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Don't be afraid to conquer your fears; Hold back your tears In life your fears are there to make things clear, They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you
  I went bowling with my mom once. It was 10 o’clock on a Saturday night in the middle of September. I think this was the first time we’d went bowling in about 9 years, but
I never cherished how precious you are Until you left and never returned to me I never valued our time together Until I started missing you badly I never thought I'd miss you this much
lost my belief near river streams waters were splattering my elbows by stratosphere beaming grin I said some things left your eyebrows in Jupiter promise you'll send doves to me
To hurt, to love, to live. It’s all part of life right? But what is this so called thing “life”? we all compare things and say “that’s life” what is life? Is it the fact that we breath. Is it that we hurt?
What's perfection, without a little imperfection? To the outside the US is a safe haven, a home, a melting pot, but inside we see the flaws. The discrimination, the hate, 
I was touched, touched by a man of sin. A man who continued to strip me apart with no mercy. He touched me. It was as if he didn’t understand no.
  I don’t know why I am sharing this For so long that cat has held my tongue And I refused to reach for it  But by speaking I know I’m cutting his nine lives down a bit     
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes agoWhen life was free for every one of us, both young and oldWhen hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival techniqueAnd death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
Painting in the wall that may soon fall apart    Sculpture who soon shall leave without a doubt    A painter weaves his bruh through the canvas    He grieves in great madness  
The sun is gone   The moon has taken its place   The stars have disappeared   The sky is no longer lite up    The darkness consumes my soul   
As i sit still/ in d belle of d beast In ma country in Africa /were d youths only knw defeat In claws d leaders is were we all dwell A better hope 4 a future I say farewell Dey suck all d wealth 4rm d oil
i would not say that i am an open book.  in fact, most days, i am not only closed, but i am bound by a lock with the key thrown away and buried 60 feet under on a deserted island. 
The blood oozes out of the deep That I have created on my wrist. Adrenaline rush, Sends a temporary bliss through my body. I clean the blood drops off the floor, Then I wrap my wound.
I, travelled amongst the jungle Searching for a rare species, Which people would call em' the blue bird.
30 pieces of silver
Just Breathe but how can I breathe when I'm drowning? Drowning in every thought shouldn't think In every tear, I long to shed In every cut, I itch to make How can I breathe when I can't control myself?
for my whle life its just been me in my own little world. neverletting anyone in. if i ever tried to explain it would just come out a jumbled mess. no one has ever gotten
I am not who they say that I am I am not The smart girl who is always happy. It is not rrue that nothing brings me down.   I seem happy because I let everything out into my pillow.
The journey speaks to teach,to breed the minds resurrected from addiction conquering fear whilst paranoid
His assurance gives a distance  The spaces of solar lights and magnitude  reflect off my eyes, only wanting to gaze  Energy of his presence radiates in my movement  I hold grasp 
She glides in white light As i look down, nothing speaks to me more  Simplistic, symmetrical My worries spread into the water  Its almost a sign from God  In farther distance, becoming clearer 
The white pawn Forever loyal on bended knee Sacrificed right to be free But he fights doubts dusk till dawn  
Roses are red Violets are blue The sugar was sweet Just like you So bright  And so beautiful Yet with venom for me And a love not to be full My roses turn red
The first breath is full of tears and smiles,Awoken by a beam of light.It is cherished by many for a lifetime,Allowing more than million wonderful wis
Calloused hands Strings of Gold In three bands (or so I’m told)   Jet Black Studs Turquoise Hair
the carbon hardens after sinking farther into the dustthe earth compresses and turns a mess into a value of lustby forming a stone that can survive intense temperatures
At the verge of losing control, a dagger, enters my chest, sent from his eyes, filled with indifference, one tear, no feelings, poison gushing from his lips—   Breathe.  
Behind a screen you may be safe, yet brave. Mind you, actions have results, be careful Of these happenings, you take to your grave. Coming to haunt you, despair is awful.  
You’re usually not that blunt. It’s usually sewn in with threads of: motherhood, divine goal, dating advice, dances, I usually just   don’t exist.  
