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Poetry taught me how to write Poetry Prose has lots of rules and grammar and punctuation and it’s very cluttered in paragraphs, orderly yet stifling Poetry                                   has less rules
Poetry A tool that allows us to take a glipse through the eyes of others. It is like a crystal ball allowing us to see what life is like 
words fall out of my mouth like coins from a machine words words words so many words the world is made of words
how funny it is that after three days of lying next to someone, sharing secrets, matching heartbeats, and pressing lips together, one can fall in the first stages of what may very well shape up to be love.
What's set forth isn't always true, you must find what's real in you, because what's inside the great divide is your real hue, and the lines don't define your true value.
A poet tree isn't like a normal tree A poet tree is not always green A poet tree can be blue because it is sad Or red because it is mad Or a rainbow because it is filled with every emotion and feeling possible
I wish I was a baby Babies have no worries Babies have no resposibilities Eat, sleep, pee, poop, play, laugh, cry And get anything they want in the blink of an eye   Babies don't have bills to pay
My Name My Address 02/12/2018   Whom it may concern Somewhere, USA 02/12/2018   Attention all Leaders,   This is my last call for help.
I think I'm falling in love with a ghost, dear, I think I'm falling asleep. I see him on the edge of my vision, singing me soft lullabies with ethereal beats.    The ghost's eyes peer out at me,
Dear Society, Why do you always judge me? Not only me but my whole ethnicity? Why do you say I have My individual rights?
     Birds sing o'r the breeze      Life then stands so still, so free.      Lucious clouds above      Fly so high, like peaceful doves.      Can it be so true,      What nature can do?  
My American Dream is blue, I've lived through the true, Watching everyone fail, Everyone is prevailing with truth and bail,   I think poverty is cruel to the poor, but the rich gets more,
Talking. Talking is hard. Breathing, eating, sleeping.  It all seems hard. From the time I was a young girl to now, everything has been hard. Exspressing my feelings is hard but I have a dream.
There may be times when you are feeling down, when someone blows your rekindling ember, and you can't help but put the biggest frown, or raise the flag in white to surrender in front of many people who've shamed you
“It will be fun,” they said. One day in, and I was already close to dead. This adventure I was undertaking was supposed to last a week. From my pores, sweat was starting to leak.
Your hair is blond your pretty and cute, your love is unfair and your trust is brute. Your smile is bright just like the sun, one day I hope I can see it one on one .
Dear Mom, You have raised me to be strong as hell You’ve taught me not to take shit from anyone  And I mean anyone  Including you Mom
Because I love you I say I'm okay when they ask me what's wrong Because I love you I say I tripped over the rug when they see my bruise Because I love you
I’m from a small town, lonely and lost, my dysfunctional family, with a lost hope in humanity, growing up with so little, so little to love,
As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
When i am upset with boo, I Switch the ring To the right ring Finger. He calls me Ginger When I am like this. He knows i love him Like wheat cereal So he supplies milk for my Bath With Tea.
Enter the light, for it is good.  Enter the light, for it is grace. Enter the light, for it is warm and caring.  Go. Be in it. Enjoy it. For it is the light,
Everyone’s afraid. Everyone is afraid of something. Everyone is afraid of different things, But the fact still remains that everyone is afraid.
I drank him in like the fifth bottle of beer. Swallowing the toxic liquid, I relived the fear. It is one o’clock in the morning, I received a text saying, “Baby, I’m home from work. Show me your body. I love you.”
I'd spend every second with you, why? because i love you I'd work the worst jobs in the world for you, why? because i love you If needed i'd die for you, why? because i love you
A new branch has formed on my family tree... Because I love you.   You show me compassion even when we are upset... Because you love me.  
