Speak Your Mind Scholarship
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Whiskey is like liquid death in a bottle.
The man is excided to see the newborn bottle of whiskey in his hands
His addiction is uncontrollable when the bottle is empty
People find that he smells of death itself
In a male dominated society
It is hard to be a woman
You have to do things quietly
Only to be proven
a fool,
Trying to act politely
Thinkin it makes you look cool
Dear Asshole in my History class that just said that “Dyslexia” was a synonym for “retard”,
I'm dyslexic.
No that doesn't make me less smart.
No that doesn't make me illiterate.
Its calm as we ride
The sun's shine is dim
Down the road we stride
We start to turn on a whim
Suddenly we hear a screech
Its too late
Their brakes were too weak
Its sad that we had met our fate
I am a Fertile Woman
No
I am Free
Smart
Small and big
A giant in the mind
A penny in person
I am an athlete of the brains race
Look at me,
What do you see?
A girl, definitely no size three.
Speak to me,
What do you hear?
A christian girl that's got no fear.
Yell at me,
What do I say?
Elementary school failed me. I appeared smart, looked smart, talked smart and was surrounded by smart friends. The only thing that separated me from all the other kids was my speech impediment.
Would you notice, that If I gave you my love , would you save your love for me ? Would you cherish the delicate strength or would you let it slip away into anyone's port?
When I was a 14
I went on a school trip
We ate dinner at a
Buffett, when I
Feeling full still
Walked up with my
Friend who didn’t want
Death is not the end.
Death is the beginning.
Beginning of heartbreak,
Of tears, tissues, and time standing still.
It's the beginning of flowers, goodbyes, and "I'm Sorry's"
Yes to the sound of my voice
Okay to the noisey of the world
So what to the people loves to hear
I don't care to what you say
I don't know to the question your bout to ask
No to the problem you have
Father sent to jail
locked behind bars in a cell
hit moms up said she had to pay bail
On a false battery charge
police up in the yard
and my pops was pissed
My words are
MY power, MY Strength and wisdom
I make these words sing off my lips to utter them to another time in HISTORY
From knowing My time in History.
I am dead inside but when the beat of music hits me that is when I realize I'm alive and full of happiness
Oh, the intensity that I feelThe sweat dripping down my faceI concentrate on the stealNo, it does not include a base
My mind kills me
When I'm sitting all alone
My stomach aches
My skin tears
But it's my thoughts
That cut down to the bone
Nobody can see
How much I cry at night
Crimson substance fills the cup
One is one and never enough
With every wound
A new opening
Im walking and its HOT
thoughts driipping off me as if im swimming in them
I feel kinda okay my self esteem is not low
so dont ask about a sale of clarence
Im wating for her to call me in
on the cotton field
it's hot and real
we have master grubbing like its his last meal
blood dripping im numb my back cut like thorns cutting thumbs
we picking cotton like farmers do plums we live hut
This city continues to be a whirlwind of vibrancy.
My thoughts are drenched with its very exsistence.
So, rightfully, my deptarture shall be grand.
May I stretch my legs and dance along the chiseled rooftops.
A name is so pure, with no meaning behind it
The people and stories are what truly define it
No matter how long or confusing the spelling
The name is not on which we should be dwelling
Girl
I cant stop myself from thinking about you
I cant even bring myself to talk to you
its kinda hard to concentrate too
your beautys so strong
its got me sick with the flu
I got sick from you
making a differance
no differant
see a dark image
riddit
jumping from pond to pond
ribbit
small influence, jiminy cricket
hop on the polar express, wheres your ticket?
broken mind
The taste of blood filled my quench, my room filled with recompense, when I cut the appendage the muscles get tense, I love the struggle they put, I even enjoy t
There is a cliff.
We are all on the same cliff yet on our own.
Behind us an insurmountable wall of joys and pains.
Ahead of us an abyss of unknown depth.
I’m 19 years old I am attending a university, been living on my own since 17, been struggling all my life.
Dear stranger,
I didn’t ask to meet you
Did you know that and find the excitement in meeting me because the walls you could see through my eyes seemed like a challenge?
I held you for the first time
I whispered in your ear, "mommy loves you"
I looked at you, so small and delicate
I had tears dripping from my eyes falling onto your pail cheeks
I have always dreamed of being a toy train.
Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces
But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day,
and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.
Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
“Hey look!” they shout with glee,
“Our most dearly beloved goddess approaches!”
The citizens look in awe at the great goddess Chizuru
Who provides her formerly starving “children” with sustenance with a blink of an eye
“we, the jury, find the defendant guilty.”
a decision made so quickly
determined the next four years
of my brother’s life.
I see rainbows burst through the sky
And have the sudden urge to run and cry
They all laugh and they say, "dont even try"
And I say, "oh why, god, why?"
Sometimes I think its better to lie
Love
Love them,
Love them with no excuse,
Love them with no exception,
Love them with no prejudice nor hate.
‘Love one another’
He said…
This morning I looked up in the skies
Past the prickly trees
Their green arms a border for the clouds
And blue skies.
The world is so big,
Sometimes I can scarcely imagine
Where has Annie gone?
She's been out way to long
"Who died and made her queen?"
Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart
Mama was in the days
Daddy never stays
There is a mess, a clutter, a crowd that she found,
A thing that we run from that follows her around.
A climax, a friction, a trick that she believed-
A gift that she thought that she had received.
i think about silhouettes of trees
when the leaves are dead and crumpled on the ground
when the sky is deep red mixed with orange as vibrant as the sun kissed wings of a monarch butterfly
and there is the tree
Why should I have to become a statistic?Something never dreamed became so realistic!In the game of life I drew the short stick
You came to settle in my brain
which feels like so long ago.
You were quick to cause confusion and pain
and suddenly became the foe.
Every morning I'd wake up
with my self esteem in the gutter.
You probably get many submittions with pity.
From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has.
But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.
GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
time on the clock
i breathe in
*tic toc*
and it occurs to me
*tic toc*
i've been waiting for this moment
Life brings many pains,But better not to grieve themUntil tomorrow.
Wait for dawn to sayIt is worth your tears to cryFor last night's sorrow.
Feeling empty
expressionless face
it's blank
no... I look angry
I don't even know how to feel
a warm hand touches mine
I pull away
why do I pull away
suddenly I smile
As I sit in the living room, I watch the destruction of the news confined me to another war.
The odds of surviving might be rear
But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near
God in his tending power and care
Would never leave you to snare
The clouds might be dark right here
They gave into cars
And now they hardly walk
They gave into TVs
And now they hardly exercise
Who knew blood was blue?
stained on the pages
giving stories
and poems, and lives.
Entire worlds created under the prick of a finger
and a heart pouring through the point of a pen.
Tears of sorrow a mother won't let you see them.
She had you so she'll take care of you,
also try to be your lawyer in a court room.
