society
Being Thin is in
Lighter Skin
and other countless things.
What happens to the other girls
I dream of a perfect world another world,
Where children don’t go hungry,
Where all people have a say in the government.
Where simple medicines are provided to the ill,
I'm living in a world that doesn't exist!
A world that is fragile, a world that's a game;
It can always start over.
No one ever dies to stay dead,
But to be reincarnated a few seconds later.
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
Sunlight burns through large, green treesCars begin to replace all the beesOnly thing living is people like meAs a breathe is inhaled in this great city.
What does writing mean to me?
It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees.
A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind.
Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind,
You know what they say
a tiny ripple can change the day.
When scary moments pass
we know the sun will rise.
You can always see it
the slow change.
From perfectly fine
Robert Belano once said:“For a long time, I stopped existing.”And the pages of a blank book,Brought me back from the deadAs I scrawled SanskritAgainst the sands of an hourglassWhat I was searching for-
So God made the birds and the bees
He made these trees
He made you and me.
Not for all of us the destroy and tear them down.
We say we're big and bad, walking around like we own the place.
In a world full of pain and fear she finds peace
In a world full of darkness and cold she finds light and warmth
In a world full of despair she finds faith
She knows not of the life outside this dark room
The world around me is like a prison
Capturing the demons that live within it
Torturing their bodies, invading their souls
Held captive, waiting to be freed
Confined to their life
This World We're In Full of fear of the end There are some who seek For the greater good- But can great be misunderstood This World We're In Full of love and enjoyment A house for my family, is money well spent And those who tend to live forever..
Hit the floor running, that's what they say
But there's only so far you can run
In this bricked up place with these
tiled floors filled with sickness, sad-
ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
Sorrow, Emotions that travel through each human being as we face triumph and hardships in our lives,
a world full of confusion as every young professional tries to thrive.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
Who am I?
I am the shelter for him and her
I am Mother Nature
Man cut down my trees
Woman however use me for a decoration
Flowers are pretty but they are meant to grow
Burning bridges
Cigarette light
Charcoal ashes
Acid rain
Do you watch as the world burns?Would you dare not care of the void that litters this earth?
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
The world has shut me out.
Told to never speak truths again.
My mind holds back my hearts true nature and shoves it in a corner of doubt.
My poor heart slowly becomes passive like a wild lion whipped into submission.
High school is over.
Spread your wings and discover
What your life could be.
The world’s open mouth gapes,
and swallows all those who enter.
We are all a caged animal here,
made to make this place better.
The reason we are put here,
is what we search for a shine.
Eyelashes brush on rosy cheeks
Slowly turning into yellow beaks
A feather upon a dusty pillow
Comes sweeping against a sprouting willow.
Yellow leaves by a river’s edge
Dance among the grassy ledge
As I grew older, my mind became bolder
With every touch of passion, I become clutched
I began to write when I began to reason reality, a creative formation status of my full mentality
The world is SPINNING OUT
I have no utter doubt
That history repeats itself
And its happening now.
Do you think for a moment
That this would not happen?
Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories
I don't solve the worlds mysteries
And I am not their story keeper
I am no mans scribe.
That is not my life.
I woke up today
Then woke up
Then woke up and saw a light so bright it blinded
A light So bright it burned
So bright it melted my eyes a little
So that their essence pooled and fell
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write,
When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write,
When my brethren are brutally killed I write,
To share the pain, to discover a solution,
Where we were placed
Tremendous size, yet microscopic realizations
What's a conflict thousand miles away
Transforms into a brief mention in another thousand miles away
Wrapped up, reserved, conservative
I crave to see the world.
I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure,
A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love.
The desire to travel has always clung to me.
This warm blanket I've been hiding under is unraveling.
Each little mistake and each poor decision is tugging at the strings of my once strong fabric.
The chill of winter is seeping through my quilt.
I cannot hide for long.
This world around me is shattering.
Ever so slowly
Piece by piece
They crack and fall.
To reveal something ugly
Something broken.
I know it started with a cry.
Bright light in my eyes—a breath, my parent’s sighs.
They said “welcome to the world,”
Our world.
I’d come to know it, soon enough.
To me the world began small.