Now I’m gonna tell a story. Of a black man who was manipulated to be What society labeled all black people to be A black man who tried to restart his life
Can we close the gap between Love and Hate?So I can worry more about tests than being shot for a mistake.Can we close the gap between Friend and Foe?So I can tell a secret without starting a war.
"NO!" "STOP!"  Don't let them see Don't let them hear you cry I know pain is the only thing you can feel inside Flashbacks replaying nonstop in the back of your mind "Mommy, Daddy, where are you?" 
Life isn't fair We don't know when and where  But we know for sure that we'll be sent up there Life's taken left and right  It's all hard to bear  But some people just don't care 
Through the hollows, into the grey Across the rolling hills of pain Run all night till the darkest day. When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain
Saudade By: Sydney Johnson   A feeling of melancholy, longing or nostalgia   It seeps into
You stare at your wretched hands, Blaming yourself for all the waste you threw into the ocean, For all the animals you scared away, And for all the flowers you crushed.
Guns. They have become the sleepless immortals in our country. The instrument leading to too much blood spilt. The goodbye 17 students never got to say.
The smell of burning wood floats in the air It's a nice smell A smell that I grow to miss My moccassins settle on the floor Where those who came before me have settled My regalia acts a hug
The smell of burning wood floats in the air It's a nice smell A smell that I grow to miss My moccassins settle on the floor Where those who came before me have settled My regalia acts a hug
As I struggle throught this land Of hopelessness and fear, I pass a sea of faces- Ones that hold no cheer.   I cross the sea of betrayal And over the bridge of doubt, into the desert of despair.
I just wasted yet another check on magazine subscriptions: Teen Vogue, People, In Style, Essence  Those celebrity tips to get skinny, the plastic surgery ads, look at those models so pretty, thin, and slim.  I wish I could look just like them.  I
I got focus on my craft just to make a difference Sure it's all authentic when i make a sentence It got hard i used my smarts to create my interest
  The sweet salty smell of the sea. Gives my heart a gentle reprieve. From memories that no longer comfort me.   I walked down the shoreline a child.
  The sweet salty smell of the sea. Gives my heart a gentle reprieve. From memories that no longer comfort me.   I walked down the shoreline a child.
She burst in and broke  up our confidence and fear English and coffee
red faced offender... whistle toned disrespect stapled to my thighs,, left from before,, no, this is not your invite.
I want to master the skill of only having to flail my arms backwards and have my skin come off, not that I already posses it or anything.  Instead of piles of laundry there will be piles of skin all over my room.
The Picture Society Paints   Rape culture It normalizes abuse Objectification glamorizing assault
Rotten souls Destroyed bones No happiness at the bottom of the bottle Alcohol doesn't end the pain Only temporarily pleasing the brain. A false reality,  An unstable mentality,
I don't think i need a partner necessarily to be happy- i think if anything i need more self love.
Black History. An idea of substance, of value, of culture. But some prefer to see it upside down instead of right side up. Violence, discrimination, hatred, unjust laws seem to be our new culture.
5 silhouettes stroll through a white town alone the sight of them causes residennts' mouthes to foam 4 jagged stones are thrown aimed to shatter the dark kings' destined thrones 3 skins ripped to the bone
“When a school bell rings!” RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
Someday, someday, you get a thought that processes through the mind
What does it mean to be a black man in love? Does his fist uncoil for the hand he dreams of or does his chilled heart melt away because of the fire within her eyes?
They say it’s too late Why didn’t you speak out sooner?   Well sometimes it takes a while to realize our truths And when they finally come into clarity They choke us up
For   I am a young woman of poise and rationality but there are times when I'm nothing but scared.   People pass and go but surely they'll never know
Kinky they say,  Too curly to be cared about.   But the coil is my culture; Constantly defined unattractive,   Under-appreciated efforts, Tragically tainted tries.  