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone.
With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
You see the pain in her look
How all of her strength
Goes into that smile.
It's hollow though.
You see the darkness beneath.
You could be her candle.
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
I know you are scaredHurt and unhappy.But you don’t have to be—Not another week, not another day.I will still call you my sister, no matterHow hard you try to push me away.I will still come back running
When I hold it in my hand,
I feel much power
I feel like I haven't been crying for the past half hour
When I lay the cool metal upon my wrist
Far from home they fight,
In a land that’s not their own.
Their enemy has no face,
Yet they fight on.
In a time of terror
Not knowing who is friend or who is foe,
Ticking ticking ticking ticking
in my head.
No escape.
My mind races
faster faster faster faster
trying to evade
the Hate
that's built up inside of me.
Running running running running
White walls.
While I sit on my bed and look around the room,
Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,
Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,
What was my reason for stealing these cars?
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But you pushed me to my limit
And I didn't know how to react
So that focused me to push you away
Two wrongs don't make a right
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But you pushed me to my limit
And I didn't know how to react
So that focused me to push you away
Two wrongs don't make a right
It makes my mind go tick tick tick
thinking of the things that will make it swift
the only thing to get me out
my futures what its all about
The media despises us, does not recognize us
Dehumanizes us, covers up and disguises us.
We seem to symbolize lust, with our large butts and huge bust.
When you find that your at the end of your life
What legacy will you have left behind,
Would you have left behind lives filled with joy or hearts weighed down with strife.
What will it be worth,
God. People. Pain. Disbelief. Hell. Decisions. Sin. Why hell? Death. Love. Judgement. Satan versus God. Souls. Powers. Glory. Win or loos? Pain. Pure souls. Why can't God have every soul? Or does he? Pain. Hell. Power. Death. Sin. Shame. Sex.
A room teeming with ideas,
Where objects litter the floor,
Along my miraculous haven.
Where find is to lose,
And lose is to find,
That is the way of the things in My Room.
Am I alive?
I seem to be
but is this really me?
Am I real?
The others see me,
but i may just be a reflection,
an illusion,
of what might really be.
Maybe this is a dream
The Other Me
Happiness
(adjective)
Feeling pleasure or joy
It’s the perky energetic kid that has
I’m, okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.
Say it enough times
and you might start to believe it.
You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand.
Say it too many times
Would it be beautiful,
the vibrations on my skin?
Without my face, my lips, my colored eyes,
or soft-hearted vulnerability?
I've crossed you off my list,
and I've sang your face away,
Speak out what's on your mind
Tell the world just how you feel
Don't hold it in ... let it out
Let it go ... it's not big deal.
How you feel is part of you
Don't just hold your feelings in
What happened to being young, wild, and free?
Whoever said growing up was easy.
What happend to the life without
worries and responsibilities?
Oh, to go back to those endless days of youth.
A drop in the ocean
A stitch in a quilt
A sprout in a field
We are small
We are simple
We are important
We make up a mass
Size is insignificant
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important
you had me thinking i was your main priority
instead, i wasn't even number three
baseball came first, as always
and then it was your video games
So often that time is hard,
And leaves no place to stay
What rest does it give
For those whose lives take crooked roads?
What respites does it give
To those whose hearts it has broken?
My last dream was a dream about you.
When I close my eyes all I can see feel and hear is you
In this dream noeven the sun pating day could braketelog conversation or bodies share
We were two souls embedded into one
There’s a girl out there.
There’s more to this girl then just a pretty face.
An image beautiful on the outside, but one that feels worn on the inside from the stares of inquisitive spectators…processed output…fake smiles…
A race against time
The pressure building upon me
As I complete the assignment moments before
Procastination is my charm
Working its magic as the gears turn in my head like a race car's engine
One brown paper bag.
It all started with one brown paper bag
Against the charcoal of Mother Africa
And the sandpaper of Nefertiti,
And the rift grew into a canyon.
The cocoa-drenched emperors
So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains,
to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:
The smoke curls in the air. It flows up and up and up. It shakes hands with the stars, and tickles the moon. Up and up and up it goes. It is weightless and is always floating.
A jolt of electricity runs through my body, the feeling of a petite seizure.
The thought of doing whatever I please engulfs me,
Aggressive, Unpredictable, Violent...
attacking people on the streets, hurting newborns in their sleep,
almost as if I'm a creep!
I never meant to hurt you, but that's what society expects me to do,
The night creeps on my blackened heart with a viscious roar
The violet clouds of confession
bringing a familiar piercing pain
As the rain begins to fill my soul with sorrow and tears,
the flash of hope fades
The storm
rages on
outside my window,
and I can't seem to find the calm.
Can you save me?
These walls are not enough.
The rain is seeping in,
and I'm looking for an end.
I live in the world
of Photoshop, Weightwatchers, and Covergirl.
I live in the country
of painted faces, trendy clothes, and manicured lawns.
I live in the school
of shaved legs, dyed hair, and braces.
Let’s do some math.
If I choose to dorm at XY Hall, the price will be 18k for both semesters combined.
But that's way too expensive.
The insecurites felt by woman all around easily outweigh the blank smiles on their faces. Walking the streets, car keys in hand, finger almosts pressing the panic button just in case. Scared. Worried. Panic. Called Paranoid.
I had a man who sang me songs,each strum on his guitar echoedin my mind each night before Islept in coral reefs, how hebelieved my hair was a silvermoon melting within water.
The ocean mirrors midnight sky,
barely brushing our toes.
I whisper words
I want to write beneath your skin,
my violent delight.
I lay by you on the moistened sand,
Well I live down on the beach,next to the green Florida Sea.I like to dig my toes in the sand,sipping some sweet ice tea.
My red lips can rock your world,I’ll have you down on your knees.
Starssmall punctured holes,silk floating in velvettwinkling.
We humans watch,wonder,and wait in aweas one shoots by – we wish.
One year we were children,
With dreams and hope,
The next we're adults,
Who have sex and smoke.
Darkness engulfs me as I sit among the silence,The stalwart panging emotion of vagrance.This feeling so strong stinging me like a bee,Desperation seeming to overwhelm me. Anxiety discovers a path to my brain,
A brain washing system
In which we are expected to conform
Do the same as thy neighbor
Follow the rules
But if you dare to break these ongoing expectationsYou will be silenced
It's time to go to another place
far away
far away from here
'cuz I'm struggling trying to keep my head straight
but I can't 'cuz you keep stressin' me
I'ma go, I'm gonna leave
'cuz this ain't good
I fear to dream like to fear to breathe,
Asking to much of the gods above,
Becasue when I dream I reach it,
But sadly I can't keep it,
Like rays that shine through a window,
Slaughter
Natural birthright
Human apathy, indifferent
Your dinner: tortured souls
Murder
I am women
Stronger then a rock
But softer then a feather
I can withstand anything and everything
From slavery to women rights and the typical stereotypes
I am women
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;
Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;
To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
That girl sitting two rows in front of you?