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
(poems go here) As I sit back, reminisce,
and wonder why,
why I am who I am,
and my eyes become watery and I start to cry.
With the world gone to the pits,
I wonder how much worse it gets.
Most people try to call it quits,
But others use their wits.
A place, a meaning, a voice, a dream and a goal
Within the walls of this beautiful classroom,
Students learn the secrets of life day by day
They discover a little about themselves
and of the world around them.
I am expendable.
And I absolutely will not believe that
I can do great things.
I understand this may be a surprise, but
“Have faith in your abilities”
Was a lie, and
“I’ll never figure it out”
My world is damaged, my world it bleeds,
It’s been infected, corrupted, and battered to a “tee”.
It cries, it begs, it screams out of pain,
And unless something changes, it will die in vain.
I have 98 days until I’m gone
Gone from friends, gone from family, gone from home
I have 98 days to get ready
Deadlines, clothes, jobs, money
I have 98 days to think
Am I ready ? Or am I not? Can’t it just wait?
The scene unfolds with little warning
Words would have diminished its significance
The moment itself should have lasted forever
Its beauty was terrible
Passing by those I do not know
And those I wish to never know
A packed bus never fails to amuse
So much decay is put on display
Dripping from every pore
Ugly and deceptive to the core
Aware of what the future beholds,
I reach a hand out into the dark beyond.
Rising up from this earth,
Called my grave,
This translucent flesh
Rots away.
I realize I'm not alone;
Happiness brings together the heart and soul,
Flowing through like a stream or river,
How lovely a heart can be,
Shining bright and beautiful,
Like a sunrise tipping off a mountain,
It bring's joy to others,
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential.
And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain.
There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
A Child Alone
Thinking that they’re grown
But just another soul lost
Victim to the World’s Exhaust
Welcome to my world...
My world will kill your fear.
This world of mine is full of love,
Yet emptiness is near.
Have you ever been
To the land of the lost?
The place with no end?
A place of thought?
Everyone has been there.
Everyone knows.
Children want to live there.
Adults tell them no.
The idea of being awake...
Truly and spiritually awakened from the earthly slumber life puts us in.
The dim and dreary box that society puts us in.
While in reality we can change the world if only we could awaken.
Welcome to this world, this cold, cruel place,
Where violence and hurt are quick to replace.
Here are some things to which to pay mind
If, and only if, you wish to survive.
The man proclaimed he was a genius:
they scoffed and asked for proof.
He looked them straight in both their eyes, said:
"Sirs, the first from you."
Sun shines through my small window
the light drips down the walls like golden raindrops.
My eyelids flutter open,
retinas burning in the unexpected light.
I look around at the blank walls.
No detail, no color
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
In a little house, just off the main road
I lived and loved with my family.
The house was small, and often cramped,
But it was warm, with good smells and lots of smiles.
It was a house of imagination,
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
Do a lot of things first, and put God last
And I know it isn't right, I do so wrong
And I'm addicted, because I've been doing it for so long
Sometimes my mind be so far gone
The expression of the people, in this world I see
All the living conditions, they never chose to be
In such financial jams, but supposedly
Illuminati controls, and they have stolen me
One brain for admission
Two to commence the submission
Three for a laugh track
Four the media is out of whack
Bashing is on my resume
You want my soul, how much will you pay
This is my falling down story, the one where no one caught me
There’s no happily ever after, ‘cause they couldn't put us back together
I’m just a damsel in distress, turns out you’re just as helpless
Skipping lines and skipping parts
Do you know wherethebegginingstarts
Feel the constant beating of your heart.
Then all of a sudden.
It falls apart
On a small sunshine covered leaf
A little white egg rests,
Listening to the words of the wind
And waiting to begin earth’s tests.
We can teach how to attain power
Knowledge is the key
Power that can alter the world
The kind that admires change
Accepts it and soon wishes
To free the thought of tradition
Habits someday will shift
A Counsel Averting the Burning of Our World
By R. M. Otto
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left.
To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why.
Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
Our society has a crack
We have to back track because there is a lack
Kids young as ten saying F this and F that
They need to get to class and be tamed
Stop
Listen to the words that I say
Realize the stress of today
Dream for the peace of the world
and live for the youth of boys and girls
The streets often take hold ad have their way
Simple rhythms and simple rhymes
is that all I’m meant to give
to you who deserves all the tears
that I have never shed?