Tightrope walker, reaching to the core of focus for balance   Athlete on the beam, holding tight her thoughts for balance   Surfer cutting into the wave, sinuous burn of muscle on board
Our Love Can Bare (#BecauseILoveYou)  We respect, we trust, we love, we care In the bond that we share. Everyone thinks our love can bare  
What’s Healthy?   Having all kinds of friends is healthy. Enjoying ethnic festivals and food is healthy. Always respecting people is healthy.
Because I love you I don’t care if you sometimes look like a mess Or that you talk with your mouth full Or snort when you laugh  
Then Then is a word that I think of often Then was so long ago Then is full of fond days and memories And times I won't let go
Because I love you... I will protect you  From anyone  or anything  that I am able.   Because I love you...
Because I love you, I allow you to hurt me and to break me down until I’m not myself anymore. Because I love you, I accept being treated less than what I am worth. I accepted your flaws.. the lying.. the cheating.. well because.. I love you.
 I came out broken and wilted Out of a relationship where He did physically hurt me He did verbally abuse me But he told me
  We all know what they say, Lust is wicked, Love is weak. It clashes with our society and it truly confuses me. Sex, money, and drugs are trending,
Because I love you I dance with you I sing with you I laugh with you I dine with you   Because I love You
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The love I have for you s like an addiction, Nothing will slow down this feeling even if it’s friction, You offer me what others can’t, They can all say they how much they love me in their rant,
#BecauseILoveYou I put you first every day, Between asking you to tell me when you get home, And focusing on you when I pray.  
#BecauseILoveYou I put you first every day, Between asking you to tell me when you get home, And focusing on you when I pray.  
Put On That Other Dress. Why? Because I Love You. Wear More Makeup. Why? Because I Love You. Watch Your Figure. Why? Because I Love You.  Stop Acting That Way. Don't You Love Me, Too?
My euphoric state of mind  The pictures my mind creates Envisioning the times you spoke Of the things we thought we could create Chased by my conscience Chafed by my heart and soul Because I love you?
Days turn into months And months into years As I patiently wait for your return. Just thinking,  Where could you have gone? Gone like the wind. You left me here waiting, Just waiting.  
I love you in the morning, your hair a mess and your breathe smelly  your eyes i love to get lost in  gently blinking away the remnants of sleep. i love you when you think no one is looking 
Depression is not eating for days. Depression is greasy, unbrushed hair. Depression is laying on the couch for hours, crying, fighting an internal battle to get up and do something.
Why do I do, The things I do and say to you? In strict terms these things I do, Because I love you.   I'll comfort you when times are rough. I'll promise to do my part.
  I catch a glimpse of your dimples when you laugh, Thinking to myself, Why are you still here?   I watch as you water the garden we planted together, Thinking to myself, Why are you still here?
Remember our past and the things we used to do when we were so young and unsure? Do you remember what I used to sacrifice for you because I knew you were capable of more?  
Cautious steps in the woods Little red shoes tip-toe Humming a little song to yourself Be careful, don’t let them see  
tiana didn't ask for a prince she was an entrepeneur she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl but she took it with grace she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog 
Who says? We all have happy endings? Who says? We are free? Who says? I can't wear my hair short, or rock striped leggings Who says? I can't sing off-tune or off beat Or dance off beat or wild
Strong Independent Brave Undefeated All words I sought to correctly describe myself They were true definitions until you introduced yourself I thought I had it great The glass slipper fit
You
I've never known you And I don't intend to. I've never known your face, I have never known your name, Nor your voice,  I have never known you. You brought me into the world,
This is something most alarming, All the guards are scurrying, swarming, Carting 'round the great Prince Charming, Knocking every village door!   If you ignore 'em they come charging
Not my fault, They say Not my fault that you could not make something of yourself, in a land that gives Everything... Not my fault...not my problem... Not my fault,  They say
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;
abandon ship please abort!  abort! they don't  want you here anymore    my pathetic mask it screams!  it screams! it is with deep sorrow I must inform you, my previous
it goes like work work work work work fifty hours in three days, i'm not management though daddy ain't never let me anything but great and i wish wish i was anything but cuz these white folks?