Yes, the one with the short skirt and the tight shirt.
The Kansas sun slowly burns out, melting into the plains like a cigarette butt fades int
You're asking me to write a poem with intentions to get in my head.
While most mornings I can barely get myself out of bed.
Even though days get tough I give them my all.
All the days you went in sick
All the teachers you put up with
All the sleep you lost doing homework all night
All the tries it took to finally get the answer right
I am Nothing but a child.
I am Unworthy to be heard.
The adults, they scream
words
be Quiet
Fix your hair
Know the,
Time,
Place.
White walls
Instead of white sand
Rushing
Instead of relaxing
Walking
Instead of swimming
School
Instead of the Bahamas
The halls in my head
Wind deep.
Walls of doors
That hide the information
I categorize and compartmentalize,
In an attempt to establish some illusion
Of logic
In this thing we call,
I walk on a Sunday afternoon in 2013.
I walk to the store candy and a lil bit of ice T.
I walk wondering who this man is behind me.
I walk till I can't walk no more and I run
I run and I run.
Stressed out,
Can't breath,
Barely a thought,
I can conceive.
If not one thing,
It's the other,
Life is,
beginning to smother.
I might be drowning,
I don't know,
Lady Luck, often spoken of but never heard, often felt but never seen. She drifts among the shadows as the people walk in the light. Placing her hand here and there, changing outcomes everywhere.
A few months ago I was engaging in such intellectual activities as perusing cat videos when I discovered a quite vast selection of blog posts written by twenty-somethings that catalogued a trip to El Salvador, or Bangladesh, or Pakistan, or some
Time is my fear
I feel like I’ll never get enough of it
I fear not knowing and knowing too much
My time goes by in a melodious pace, with a whimsical note and a riveting tick, but is that enough?
I've got Iraqi in my eyes
Love in my heart
Islam in my soul
And if I die tonight, that's how I wanna go you see, I'm done with this cruel world
And the death tolls
This matter makes me cringe
My heart I feel it dies
When she believes the magazines
page after page of lies
Her body is a metal
so precious she beholds
worth more than money or compliments
I’m tired of playing this game that seems to go in circles.
With me thinking I had gained the title I strived for.
Level One.
Level Two.
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
If my brain were a tongue twisterIt would throw you for a loopYou couldn't navigate it even with a mapPointing to the constellations of nerve synapsesEvery pathway is a fork in the roadThat splits into roots
Kneeling in the pews, I follow suit and pray.As droning envelops 'round me like the sea,
I am angry
I don't know at what.
A pain in my chest
and a heat in my head
a snap--- just like that
and I will scream my fury at you.
My mom
she says she won't pay for my college
Mothers not feeding their children , but feeding their habit instead ...
Children staying an age forever because life was took to soon ...
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
A corrupt government with a ruined economy
Supporting citizens who can't support their families,
It toys with my mind and gives me headaches
And shakes up my brain like violent earthquakes,
Speak my mind, you ask?
Be wary.
I want to take the road less traveled by.
I am absolutely terified that I will follow the same path as everyone else.
I do not want to be a slave to one career
Silence
As I sit and stare
Thinking how much more can i bare
The words that they say
torment me day by day
Trying to find light in the dark
but the words cut through my heart
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to check the clock.
The clock struck one
It's time for fun,
Hickory dickory dock.
Hickory dickory dock,
I can't stop checking the clock.
Broken promises kind of man
I'll do it when I' ready kind of man
Thinks he is all that and then some kind of man
I wear the pants around here kind of man
I'm not obligated to do anything kind of man
Is a man or woman mad in a powergrab? Is there hope or despair in a screencap? I don't know where the hate starts, is a man just a beast born to rape parts? At first glance it's a seed of suspicion, it blooms fast if you look a little different.
I'm sorry i'm leaving you. It's not my fault. THEY want us to leave and never come back, i'm sorry i wrote on you and still haven't cleaned you you up.
You know what's funny?
We call ourselves Christians but there is no Christ found in ourselves.
Bible,Crazy Love, Radical,The Shack and countless books fill up the shelves
What's on my mind you ask?
Well let's see, Im exhausted
Im tired of doing the same day to day,
I wanna go out have fun, take a trip
Go to the beach, lay in the sand
Perhaps a movie or two?
I stand. I stand and my shoulders are squared.
I'm facing what some call the unknow.
But I know the truth. My eyes are open
To reality.
Because in reality, it's Opportunity.
why
are you selecting poems at random?
why
should i even try?
words scrawled in the 2 minutes just to get money
could outsshine the words meant to glow
like embers
at the death of a flame--
She’s tired
of the miles and miles of paperwork that clutter her office
like a library who has lost its way
she swims and swims
attempting to free from the heavy load
I am still
The music plays
My body moves
My arms sway
Even though my body is in motion
My focus is still
Take a look around. People walk around with smiles on their faces and secrets in their heart.
The girl you just passed on the street wears long sleeves
to cover the bruises she gets from her father,
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams,
From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales
And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
My personal stage starts when I wake up
I make funny faces in the mirror as I get ready for the day
I put the TV on mute so I can quote my own dialogue for the people
Is it okay for my mother to call me names? This pain, I cant take this shit. This shit is really stressing me so I gotta let it out.
Young girl with eyes the color of moss.
There are often times she feels lost.
"Mommy is sick," They all would say.
That was before mommy went away.
Did she do something wrong?
Young girls everywhere listen here.
Try staying in school without getting pregnant.
Try not changing yourself to fit in with the wrong crowd.
As a teenage high school student, it’s reasonable that one thing always on my mind is school
Not only school itself, but the lessons school has given to me
Red, white, blue
a child's boo hoo
what makes me move?
a warm summer breeze
the sun, between the trees
what makes me breathe?
the sand between my toes
a sneeze caught in my nose
Don't tell me to embrace my curves
Until you've been 14 years old
getting felt up by guys with beards
And you know what it's like to be used
for physical pleasure
I think I have met you in another life;
For the way your smile lights up your eyes
Seems all too familiar
Times here on this planet Earth may be hard sometimes. I keep talking to myself in my head saying, "When will these problems end?". We keep thinking to ourselves, "If I just had this, I'd be happier".
RejectionWanting a dreamLonging for what is not easily possessed
DeterminationSeeing the imaginable futureA solvency of a teachable past
Am I supposed to believe that you're going to be a lawyer when you spend more money on shoes than books?
And that you're going to be a doctor because you spend a lot of times with girls but can only navigate matters below the waist.
Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstasy,
Laughter is my drunkenness.
