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Walking the brightly lit halls of white walls and pastels.
Past the family holding hands in the doorway.
Past the woman looking frantically from face to face.
As if she really knows what she’s looking for.
I am always thinking, always contemplating problems in life
I always has a thought, an opinion, or something to say
Never did I falter for an answer
Then one day she walked in
And her eyes met mine
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Can you see all the memories that I so strongly despise?
So badly I wish that I could cry.
Or even better, I wish I could get high.
I am naive,
I have everything.
Being a youngin,
Is not that horrendous.
Growing up
Is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
OldNot this fleshMy Soul
Longingfor something this lifethis formcannot give me
Impossible to understandthe immense painof a stretch that will never reach
The monster.
It always came back to me, haunting me.
My own mother cruel as she has always been
Pushed me closer to the monster.
When I was little
I used to be angry at the world
For letting the night sky
Grow dark.
I was angry at them
For taking away the stars
I cry I weep
I dont sleep
Night all alone
Hiding in my phone
Where am i
Where did i go
Do i run from myself
Wont i leave me alone
I am lost
It is dark
Will i come back
Staring out over the oceanThe sun's reflection burningSparkling off the Blue Man's hullCreates a sounding paradiseThat never seems to dull
When someone you love is ripped from your armsOr how you realize what you are doing wrong in lifeIt's a single momentA second in timeThat the entire world seems to pauseJust for you
OnceThey loved usNowWe forget the very reason We thought so
OnceThey said they can't live without youNowThat's what they'd rather do
The creaturesThey singThe creaturesThey danceThe creaturesThey ringThe creaturesThey glance
They tell meDon't look backKeep your head highThings will get better
They tell me, they tell meYou are a strong oneThe past is in the pastThings will get better
She paints the ocean
Washed and faded memories
Hiding a child's laughter in the bubbles of sea foam
Happier times float longingly
In her heavy, tired brushstrokes
The reflection of a young sun,
An old house upon the hill
Sitting quietly, sitting still
Dusty everywhere with dirty windows cracked
Broken down shelves and old books stacked
Moth-eaten rugs and rotted boards
My mother bought new dinner plates.
I didn't think we needed new ones,
They were five dollars,
She said.
I was against using the new plates. My heart was racing and
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
Since I've seen your beautiful face.
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
But I'm going at my own pace.
Yes, my love, it's been a while,
Since I've heard every little sound
Dear Older Woman in the Grocery Store,
I am your cashier.
I scan your cookies, your cakes, your medications;
I make polite conversation, delicately choosing my words
As you delicately chose and scribbled each item
It hasn't been the worst or best year that I've seen.
Tonight at 12 A.M., It will be the end of 2017.
The year 2018 will soon be here.
Sometmes you're better off alone,
Than to be with someone who isn't "home".
They may feel like it when you're there,
But hindsight is 20/20 in cleared air.
Being alone isn't always being lonely,
In the grass up on a hill
Outside the city, I see you
Dear empty onion house
Peeling and the feeling I get
Unwrapping you
For brighter insides, scrap the outsides
My roommate moved out today.
They decided to leave most of their things behind.
Nothing was of much importance though,
Well, except for their pillow.
I put that away in that closet I never use.
he smelled like books and cigarettes
and the sad smile he wore was almost as loose as his
shirt.
he smelled like beer and his dog Rocky
What perfect means to me
Is no perfection at all.
It means that you are clumsy,
You are loud,
You are quiet,
You are graceful.
It means that you are awkward,
You are simple,
Let the sky clear with southern winds To push the soil across my dusty home Please, please do not bury these
These tears streaming down my face? They're for the hours I've spent pouring over books not soaking in information because my sleep depraved mind has lost its ability to absorb anything but the haunting melody of voices crying out give me rest.A
The sun rose and shone on my face through the window
I threw myself out of bed and fixed my hair
I walked up to my mirror and realized that I wasn't looking at my own reflection
Her hair was a mess
Never thought I would be here
on a tightrope
one side is new love
the other old
If I fall in the old
I have a chance to make it new again
we are both damaged, perhaps it's time to revive us
I went away from all things
I knew.
I changed my view on life,
paid attention to the little things.
I learned to appreciate the small gestures
made by strangers walking by.
I left
A valuable year soars by,
Opportunities and experience it provides.
Yet a greedy year glides by,
Toxic relationships and people it hides.
Years go by as they always do
Some go fast, others slow,
But never a year taken so long
As this year's past.
Changes occur as they always do.
Some welcome, some not.
Haircuts and new friends,
Packin bowls and all I smell is loud
My senses gotta be fucked
Since when can I see sound?