To them across this world of ours
who I’m sure deserve the same
In one minute
many things can happen
choices are made
deals are done
decisions are reached
and life changes irreparably
The world is dying
But they keep trying
Putting patches on the wounds but they're still crying
It's going under
This ship will plunder
It will shake and crumble by Almighty Thunder
Society, society, wherefore art thou society?
People just want to disappear
To hide in a crowded room in fear
We hide inside and under our skin
Because all people want is just to fit in
I Graduated!
High School is finally over
I am now going to college to be free
It was fun for the moment
Parties
Late nights
Drinking
Being on your own
Then exams begin to come your way
I have seen things in war, child
p l e a s e all long and
strangely broken in the middle
M o m m a
the same
I was born into a great family
When you have a family it is not always about me.
A family is about love
We all fit tight like a glove.
I just want to change someones state of mind.
Everyday brings me one step closer to being outta time.
I'm sick and tired of everyone acting like this is such a crime.
Maybe if you weren't your own enemy and had a open mind,
Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees
And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies
And see I'm scared to love a lady
I want to feel how i did that day.
in the late nights of may.
I striped of the meat of chickens.
to barbque the meats.
Then I removed the feets.
I made good late night meals.
The world is full of lies, greed, & lust;
The simplest definition of the most of us, as compilation;
We, not understanding how to be united as a people, have adopted racism;
I feel I'm falling
and even though I'm stalling
The dark abis is calling
Needing my presence
craving my essence
my will evanecence
Hollow minded schemes
keep ripping at my seams
(A poem based on telling my past self four years ago)-Does contain suggestive language
Dear freshman me:
Hey!- you yes you there blond- hair tip moron
-sighs-
Am I ready for the real world?
Time just simply flies by
Now junior, about to be senior
Have thoughts about college, but
Not ready
Not ready, to leave family
Not ready, to leave friends
To have humility is to think less
Of ourselves ‘cause we are God’s creation
Red, yellow, black, white, tell that to the press
For the races received much damnation.
Injustice is still there we need prayers
Everyone equal,
no one oppressed,
yet the world yelled
For the world
did not believe that
skin color mattered
African-American,
Can we just be Americans?
Can we just be Humans?
The world is on fire
Amongst all the lies
should we give into desire?
For what do they yearn
leaders so greedy
can they not see us burn?
Times drone of darkness and saviors
and geographical explorations
and stars who had to change their lives
because of the country's expectations
Psychology and teen fashion help
Welcome to this place
Where judgment is our game
We'll chew you up and spit you out
You'll never be the same.
He came out of nowhere a figure at night,
Tough and strong, his figure said fight.
Hesitantly I huddled behind a tall rock,
Distantly hearing the tick of a clock.
I heard him breathing, labored and tight.
Please mister president,
Listen to my plea.
There are fellows like you and me
Living on the street,
They are treated like meat.
When they have hearts and souls
Like you and me,
But it seems to be,
I was surprised. I hadn't realized how far I'd come. How selfish I'd become in the process. Only thinking about myself. I was ugly. I was fat. There was a facade put up between me and them. That's the only way they would have been my friend.
The stars are falling around us yet all i can focus on is the sine of your eyes
The floor trembling beneath us yet all i can feel is the beating of my heart
Fires encompassing us yet all i can feel is the fiery passion of my love
Fast cars, fast planes, designer jeans
You're dreamin' of fortune and fame
Complain, complain, complain
That's all we really do
That man on the corner is starving
Who knew?
At the end of the world
People will cease
To love and trust each other.
People will stop dreaming
And believing
And hoping.
And the human family
Will begin to crumble
Piece by piece
You have now brought this new plate
Plate of Gold, that no one else but I can Hold
You have now brought this new light
A light so powerful, not even darkness can contrite
For you have NOW brought this new happiness
dear 1960's:
wish i couldve been there.
inagurated john f kennedy
killed marilyn monroe
martin luther king speech
veitnam war.
cuban missile crisis
first walmart
john f kennedy assasinated