Comedy is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.
there is no freedom
you can't speak
you can't learn
you can't dress
you can't live
what you do is not up to you but to them
go to school
get a job
have a family and no in-between
Stupidity is what makes me tick
Or maybe it's the way people spit
Everyone expects you to be better than the last
You want me to get straight A's and be top of my class
Now that I think about it that's not it
I hear the pressing and sound,
Of the universe milling around.
I draw myself further in,
To avoid joining them.
To be still.
To shrug off the stress.
To move at my will
Your body is a temple-
And I have burned mine to the ground too many times to count.
I have slashed it and scarred it and bruised it and marred it,
And tried to break the bones of this battered flesh home.
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration,
Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in.
As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
Simple, fun, and full of life,
playing through even the most tough of times.
A child's voice the most lovable sound,
lyrics not needed to want to turn it up loud.
Close your eyes, sit back, and listen closley,
Why is it a bad thing my parents went to school
got jobs, worked hard, they didn't fool
around and around I go
searching high and low
for money
Schools don't care
you're a number
She looked at her,
And hated what she saw.
She looked at her hair
And hated the way it wasn't as long as other girls'.
She looked at her stomach,
And hated the way it wasn't flat like other girls.
Since I was a little girl my parents told me, "save.
Save your pennies, save your nickels, save everything you've made.
Put it in your piggy bank or in the savings account.
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
If I shut my eyes tight enough will I disappear?
Can I seal them shut with all of my tears?
Forgiveness not wthin any of your bones.
Screaming, thrashing accusing,
Condescending tones.
The late night
half lit incandescent bulbs
when sleep is synonymous
with the detestable scum
scraped off the shoe
laying on the floor
mate under the bed
Have you ever/spoken/ words to no one,
or/have you spoken/to/everyone?
No one will/always/listen,
while/everyone/will only listen/sometimes.
It didn't have to be this way
They are always part of the problem
I could have avoided another backstep
If only it weren't for them
I didn't need to have more trouble piled on
I should have kept my distance
Dancing on the ceiling seems a powerful feat
To lose and gain control with your feet, with your mind, with you heart
All I want to do is start
I've been sitting so long and thinking I'm wrong and...
You know it happens.
Something or someone just has to say the wrong thing.
It all goes down from there.
There is no way back.
They just keep talking like they don't notice.
They don't care they just hurt me.
Emotions that are undefinable,
Thoughts that are indescribable.
They seem to eat away at my happiness.
Will you ever notice me?
When I turn away from me?
Change my hair, my body, my animation?
Just to win your admiration.
Speak
My life was like a loaded gun
Waiting for someone to use me
Waiting to be pointed in any direction
My reflection was silver bullet clean
My look was mean mugging me
The rain is pure droplets of pain
Of the fallen
the weak
the lame
And those whom have failed.
The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
Like a Spartan, bombarded, I go chargin' through gardensNo cigars, no guitars, just a smart pen, from bargains
We all push so hard to grow up.
We wear our mom's heals and try to watch pg-13 movies.
We go to parties past our curfew and try a cigarette or two.
We leave our house and get a job, and for WHAT?
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
This is a message to the world
To each and every boy and girl
No matter your age there’s nothing to fear
Young or old, you have to be bold
I ain’t saying its fine to play mind games
Does time exist, or is created my man?
To fool us, to scare us, to limit our plans.
To make us fear death, and our short time on Earth.
A clock counting down since the moment of birth.
cling
for dear life
so you feel
comfortable
smile with desire
steal with entice
snake movement
beg for invite
and disease you hide up your sleave
with open door policy
You tried to touch me
You made me scream
So I told my mom
She said that I was wrong
My world crashed
From what you smashed
You took my pride,
All those years I lied
To myself
they say that today is history an tomorrow is a mystery but i want you to be my scooby doo to shaggy an find out that mystery an solve it together.
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy
A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think
Dancing on glass rivers
Leaves your feet torn up,
bloody to the point of no recognition
And yet you won't stop.
You can't stop.
The thrill is intoxicating
I've tried. I've tried so hard to be your model older daughter.
(But I'm lying about that, aren't I?)
I bend over backwards, I drive across town, I work my ass off.
(But I'm so lazy.)
To find love.
To be in love.
To find out who you are,
in this world...
Who has your back?
Who are you?
Who are they?
Alone...
Feeling alone.
Feeling the need to "go off."
I never imagined my dream girl with an ideal physic...
Long as the days and trials are sweeter than bitter...
I need a woman I can hold, not follow on Twitter.
I work hard
Everyday.
Scrubbing the sticky floors,
Taking out the rotten smelling garbage,
Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.
I want more for myself.
Broccoli
Peanut Butter
Won't my mother be quiet
Be right back gotta go help her
She actually said never mind as i walked over.
Typical.
Whenever a person gets mad at another
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
Close your eyes
dream
Open your eyes
live.
A dream,
it can be the start
of a life long adventure.
Some people dream
and just let it be.
Some people dream
and set their dreams free.
Is life a thing in which we are to do?
Or instead something which we are to make?
Alone are we to try to make things new?
To try and walk this world so smooth no quake.
Taught in school you will need this and that,
for my love is worth an eternety
but the challenge is the hardest to overcome
there is nothing that breaks through my barrier
except for the magic of song
it lifts me up to walk annother mile
I know about my past.
I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair
With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper
I think about the day of my first karate class
Slavery is "long gone", but the mindset still lives on.
We are all "family", even I am your sister, but they sure don't treat me like one.
Though some refuse to admit that reality of the situation,
The life we're living
is so technologically driven
Our eyes are glued
Our minds subdued
From staring at a screen
With our heads down.
Our lives are controlled
they tell us we need it
Some say memorizing the thoughts in your head
Emotion to the pencil, and the tears that you bled to the lead
Is easier than just writing a poem
Certain situations set our mindsets out of this world
You shake and tremble
And try not to cry out in fear
As the masses begin to assemble
With your fellow warriors near
So your nerves start to wane
And a smile breaks across your face
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
If I could only have one person hear me, it would be my child.
If and when I bring another human being to this world, one day he or she will be where I am:
Staring at the stage, amazed
Leaps lighter than air, feet pointed in straight perfection
The gems dazzle as the light hits them, as they gracefully flaunt across the floor
I wish
Never could afford dance classes
True Life is a comedy. But can it be a drama, a love story, exploration of meaning? Mix of Values and confusion. Tis' true that life is a blank slate. But could we all be artists? Seeing beyond the white canvas for all that it can be.
What if you knew something you can't explain
Everyone says love takes pain
My heart feels empty and drained
Their words shell me
like machine gun fire
I pretend
they are mere raindrops
hitting my skin
I may not be pierced by
hot
metallic
words
but somehow they seep in
through
Everyone is talking.
No one is listening.
In a world where we all want to be heard-
No one is hearing a word.
I want to use my life to listen.
To take people's stories left unwritten
No one realizes how much self hate it takes to make yourself starve, get sick, or do things to your body, unless you have experienced it.