Dumbfound you have me
Bruh I'm Not so grounded can we
As kids,We chose the penniesOver the dimes.We associated size with value. We didn't know that dimes are worth ten times as pennies. We thoughtIt's bigger It's worth more.As kids,
Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to l
Wow this poem is old, I was 12.... (2009)
Who asked for peace
At 12:00 in the chi?
Or in harlem New York by their mouth?
Who asked for peace
When the Klu Klux Klan cries?
When her life consists of pain and doctor’s visits,
Is it really a life? Or is it just an existence.
I see the sorrow in her eyes as she tells me,
“Don’t get old”
Sepia
With water stains
Yellowed paper
Tied with thin string
Black and white
Photographs
Taken years ago
Smiles and stern
Dispositions
Peer out
From a window
Make a noise and make it loud
Be black and proud
Young black men and young black women
Make a noise and let your voice be heard
And the world will see how strong we are
Wear your hair long and wear it down
I had lead such a privileged life.
I danced toe to toe with rich men everyday.
They brought me expensive clothes that they thought would warm my soul.
Their eyes tied in knots at the sight of me.
Its a creak in my bones that makes me shiver.
How hard it is to get up I think.
Was it always like this.
Was the sun always to bright,
to penetrating in my eyes.
O wait! Is it real?
I am looking at the mirror, is it real?
O my life, what did you from me steal?
O wait! Is it real?
My soul, my love, or even myself. What is in me real?
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak.
I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old.
Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
all write on the living
and not much of the dead
on a garden of fully grown
big, gigantic and enormous trees
trees of full green leaves
are what is written about
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?
I met a boy
on the outskirts of campus,
playing a game of frisbee.
his eyes shined like oceans
shimmering in the very depths
of the beauty in
the place mermaids call home.
I'm constantly worrying about you. I know it bugs you when I'm like this and I don't mean to do it on purpose. I just can't help it. I worry that you're going to realize I'm not who you thought I was.
This old house is alone
Dark and damp
Where there used to be sunshine
Now is gloom
There are a lot of rooms
Plenty of places to hide
But you hear nor see any children
Just the quiet
My pasty curves and structure hard
you always held in high regard.
You knew what buttons I liked pressed.
In regalia you had me dressed.
Oh, what times we had together,
We play simple games
These days it's just simple
From Monopoly to Candy Land
And Scrabble, too
Stratego, Risk, you name it
We play simple games
We get older, and the games go away
My poetry is in the
New Old Age
My words are that
of the Victorian gents and beyond
Whom I must thank
For thine insperation
But my verses
My meter
My punctuation
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant,
You old self-Omni-potent fool;
Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out,
All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
Ive never seen a women with hair so fair.
Wrinkled skin but she wears Chanel.
92 with looks of 62.
She's great.
Warm Heart like her favorite blueberry muffin.
Devastated by loneliness...
it's your long, gray braid that i love the most.
a wisp of wisdom cascading down your back,
never tangled, whispers hymns through all the madness.
crumbs of noodles and rice spill from it while you walk,
It's as if the illness of sanity was contagious,Spreading like wildfire through his body; catching fire on the fringes of his heart,Bright colors uttering his title: but the question arises, what is his name?
Bring me the sunset in a cup
so I can drink it in.
So it can saturate
my darkened body
with warmth.
So beauty can fight the ugly
in me.
He first saw her from across the room
and he knew in that moment he would be her groom
with butterflies in his stomach he drew near
but had no clue she too felt an exciting yet nervous fear
Time seems fluid.
You and I are just floating through.
Time stretches on and on,
Until the day has ended
And the darkness is surrounding.
The rising sun
I’ve come to realize, i’ve been living in my own lies.
Fully submerged, head beneath the surface
living my daily life without a purpose
i was a hypocrite to my own speech
“chin up buttercup” i’d always preach
Dear new me, with love always
I pray that you never forget my days
My strengths, my weaknesses, all my mistakes
"You did this"
I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year.
I am ony six years old.
As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Beating. Thumping.
The sound of a heavy heart,
GUILTY!
Running. Sprinting.
Being chased by your consicence,
SHAMEFUL!
Hiding. Sneaking.
Conceling the disgrace.
LYING!
I just wanna go back
Cause I feel like I’m in a trap
I swear it felt like a heart attack
Like I fell off track
The rhythm that moves you,
The words that persuade,
The feelings and emotions
That make you afraid.