As I wander, lost, alone, desperate for company,My heart grows icy and numb, my eyes go dim, and my soul gets weak,As I wander forlornly, I yearn for love, lost out of reach.My mortality is evident in my mentality, and through my actions,Which are
We admire the reckless beauty of the overgrown fields, overrun by explosions of sunshine-yellow blooms and tall grass, swaying in tune to the gentle wind,
Thick feathers protecting soft down Feathers muddy brown reflecting sunlight Sky’s scent absorbed in flight Piercing eyes knowing secrets Eggs in unstable nested in an unstable world  
“Toxic” You were the first faces I saw             Yet the last ones I ponder                         No, I don’t want to come home                                     Why? Oh. I forgot
Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle. Looking towards the foggy moors,
DNA from the donor is wiped clean and the desired DNA is inserted. After performing the tasks the cloning process begins, But something has been lost as well as gained.    
so when Geoff sings “here’s to this year I never thought I’d make it through” I put my arms around someone else who did make it & swayed along as the clock swung itself past midnight at the end of December
Life counts down like the clock Heart pulse is life's expensive time Life too weird to live Time too rare to seek Time is illusion After every heart pulse;can't be reversed
We met in school and we became cool  we started to hang out  trying to know what each other was about  we spent a year together then she left and said she would not be gone forever  we found trouble together
Lips so bittersweet kill me in my sleep A taste so heavenly leaves burn marks on my cheeks Scarred by our romance the heavens bleed Onto silk white sheets  
Thank you for the scars that litter my brain. Thank you for the tourniquets to brace the pain. Thank you for the reminders of what I’ve lost and gained.  
If there was a river Where I could drown my sorrows fine If there was mountain Whose shield would never shine A mountaintop of treasures As she protects it all   Standing tall As Valor
I see that you're on the move again, always in a rush  Never one for simplicity, constantly on the run  I ask if I can come along, to which you aquiesce  Hopefully we can be successful in having fun for ourselves 
I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like. If you can feel everything, hear everything. Every smile you’ve ever seen, Every thought you’ve had,
From a world of different cultures, there is a shelter, warm and tender.Displayed from the blessed rains of Africa,
  Shy, introverted She taught me how to break free The shell has been cracked
My hands move methodically Like I’ve done many times before. This time is different, it’s history I push and pull the needle more.  
    We start conversing but I become unlink Coughing, looking at his teeth I must pray.
How come there is nothing to write When I’m not in pain Nothing to lose A whole world to gain I’m glad for the cease-fire Shelter from the storm But I miss weaving fine silk From my cobwebs
waves of desire. stormy days and his ocean eyes, and a world of hurt being left to decipher what I did I did wrong, what put me so far away from what I wanted even after I wrote you a song
The maturity of love is in all Whether you’re a dragon, a wizard, a massive cat, or a mountain wolf goddess Love grounds us and molds us into the people who we are today
It hurts knowing you're smiling with her  It hurts knowing you are looking at her the way you used to look at me It hurts knowing you're texting her the way you used to text me  It hurts knowing that you are kissing her 
Her name was Blue. Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that. It’s rather for the reflection of her eyes, displaying our earth, our universe, our entangled minds.
The rain falls steadily on  the waxy leaves. I smile and feel the drops fall gently on my face. The birds are only slightly bothered by the water; they twitter with annoyance
I searched for it -  In the pieces of my broken heart, from the hollows of my soul You see, being comfortable with myself isn't something that I know But I try.
Hello Daniel  I could still remember the first time we met  You were 5 and I was six  My father nervously adjusted his lips and posture to introduce us, I was too young to understand the label “stepbrother”
Yellow Roses    For you to be so at peace, but for me to be such a wreck.   You were like warm Yellow rays; humming down into the quiet meadows. You were the Yellow Sun setting
She is the one who showed me the way to this world. On how to survive, be liberating and know the worth of my every inch. She is the one who taught me when to swallow my words and when to have long pauses.
    Eliezer Wiesel  Ruta Sepetys  Kids who suffered  Was 13 when Romania was invaded  
The Race I came to wear old jeans, I was racing, I completed the format.   I hold you to a higher standard.
This is beauty. The stars in your eyes study me, soft pink rose pedals lay gently blanketing either side of your grin. Crimson skys and a salty sea breeze surround you, I wonder if you would let me in.  