Boom, another life of someone's lover..as i pull up my cover Split, there goes a crack in the wall and there goes the head off my doll.
Drugs, drinks, and driving
Driving your life down the wrong path.
Stalling, staying, and sticking
Sticking to the life you knew best,
But where are you now?
A mother of two children.
There are moments in time when a sound hits your ear drums before your eyes reach the sight,
and moments in time when your nostrils fill up a familiar fragrance before you catch sight of the body of which it lies upon.
some things are just better left usaid
figers poited at you broken promises mislead
its weighing heavy on my shoulders should i stay or should i go
i'd rather do this on my own no room to judge single show
Everflowing, gentle, soft,The black thread dangles.Once a contributor to the strength of a whole,The unity stood uncorrupted, pure.
The sea foam raged violently against the cliff
constantly pulverizing the coal black rocks
causing smithereens and scraps to crash viciously into the water
Tick Tick Tick
The watch on my wrist goes
Tick Tick Tick
Thump thump thump
The heart in my chest goes
Thump thump thump
Click click click
Let them set the stone where it belongs
It will appease them
Do not clash with the wills of the many
It will anger them
Do not question those with power
They will sequester you
Hope for the best
for the worst has yet to live on.
The pain we encounter shatters us
But it is rare to see someone who cares
becauses it is internal.
Like a puppet with ripped strings I hang limp from a tree that is rooted in bad seeds. I have no direction and no recollection of anything but the present. Everything else is blocked out and I always want to shout.
The idea of sex
In the air everywhere
Billboards and signs and t.v. too
Are all too much and make me puke
“Sex sells” someone says,
But don’t they know
It’s dangerous?
Sex blurs the line
My Rut life begins with my family.My father: An abusive selfish stranger who abandoned me 10 years ago.My Mother: An over controlling, over worrying mother.
My Rut life begins with my family.My father: An abusive selfish stranger who abandoned me 10 years ago.My Mother: An over controlling, over worrying mother.
An unsung song thumping within the confines of a rib cage.
I asked you to hear, Hear me out, But you were not there, But this is normal, So it's time, Time for me to vanish, In the air, The one place I'm free, Free to scream, Then maybe, Just maybe you'll hear me, Finally, But that's just my dream.
Hey guy, I think you caused my heart to stop.
My lungs can’t breathe. I can’t say a word to you.
Without you in my life my heart strings would pop,
All that I know is that I’m in love with –
Stay Strong my love, when all goes wrong continue to move along.
It may hurt now but it won't forever. What he did to you was wrong...
I know it's been days
I know it's been weeks
But I still think, about everything
About those words.
'His' words.
They say its okay,
That I'm safe now,
You're seven years old and you hear the words. "You punch like a girl."
It falls out of Jason's mouth so effortlessly. You cringe, as if that is the worst thing you could have been told.
You may see me as nothing more as child
But I have grown and exprienced many things
I will still experience alot but I am no mere child
I am an 18 year old child
I am a child who is legal
The alarm blares
But I wasn't alseep either way
Constanly worrying abou what the next day will bring
Going throuh the motions everyday
But there comes a time where it's just me
Alone
Since the day I enrolled, since the day it began,
School & education have not been a friend.
Having to deal with the pressure of it al,
The studying general things that don't apply to me,
Some Go Through A lifetime & At The end only have a false sense of imagination, daydreams & illusions to show...
Begging for a million words amongst the million trialsThe road can twist and turn when you're walking for many milesA dampness from the passing of such heavy storms
We all have
The same desires
To be loved
To be accepted
To be appreciated
To be human
Yet our eyes
And our thoughts
Are constantly battling
Attacks
Nobody understood me before.
Awkward. Child. Girl.
Nobody understands me now.
Awkward. Teen. Boy.
Nobody will ever understand me.
Awkward. Adult. Man.
Some people think I am daring.
It’s Easter Sunday, I’m tryna be interested but for some reason I can’t dissect it/
Tryna figure out what the heck is a Holy Spirit, and how do I feel its reception/
The day was quiet and yet so loud
As I stood in the center of a moving crowd
Writhing, squirming, a beast all its own
Yet completely surrounded I was alone
Glued to the pavemnt I started to sweat
I strive to be the best I can
Always sure to lend a hand.
My heart is filled with love and care,
Passionate affection waiting to be shared.
Is it fair to feel the way I do?
I am not a lone runner,
Mama. Didn't you hear?
There are 5 others out there
Who share my fear
I am not a lone runner,
Mama. Can't you see?
There are 5 other girls
Very similar to me.
Are you listening?
Of course you're not
Because you're on the phone talking to her
You think I don't see
You looking at me
When her back is turned?
I gave you a chance
I remember the way you wore your hair;
I remember how I lost myself in your eyes
I remember the mutual looks of longing for each other
I wish I could have done so many things differently
As I lie here in mud
Lost. Such a simple word. Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, but what about those who have just lost? What of them?
She
Lies awake barely breathing
waiting for his return
but he never arrives
to unlock her soul and he
doesn’t
Justice.
Black and White
Is the way I see the world
My sense of justice
I know what I believe in
Do you?
Those who cause suffering
In turn should suffer
No eye for eye
Name David just another lost soul in protrayed world, taught to speak, write, think, move. but never guided through the beated path of life. Living life like a routine everyday wondering who i am, who i will become, why im i here.
Compared to these snakes I'm a dragon,
A lyrical beast that spits flames while standing in a crowd of loud mouths
Shes poor- with a dead beat dad whom lives in the house but no connection-he stays on the coutch while mother works her ass off cleaning houses and sweeping the floors of ones whoms only problem is their maunfuctioning macbooks.
Medicated anxiety.
5mg, 10mg, 15mg, 20
Thinking what that noise was, or who is walking upstairs
Why doesn't he talk to me anymore? Why do I still care?
So much at once, I miss most of it
“Notice me” she pleaded
With eyes laden with tears
And lips quivering
“Notice me” he cried
With a mouth turned into a snarl
And hands balled into fists
“Notice me” she begged
You,
Who broke my dreams and marked me cold.
You are the reason my life has been torn.
I hate the days I maintained silent for your sake.
Now I can't even be close to you for my sake.
Like two little rebels we bonded like one.
You like me and me like you, what a charm.
It was as if we were meant for each other and even more.
My love for you goes from my deepest heart.
This morning I woke up in your arms.
You smelled like flowers and a sweet fragance that I can't explain.
Last night was such a storm,
I could've sworn I would of lost you...
Thoughts swimming everywhere
Running in a labyrinth
What is going on?
Feelings chaotic
All emotions lacking peace
Who am I anymore?
Paper before me
Hand gripping pencil tight
Why America?
America land of dreams
Or so they say
Where jobs are great
So they say
We need a degree
Just to get jobs
Why do we protect things?