Let them all go,
They have nowhere to hide,
They might as well flow,
Its so hard to cling to the cliff that so effortless pulled you down
Its so hard to have the hopes pulled from under your feet as swift as a rug
Its so hard to love when love is dead
Ripples drift across the surface of the old pond
Small minnows dart between the gray rocks
Fireflies play along the surface
Angel hands with long and nimble fingers
Smoothed with age, paths of wisdom along pale skin
They comfort and soothe
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
My wings are controlled,
By the ones who have created me,
Am I not able to free myself,
From this cage of security,
Unable to fly,
As freely as I want too,
All I want to show,
It slowly crawls behind a person
Like a shadow in the early stages of life
The few who leave early
do not get consumed by something so divine
There is a time when morning, afternoon, evening, and night all blur together into what feels like a short six hours.
It is when hours feel like munutes and years feel only as long as a few months.
Away, away
I will not come back,
remind me, yes
remind me of sin and wrong
remind me of why red so satisfied.
Confuse you?
That is the point.
Fighting, it's all that they can stand to do.
Crying silently, I ask myself why they constantly argue.
It is not my mother and father that argue; for that has long past
I've never liked change too much
Change brings risk
Risk brands possibility
Possibility boils expectation
Expectation breeds disappointment
I've never liked change too much
Silence flows through the air oh so coldsitting there waiting a young man so old, asking for love
I return lack-lustered from the
quarry, back busted. My
wife’s over yonder folding
Steel rafts of ocean hands
Pearl into icy depths
Piercing through its smooth skin
Breaking the shocks of energy
Through thick blue
You carry me in your arms and rest me on your lap.
I know I’m weighing you down and making your legs fall asleep, but you hold me there tightly.
My mind is wise
but
my heart is naive
and
my soul is worn and weary
yet
my body is of a young girl
I don't even know
how
I'm so young
but
I'm so old.
As I aged
It faded fast
Although I wished
It would last
One foot forward
One foot back
Now memories are
Of the past
Piano, Forte
Fast, Slow
What I did was stop
Instead of go
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
From this distance,
The outline of her is only visible.
Time has made a small impact,
But her coldness has caused the gap
I call her name,
Only to see her respond to another.
Time has held a place in her mind
But it moves too quickly now
Love has found a place in her heart
But it's too painful to bear anymore
Happiness has linked with her soul
But it never lasts forever
Haven’t you ever wonderedwhat makes another shiver?The chills that go up and down their spineThey hold themselves together in a lonely embrace Haven’t you ever wondered,What makes another blush?When nothing would have caused itWouldn’t you like to
Metamorphosis
A change throughout time and age
Parting ways with old
Onward to the life
That you have always wanted
Goodbye to the old
Different outlook
I met old age
I stared it in the face
I saw the wrinkles
the falters
the loosenings and tightenings
I saw the laughlines
the care-worn hands
the thoughtful gleam
I don't like to be ignored.
Actually I HATE to be ignored.
And fuck those of you who immediately think that I am an attention whore.
I'm not, I just don't like to be ignored.
Wisdom is rugged.
Time wound back to youth and time spent.
The salt of cuts and cracks of skin,
Dark with age and learned.
As I stand here speaking,
Somewhere there are floorboards that are creaking.
Under the foot of an aged man,
Who shall regale you in the very tales of old.
Within his study, by the fire, he does sit,
A darkened heart meets one still white.
Pious pride leaves you overcome,
With the sense of feeling
Not price of deed.
Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet
Like chocolate
You look for new trees and cities, things of which you can call your ownNew places to photograph to not feel aloneThose digital pixels are simply not enoughYou dig up your old film to only find it feeling so rough
Old and wise
Has loved and lost
To help he tries
Any, at any cost
Old and wise
Still needs love
Searches the skies
Carried on the wings of the dove
Old kids as an society will eventually take about 30 prescriptions pills, but as humans we suffer from greed. Our greed complains for more life, but to have had life is enough. Our greed stems from fear, the fear of being casket sharp and gray.
Questioning my little love
The touch that lifts my fingerprints
Nails extend into a point
To grab towards a silent look
And fasten on the bending lines
When I’ve let you in
My enemy, my loved one,
someone so close.
Walked away and didn't turn back.
The thoughts that traveled through my mind.
Years later, introduced once again.
The hatred that circulated through my blood,
The fish, the fish
Beautiful at first
So smart and intelligent
He'll seduce you to come close
But only for a moment
The fish, the fish
So handsome and lovely
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
Can’t
____curl up
You know
____you’ve grown old
(cracking bones)
____when the fetal position
____hurts
You sit alone, not forgotten, but not wanted
with scratches, stiff buttons, dusty old lens.
You remember what it was like
they watched the world through Your eyes
There are no film, no batteries, or bulb to be found.
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