I welcome you, brothers and sisters To the island I call my home The place of diversity Filled with courtesy and charity  
Every person draws from what they see. And hear And taste, so delicate, so fine and free.   Every person is a conglomerate of their feelings. So from that
There's a song that replays in my head And it sings of you The entirety of your everlasting beauty Your unforgettable love   I can not change what happened
He is my ghost writer The one who wants to see me ranked up higher. Helps me put in the work so I don't stress later No matter what I did he was always a fan never a hater.
He is my ghost writer The one who wants to see me ranked up higher. Helps me put in the work so I don't stress later No matter what I did he was always a fan never a hater.
My life, my soul, my heart, my whole is claimed. As long as day precedes the night it's here. It plagues me, saves me from a worser fate. As long as night precedes the day it's near.  
Just as the wind directs the sea, My father directs me. For so long, he went unnoticed Yet he stayed so devoted. Never did he waver
I fall The precipice just dark enough that no light penetrates Just deep enough where my shouts aren’t heard Down there, there is nothing, nothing but me
they smiled just not long                                                                       5 before the tears her heart was bitterly taken by the gunning
Black coffee, dirty nails, Calloused hands open a morning paper. Smeared ink, mirrored print, A gloomy world must be brightened somehow.
When I was young, Living in a world of hate, My mind created a cage. It was told that love has chains, Love must be restrained,
Ezekiel. (ee-zee-kee-yuhl). A Hebrew prophet from Babylon, known for his faith. Name Meaning: “Strength in God.”  
I couldn’t continue. The responsibility of life weighing at my shoulders.  I was young, falling back into the pressure, But I felt a hand, Reaching for me, and only me.
Mrs. Waters  Beautiful kindred spirit, Lived my life before my breath. You sail with me through it all. My captain, lovely and wise.  
I look up to see nothing but a blue canvas, dangling, threatening to collapse over me. Existence stalks me as a gust of nothingness reminds me of my
To see you in another world… To think I can! To know I will! A world that holds the greatest mem’ries Of laughing, loving, And of you, my
My sister always tells me, jokingly, as she always does,  that seeing as she’s my older sister, she’s known me for literally my entire life.   She says, “You don’t know me,
Speak beautiful words to me. Let your love be the sun I need to bloom. The comfort of your hands shall be the water I need to stay alive . I am the art piece everyone wants.
A mother is pushing a stroller with a week’s worth of food and a child inside , whom she adores , she has a man but she knows he is one she can't depend on, so alone she walks ,Independence is now her middle name, and Pride is her daught
Words. Us. Crashes. Bus. Fire. Burns. Screams. Urns. Funerals. Who's turn... Is it? Gun shots, and bullet wombs. We're killing ourselves.
Living, breathing, exposing ourselves to one another, I wanted more than anything to feel, touch, express like the others. The one in my life existed but they didnt, They could stay up all night with me whereas
As the rib cage rips for the heart opens. During, that moment as the heart is becoming broken the mind remembers. Then, forgets devotion & numerous emotion.  - D.J.T. 10.13.18!  
My mentor is the weighty, wheezing breath at the top of a steep hill  on days when I already know I’m late for first period. It's the carbon dioxide my lungs won’t let out in a sharpie-smeared bathroom stall
She hangs the flyer: "Sale: baby shoes, never used." Later, a gunshot.
"Honey, that's so cliche."You mutter those words as I tuck your hairbehind the ears that never fail to listen.
A part of your life Best,beautiful,emotions and lovely moments..... It'll never come back again. A parmanent mark onto Our soul,mind and life.... Memories is the one with which
As long as I can remember, my parents have been my role models. They have always had high expectations that molded me into the persistent worker that I am today.