What does it really mean?
Is it putting your life on the line to save another?
Or is it hiding from everything that could ever hurt you?
Are you acting as the protection?
I've seen the blood spill
I've seen people that have killed
All with a hidden fiery will
That can't be chilled
They're both fighting for their life
Always in a moonless night
Questions
It fills up the mind of a 14-year-old girl
What is real and what is not?
Do we live in an endless dream or nightmare?
Is there a difference between reality and a dream?
Internet runs faster than I do.
Phones know more than I do.
Breathing in wi-fi instead of air.
I am suffocating.
Who will help me?
My laptop?
No.
My phone?
No.
People always question how I live my life
They say I'm missing out from what I do with my time
But I've never seen it that way, although the feeling comes and goes
I will hold onto His promise because I know
We all say we want to be something.
Something eye-catching so that someday,
somewhere,
someone notices.
We've become fixated on making ourselves
bigger that we've forgotten what it was like
My eyes closed-Shut tight and I breathe outSlowly, deeply.Then I see it.What I've been waiting for.My inspiration,My dream turned toWords-filling my mindAs thoughts.
A million miles traveled in chapped cracked lip carriers
Vibrant white shoes standing in a doorway
Waiting to pass beyond the welcome mat
Form imprints in the carpeting
It was an anarchic temper tantrum of your authority
That rained down terror in your corporal rage
And I tried to pit myself against the habit
But sometimes I like feeling this way!
I couldn’t live when you left me
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud
Soaking the world in a wet darkness
Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees
So even the sun has it’s head bowed.
As the water falls below
It depresses the people
An endless burning light greets my every morning along, with my alarm of a rooster crowing
Clothes shuffle around preparing for the struggle, that the day has prepared upon arrival
Do you remember when i met you?
You liked your denim blue.
Remember that day in the summer
Now I feel quite a bummer
You thought i was crazy
You left my vision hazy
Can I hold your hand again?
They say the best writers write what they know,
But lately I’ve been losing my mental going off my rocker all existential.
I’ve been going off on points of tangency trying to crack the code that’s right in front of me.
Words often spew forth from our mouths with no purpose.
Seeking freedom in our own minds we must always clear space.
But those around us are doing the same just to empty their heads,
The sound of her voice was something no one has ever heard before, it was as if the heavens above had created a melody that would instantly cause peace and security in every soul that spoke to this wonderful presence.
Keeper of secrets, once I had
Of emotion, art, arrogance; Atlantis
Songs of rage, despair, and bliss; Atlantis
So bitter sweet songs of love
Withheld words that made me weep
Bleh Bleh huer dur dur
Three groups- three crews all my friends
but i keep em seprate
And each knows a different me
Hue hue hur dur dur
And each a part my persona
Is this reality or just another formality?
I used to be a realist;
Now I see the limitations with little expectations.
But I feel ambiguous,
In a realm of endless possibilities and no responsibilities.
I see a day when all are free
From pain and from fears.
A day when all are happy,
And there will be no tears.
"God I'm here to talk today,
so please be ready to listen.
There's a lot that's going on, You see,
Your eyes see that she's smiling,
your ears hear his laughter.
Your mind tells you that they're okay,
but your heart tells you to look further.
Your eyes say that nothing is wrong,
Often times my father will say,"whats with this generation today?"And I'll stop and think about what we've donethat is so goddamned bad
Obviously the foriegn warscorruption in the state
The world is malicious
Danger is naturally there
Are you honestly ready?
You lift me up, with your strong gaze
You hold my heart, with your fatal love
You build me up like a fire
and would let me burn down the world with a rush.
What started out as a red ember,
led to a crush.
If I was skinnier, If I were prettier. If I spoke softer, if I laughed less,If I was half of the woman I am,
Strength, power, success
This is all one wants in life
Work themselves to death without having happiness
leaving there dreams behind for logic and achievable circumstances
I live in the shadows
Stand up and Fight. Everyone is always standing around talking about whats wrong, but no one wants to stand up and fight for what they know is right.
Every day,
People suffer.
They put on those fake smiles,
pretending everything is alright.
But in reality,
it's not,
Do we know that?
They could be teased, maybe bullied.
In darkness they arise
the shadows of the night
a darker shade of black
their movements silent
unpredictable
faces of evil appear
in the corners of where the light flickers
Feeling restless, hard to sleep
when will you come back?
Endless thoughts about your safety
completely out of whack...
Do you know what you're doing?
The lives you are destroying?
In a world endlessly dark
immersed in hatred, in ash,
was nearly no life left to squander
no signs of the past
Perpetual eclipses
bombarded the Sun
until all light diminished from
I am a revolving door
People crash into me
In tears they
ask me
to move.
People ignore
my dirty glass.
They never wipe
tears from my face.
I am a revolving door.
Through all this life I've never truly seen
This sharp a green or any deeper blue
Upon purest white skin these kisses be
Than what I see each coming year in you.
When days are long and nights are kept at bay,
We grow up inspiring to be out of the ordinary, to aspire to be greater than others, but i notice some people stand alone and some ban together.
They are all simple wordsSimple rhymesSimple thingsNo one tends to realize what those simple words can cause to someone.When those simple thoughts are interepted
Under the blankets of my bed
I awake.
Even if my mind feels dead
It's not.
It runs from the boogie creature:
A killer.
But even in my dreams I still seek her
(Seek me).
I have a friend who is a crab;
Her shell is dark and dank.
She sat inside, her face to hide
From hopes and dreams that sank.
The Mind
All are different
One of a kind
The way I think is not the same
Academic oriented
My parents are to blame
Always pushing to be the best
Friends are distractions
I remember the first time I met you
so clearly.
You spoke in different languages
in my ear
to distract me as you put your
tongue against mine,
Elementary came and went,While High school Just flew by,Now my sights are turned for Provo, I got accepted at the "Y".Start to Pick Classes now,Not sure what major to choose,
one foot in a thousand miles,
one star in a million lightyears,
one smile in a billion faces,
is all I have to claim as my own.
it's all I have, but
I give it all I have.
You push me
to be
someone you see
me being.
You want your dreams
to be my dreams.
You want me to be perfect.
But I'm not.
In my head, I scream.
To tweet, or not to tweet - that is the question:
Is it wiser to follow the crowd,
sharing my every thought and action
Or stand alone above the fray.
To tweet, to expose - my personal life-
Do you know what your child is saying?
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Well they don’t tell you words are rocks
They don’t tell you threats aren’t empty
They feel full, strong, triumphant
It is beautiful
It is golden
It is perfect
I am forgiven.
It is endless
It is infinity
I am happy
He is within me.
Don't forget your role
you have to keep leading
My heart beats seventy-eight times per minute,
But when I met you it fell to zero.