America, the home of the free Founding Fathers resisting a tyrannical power Oh how we brought them to their knees And now, here we are, at the end of our nation's hour With the violence taking over the world
Is America great? Or is saying that a mistake? I see our addiction to doing, I wonder where there is time to reflect. As the spring flowers are blooming, No one stops to smell.
Oh to be in love Love, that fickle thing To yearn for time with them, yet never appreciating the time that you have To find someone whose soul thrums at the same frequency as yours
  I look out into the congregation of individual souls, Temporarily blinded by the whites and yellows on the horizon, A feeling of peace and content;
 Open up your sleepy eyes Darling Wake up from your dream This isn't paradise Face reality as it seems
Who am I? I am a woman of color that God made to be strong. I am beautiful and full of pride. Who am I? I am a daughter of a strong black woman. I came from generations and generations of struggle.
Open. I see my window and the light shining through, I smell the toast in the kitchen, I feel the sheets on my bed, I taste the damp air, I hear the singing birds.   
Determined, empowered and bold Words that always screamed my name My life My identity, Now embossed, and sealed on the life of another   Did I create this? Me? Did I make this?
All I wanted was okay as a child, a teen, and an adult All I want is okay to smile, to laugh, and to live And to be okay No struggle, no strife, and no pain
Night  it's to be a time of rest and restart yet all I know is how it tears apart a family a love a being   it was night that a young girl had her heart shattered
A year ago today, I began to count down the months. The months, the days, the minutes, the seconds, Until the Deadline.  The Deadline had always been there, Hanging over my head,
Do You Remember? By Jovanna Justo In Loving Memory of my cousin Fabiola C. 1997-2016   Do you remember how we used to play?  
Winter. January 30th, 2016 I officially start my 19th year. I am strong and I am proud.   Spring. March 2016 I begin my journey into sisterhood.
A smile is all I've got When he makes me feel like I'm not worthy. A smile is all I've got When he decides his words won't hurt me. A smile is all I've got On cloudy days of gray,
Mom lights a candle A diya, a lamp I have to choose Red or blue   Voices of reason Larger, louder
November 26th, 2016 I sit in my room Crying Hoping  Surviving Welcome to seventeen year old me Currently crying that you probably did not get into your top choice for college
It’s been black, a long time. It’s been lonely all the time. I’m ready, yes ready. I’m ready to move on. And everything has changed, I can’t tell what matters
We live in a world where we allow Facebook to run and control every situation we face.Even in our relationships we ran to Facebook to relay shit. When we in our feelings of course let's get on Facebook and see how we relate t
This is a meaningless poem. Just another piece of gray trying to be a color in a monochrome world. Just a shade of gray, trying to prove that it is better to be some-what known.
My whole life has been leading up to this class-this moment. I am in AP Art. I’ve made it.  I’m one of the strong ones, holding tight through the current
Yes. I am a girl,  and no, that doesn't make me weak. I'm a girl,  and no, that doesn't make me meek. Just because I'm shorter and smaller doesn't mean you can holler at me, and cat call as I walk by, 
I wrote this at 12:25 I feel my eye, dry Sleepy an sleep deprive From staying up until about 3 maybe 5 I've , come accustom to this college live style An it feels like I'll zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Dear dad, To this very day, There is so much to say, Pen to paper, No ink, Please don't go away.   Dear dad, Each step means no less, It matters not to me,
Through the days in which I feel there is no good, days in which there is no escape days in which I cannot be in a worse mood, and my life has fallen into rather poor shape There are books.
Senioritis has hit me hard So I might as well be a bard And explain to you why I'm stressing.   I wanna be lazy  It must seem crazy But senioritis makes my nerves fry I'm stressing.
Morning Wake Up! A new day! The sun shines so bright…   What time is it? 8:54…?     I have class in six minutes! Run, run, run…!          Was that due today??