For I remember the day you told me that you loved me,
The days you would hold me dearly
my lemon steady collecting weighing down creating pressure. The more lemons the more pressure.. the more weight to create juice..
now lets make lemonade...
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the distance.
Poetic essay
Before I write a poem,
I think.
Every day,
A child is born from imagination.
Every night,
A child is put to sleep inside inspiration.
Whats so good about growing up?
Being a kid,to be young to me, is to be happy
It's inevitable, growing up physically is a must,
Disorder
I have ADHD
And ADD
And OCD
And a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,I,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,o,p,o,p,
Oh my God I'm doing it again,
That was so fun!
She was craving for love.
She wanted to be heard.
she wanted to be held at night
and showed off in the daylight.
She gave her life for him
and sold her soul for his love
At night when your sleep ,someone is up talking loud,
That really makes me mad, I hout to get up early tomorrow,
Your voice is so annoying,I can hardly dream,
Dream a dream of piece with you not their,
If mental illness was treated as such
there would be
no kids online blogging about their eating disorder
getting comments like
you can do it! avoid the food! stop eating and you too
will be beautiful!
If my head was an attic I would claim that is empty
Nothing worth Seeing
Nothing at all
People claim that this is a lie and secrets can be found an adventure to be had
But when I venture up into there
I dare you to try.
I dare you to fly.
I dare you to be who you really are instead of the mask you pretend to be.
I dare you to love with all your heart.
I dare you to make your life a work of art.
When you are a kid,
the world seems magnificent,
some may even say magical.
As you get older,
you open your eyes to change,
and encounter struggles.
Keep going,
Half blood,
Half flesh,
But fully family.
Sister of mine,
You have broken our bond,
Tread on my trust,
And shattered my hope.
Over the years our family has relayed to me,
An average Monday after school
I just want to get home; this rain is killing my mood.
The bleak sky opens up like tears
She’s the girl, the one who always believed in fairytales,
Escaping to new lands as her imagination set sail.
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.Like a stone that will grow no mossI must push to let others know my thoughts
There is no such thing as a snow flakes in a thunder storm
the things you say make un-warm
make me feel as if i dont belong
as a matter of fact i dont
because i have the most wonderful thing
I want to be a dancer.
To leap all day in ballet slippers,
maneuvering them into beautiful arches.
Pushing up into arabesque behind my astute body.
Stretching muscles, for the knowledge of new graces.
When you fall,
It's not just you who falls.
You may try to erect your walls,
Walls of Smiles that paint the world in pastel pink,
That powder the world in peutrid perfume, so sweet it's sickening.
Many times at night
a little girl wonders,
What in the world is she fighting for?
Disney told her love
But her parents said success
And everyone else said just to fit in
So she tried to look inside
The shield maiden is strong,
powerful,
independent,
free.
She moves with feminine grace
but with dignity
and might.
Her enemies tremble in fear
Her allies sing her praises,
I'm in control.
College, major, job, husband.
I'm in control.
Marriage, kids, wife, house.
I'm slipping.
College? Job? Husband?
I'm happy.
Teacher
I'm smiling
Husband
Hey, guess what?
Yeah, I have something to tell you, hypocrite.
I'm a human being!
Oh my goodness, did you seriously forget?
Oh no, darling, this is no illusion nor a trick.
I am a human.
Crazy talk, they say Day after day I wallow in the unfairness of their wordsWhat do you know, What do you know?Uvula of the sky, Like God's defeated eyewatching the men below
It doesn't matter come rain, snow, sleet, or hail.
My fortress will withstand any weather.
Made of the finest in protective materials,
My fortress cannot be bothered.
Some days that material is ice,
The escape that has no limits, with endless stories that only lasts for minutes, the cruel but sweet fate that only comes once we wake.
What if I told you...that I rode the short bus to school
Would you believe me?
Dwelling in my own fantasy
Color combinations compared to characteristics
Let your insecurities rain reign.
Black is my ass
I was the kid on the curb
never thought my words would be heard.
See I've been in a trap house since the age of 6
my uncle started sellin in 86'
my cousin started pimpin in 99'
She wants to scream and shout with fear,
For again the familiar danger draws near
Scars that well up against her face,
This poem is called Purpose, and I wrote it to let everyone know that there is a reason that they are on this earth and no matter who tries to put you down just remember you are going to do big things with or without them.
From the beauty of the dark, to the beauty of the sun
With you, anything can be done
You are the spark that lit up my heart
Once to be thought, that I lived in a horrid dark
I don't want us to break, to fall apart
Do not tell me how to think,
And try to tame the thoughts that run like wild horses
Because you want them to plod along like machines
Do not tell me what thoughts to have
We need to stop the stimulation of intimidation
Watch it roll past like trains at a train station
Tellin' stories one line at a time just to turn the world around on a dime back to a state of mind when we were benign aka kind
I never felt like in was good enough.
I wasn't pretty
I wasn't ugly
But I guess it never mattered
Cause no one could see me.
And even if they could
They wouldn't really see me
Bare feet running down the street
Speak louder than the words shouted in the house
This is for all the kings without kingdoms, or queens without crowns.
For the people without voices, crying out from the ground
This is one voice, a tremulous note,
Sustained by the wind and carried by hope
Let's just take a step back.
Back to times where
staying up late was a crime,
recess was our favorite time,
worrying wasn't on our mind,
being mean wasn't like our kind,
Why is it that we get HIGH to fight our LOWS ?
Many people stay high to get by
Getting high is only a temoirary satisfaction to ones pride
With pride comes destruction ,
Does destruction lead to construction
Today in English class, we learned how one wordcan have many different meaningswhich I guess explains why so many people lieand can deny it.
If you tell me some guy is “a dick”, I will inform you that
no, his name is Charles.
If you go on to say that Charles is “happy to see me”,
I’ll wonder how you know.
His roll of mints,
the pencil,
Imagination
The thing kids use to see anew
To separate them from a world of blue
Imagination
It's what artists use to draw
Black, Darkness,Ugly words that I heard from the movies I watched about slavery, This is all I am this is all I will be just another ugly dumb black girl with nappy hair.
Left alone to cry
Where are you?
My eyes are screaming for a sight of you
My heart bleeds for your love
My thoughts play memories of you
Empty Inside I feel dead
Take me away
When your father walks away,don't cry.
Because your fingers formed in the womb of your mother
It's weird how when you're younger, you think you have it all figured out. Life.
But the older you get the more you realize things probably won't go as mentally planned as you thought when you were a 13 year old.
Golden like a retriever he use to be an old yeller
until the eighth of September when they had to put the kid
I lay in bed, caressed by my warm covers.
Staring out of the window; that is littered,
With translucent, tiny little bulbs of water.
I hear it. I hear it against my window.
Tell me do you think I am blind?To the continuous jabs from mankind?Or maybe you would like to just keep me behindIn step with those composed and confinedIn a world where equality is so restricted and unkind.
Those who hear me through this poem,
are like my kindred souls.
You know that your own opinion is best,
and no one needs to approve.
I only need to approve of my own words,
my own thoughts.
This is for you: mom, dad, sister, brother, cousin, friend,
Teacher with a grimace:
“Never, she never pays attention in my class.”
“We’re sorry we’ve taken her to see a specialist”
Why?
Who am I?
Look, I know who I’m not
I’m not some hot shot, not a cheerleader, not one of those students that acts like a teacher, not a nerd, I think all these cliques are absurd
Where do I fit in?
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting,
Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty—
At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
What are they? Are they really white or rather grey? Told when there's nothing better to say. To keep you alive for another day.
Society is a mess
We have boys turning into men
In a society that says
It's alright to be disrespectful
It's alright to be sexist
It's alright to be rude to women
They're told we don't deserve respect
It's strange how time passes. Snapshots of teachers and now-empty classes. Echoes of my past in gray and white, now like doves take flight. The halls of schools and hollow sounds, now within each memory abound.
It seems as if theres no reputable or therapeutical cure to all this stress I'm misplacing
Red Bone, Yellow bone
Is there not a back bone that praises the black bone?
Is there media that praises the mahogany skin tone?
Or is it the skin bleaching creams that we own?
Everyone wants to be heard,to tell their feelings and their hurt.But, yet they walk around silentwith feelings bottled up so hard like a bullet.
I encompass the mind of a young woman
A woman embarking on adventure
Finding myself in a world of beliefs
In a world of disbeliefs
I encompass the mind of a young woman
A woman embarking on adventure
Finding myself in a world of beliefs
In a world of disbeliefs
Life is filled with pain
Life is filled with sorrows
Bottled up anger
As it goes deeper and deeper
It's too much to keep
Tears shed everyday
All the nasty commemnts i hear
Books.
Covering shelves,never collecting dust
Corners of pages bent and worn, covers faded and torn
Books are what make me tick
Constantly comparing my life to the classic novels, comparing situation to scene
Look into my eyes and I’ll tell you who you are.
Romantic, that’s just what I am.
Can’t seem to work it out though – not that far.
When I walk down the street
I deserve to be seen
Not as an object or positioned at the feet
Thirty Thousand two hundred forty minutes,
The length of five hundred and four hours,
A total of twenty-one days,
Three weeks yet a lifetime.
The shiny hardwood floor smells of my biggest dreams.
the moon and the stars pay tribute to your smile. both wishing they could light up my world as you do.you look at me and my whole world stops for a while,and suddenly theres no one here but me and you.
Had a lot of disappointment in my life,
not graduating tops it,
I cry a million times,
but who hears me,
It does not matter how many times I clear my mind,
it always seems to come back,
Eyes Can’t Tell:
Let’s not talk
I
Friday walk to Union
Vegan balcony, homophobic
Chicken sandwich
Shame for eating
Casual conversation, lovely
Talk
Your eyes meetThe hollowed gaze of your reflectionSunk in cheeks andBony hands
When everyone told youYou were beautifulYou claimed their words wereUnbelievable
Every moment I lived I had to persevere.
I had man doubts and fears, slowly eroding my
mind, spirit and body. I slowly lost sense of reality
walking and talking with the friends is her daily routine
laughing and smiling is what she has to do to hide the pain
What little time to care, to change;
Oh how much time is tossed and turned away
For the pursuit of glory and fame;
Am I any different?
To this I say "Nay."
Though heroes of old, enriched in their tales,
I smile because I can
not because of you.
I frown because I do
and that's just me.
I write because I love to
and I want to be remembered.
I speak so I can be heard
The wind screams … the leaves dance … my hair claws at my face.
No. that’s not right, it can't be
I'd rather it be your hand, in mine;
The tropical breeze grazing our skin and the moon shines high above us.
A world once driven by its people and their will to overcome
this thing we call life
is now undone.
A world now driven by the need for the newest and greatest technology
when we already have it.
A world once driven by its people and their will to overcome
this thing we call life
is now undone.
A world now driven by the need for the newest and greatest technology
when we already have it.
Isn’t it saying something that,
In a world where you can find
What movies I like and what my middle name is,
That’d I’d keep you secret.
In hushed tones it sings to me
A soothing song of hope
Of dreams
Of a world that is better than what it is now
It tells me of unlimited happiness
In its notes so soothing
In its chords so melodic
Right now,
The walls are closing in,
It's really getting really hard because I'm losing all my friends,
And I'm suffocating because I'm running out of room here.
You tell me you love me and say love is blind give me your heart and i'll give you mine, but the thing that truly makes me tick are the stares that we get because were force to grow up in a society that will never fully forget.
Whatever I feel
That must be hidden
New memories I’ve gained
That must be hidden
The things I deal
Who do you think you are?
One minute you laugh and joke with me,
the next, I'm your joke.
Who do you think you are?
you make fun of the way I speak,
the way I care about others.
False hopes and false prophets,
Imaginative martyrdom in its finest.
False death and false life;
False sense and lost pride.
All of the world, painted black and white,
We Lie ourselves to sleep at night.
Time
Eternal and ruthless
Nothing stands before time
Everything rises, and everything falls
All good things must end
There comes a point in time
Where you must look out into the deep expanse
My Mind is a flurry,
a maelstrom,
whirling, spinng noise; incessant droning-
a never ending flow of
information
formulas
statistics
names
numbers,
all meaningless;
When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie
he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?"
I stared at his bright freckled hand and fire glazed hair
There are angels all around us, day and night
Though we cannot see them, they are always here
to comforts us and make our fears disappear
Angels have an amazing power to be inside a human soul
FEAR IS BITTER, IT IS RAW.
Fear causes your taste buds to be afraid of ever tasting another word ever again.
Fear sounds like white noise and your mother screaming at you for breaking her favorite flower vase.
Happy life?
You call living in a shelter a happy life?
Three kids and one parent, a mother.
Where's the father?
Being put out on the street, you don't know what it feels like.
Friends and I moving on.Two are going into the militaryOne isn't good with structure.One structures everything.
A sketch book and graphite is all I need,
To escape from worldly troblems and set my mind free.
What appears before me is unknown,
so it is just comes natural to go with the flow.
Tick tock, tick tock
The clock is a wall
Glue on the seat
A prisoner to the room
drives everyone crazy
Tick, tick, tick without the tock
Waiting for buds to bloom
Black hands hiding the two
It spits honesty from its absurdity,
Nonsense to reality.
It’s the depth of incongruity.
In this world with no constants,
It depicts the raw sense
Of who we are.
We won’t all be stars,
An open road before me
My path marked on a map
Lines smearing with uncertainty
With possibility and anticipation
Many pitfalls lie before me
Hazards yet unseen
Still I must push on
There are too many things that make up a person.
We want to compact them all
Into one item
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