I'm falling hard, but it's my time to go.  Be who I'm destined to be they say, but what do they really know.   Senior Year.    I've had enough of this crap, I'm done. 
A cloud of Turmoil Stress can just soil Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced All the Dark Weather is  Just of Satan's Teather To Pull you in the  Sand that quicks the Despair of life that Creaks
A cloud of Turmoil Stress can just soil Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced All the Dark Weather is  Just of Satan's Teather To Pull you in the  Sand that quicks the Despair of life that Creaks
Cold crisp air slicing my lungs with every breath Socks wet from the soggy ground, Feet aching, becoming numb Everything shivers with cold January hurts  
“Loved but always alone”  
Breaking the walls; normalcy: overrated Breaking reality; imagination: falls free Calling all dreamers Calling all dreamers
You should be sorry. Sorry for cheating. Sorry for being a bad friend. Sorry for being bitter. Sorry for lying. But not sorry for existing. I'm already sorry for that.
I should've noticed that you never actually cared. Shame on me. I should have seen that you hated everyone around you, including myself. Shame on me.
I know you want me. I can tell by how you smile when I tell you a story. If only you knew that I want you too; I can just feel that what we have will never get boring. But I know that if I just come out and say it,
what are Women’s Rights? 
This easy going softhearted girl, smiles as though shes fine as ever. Listening to the screams of the innocent children, she pertends that everything is alright.   This easy going softhearted girl,
The place I call home -Jessica Jazmin Michaca Silva I come from a place where families are always united I come from a place where music is always blasting at every corner
Shots in the background but everyone just ignores them, for if they dare to care they'll  be the next reason why they are there shots in the background but society pretends not
Journal after journal after journal, one after another, Each better than the last, You make me look like a monster, You tarnish my name, And only a few select know, 
Black is the new blackThe old blackAlways black to blackand back to blackIt's back to that Blacker the black the sweeter the blackNot the deeper the lack or the cheaper the crackNot the triller the trap but the iller the rapNot the breaking of bac
Had to write for English, Everyone has their stories. Who am I? They had a life-changing move, She got in trouble for habitual lying. Who am I? I'm the one who looked forward to this,
There are two very important things that you learn in anatomy class.   The first
Him
All I need, All I want, Him. He's my favorite story, He's twists and turns, Neverending. He's my favorite view,  He's beautifully flawed,  All I need.  If I was stranded, 
Whatever. Whatever you say. Whatever, I don't care...   Whatever that--whatever--means, he can't be bothered to care. "Whatever" he said. ARGH! Just makes me want to pull at my hair  
Show me the part In your scripture Where it reads "The female shan't carry hair in her pits."   Show me the picture Of hairless legs And straightened locks And bared nether regions
I wish I were among the stars There is better than where we are I'd shine above the world below And sparkle when I wanted so Down here on solid ground there's hate Life comes with all this stress and weight
A ‘somebody’ to me is someone who is successful.  Somebody who can tell their future kids someday that you can accomplish anything with determination and self-discipline.  For me, a ‘somebody’ also means someone who can change people’s lives.
Crying the wounds she bears scratched in flesh paves the light peaking from scars it whispers future
When you see someone who is plastic Or has strings attached to their bodies She has struck again Using them as an army When their movements seem so wooden And their emotion is dry and grey
When your soul mourns for more When love's value seems poor When your heart has lost its tik That's how you know, you've made yourself sick   When the world around you seems very dark
I wear a mask That constantly changes Depending on the person It rearranges It makes me religious While speaking to the pastor It makes me peppy When talking to the chearleader
She was the doll At the bottom of your toy box The one that you'd forgotten   Broken and abused Tattered and misused Scarred and bruised   She was the doll Lost in the past
Pink Pink Pink   She wanted it It's what I wanted too The thing we wanted   I'm sure for a while she was going To show my walls had come down Together. Could it be?  
Cut
Cut It’s really very simple, I live by the blade. Cut Cut Cut  
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