He had a pig heart not the whole heart but the aorta (a replacement when the old one no longer did the trick) It would be years until I saw what that looked like
along with dusty and rusty road i'm travelling through my path those wicked ways i've encountered are those obstacles, which I need to pass so,
They see me I see them  they go towards the future and I while I try figure out time Its a wave till it reaches a shore  Reach is the definition of time  With time they are able to see me 
Overhead planes flew Screams, guns, explosions That’s all I could hear I saw feet of my friends running And ships exploding. My mouth was like a desert My stomach tossed and churned
As summer dawns, our love is delicate like the sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze As winter arrives, our love is wholesome – it’s the fire crackling to keep us warm  
My love starts unfolding at the shore. Beginning at the rocks surrounding the flame pit solid, impenetrable, guarded, grounded but prepared for ascension as it harbors in the warm light.
*Chapter1*I stood still,Never thought of being' shaken, taken for, coz love was granted.
I hear your roar as I toss you high into the sky. I feel you cold in my hands yet so familiar with warmth. Your colors can been seen from afar, Beautiful, Intimidating, Graceful, Forceful.
Why does the moon  absent? She must be tired of faces She decided to be absent To get what she is worth To know how she evaluates As she tired of looking down She tired of seeing the earth She tired of looking to the face Who hate himself and his
 My black son even though your fearless, I'm not I pray you come home everyday. My black son you may be cluess about what's going on around you but I'm not I'll guide you to knowledge.
arcoiris all the colours of the rainbow, are there for us lgbt kids to glow
American made behind bars of bone Freedom buried deep in the marrow Huddled around a trove of syllables rather left untouched
sometimes i feel so close to the earth captivated by the beauty around me the flowers glow, calling for attention ahh they're vain, pretty things and the trees stand tall, magnificent and imposing
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.   As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,
She sits still, her voice cracking from the fear of the hideous creature before her. Any slight movement and she will be killed slowly and painfully. The girl grows rather querulous waiting
The leaves of autumn spill and fall. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, its rhythmic sounds. Early Morning symbolical verses and rotting leaves that reflects my aching brain.
Before grit or tears When life was lived in a misty cloud of pink and baby blue You were the Gondolier Who swept me safely away
Trapped in my own tempest You guided Becoming my hope to safeness I sailed Turning my darkness to light I travel
Sometimes, there is a burning in the back of the throat I always wonder why, but then I remember We used to share the same air Breathe the same smoke
This tale is true, and mine. It tells How I almost lost the light I was certain I would lose my way For it was dim at the end of the tunnel I was imperceptive
A face of beauty that bewilders- On and on did it kill her. He shouted that she’s only his,
Dear mom and dad,  I know you always wanted the best for me. Giving me everything I always need, so I try and make you proud. Living your dream through me, graduating from college and having all I need.
The lenghth of a beat and the sound of a voice With melodic tone and soothing wave a rest here, a rest there, an eightenth note run a crowd may applaud the success  of the singer in that sparkling dress
To most people, a mentor, is a person Mother, father, brother, sister family or friend Rarely are they anything else My mentor neither lives nor breathes; She does not speak or sigh,
A small Alaskan town Enveloped in a calm, magical mist Where everyone grew up on a steady diet of Chocolate brown X-tra Tuffs, playing outside until dark descended, and rain that never stopped
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To whom it concerns: To everyone who has taunted and teased me: For the color of my skin. For the texture of my hair.
Waves Mama, I’m sorry. I could say those words so many times
The trees sway With the wind so strong The sky turns gray  There was nothing among Dead silence sweeps  Through the woods so deep A little girl stares  Through the midnight air
The trees sway With the wind so strong The sky turns gray  There was nothing among Dead silence sweeps  Through the woods so deep A little girl stares  Through the midnight air
A coal tar is dark, It takes the form of an ancient rock, it can never get old, A Melanin is a brown gold, the sweetness of it's chocolate can cure diabetes, so it's very rare to be sold.
  Throw the ball.                Don’t be nervous. Catch the ball.                Don’t drop it. Game at 9,              Time to grind.
Dang! look at those white marks in the sky  I bet they are made by a jet. nah is most likely a commercial plane Society: just Stop talking  what's the point of you dreaming ?
Lost At Sea; Found On Land   Time has passed  And my mind with it, Like the wind on a lazy Sunday afternoon.  
You’re a Pisces, they say, that means you’re artistic and spacey and imaginative, You love the Water. The family goes for a vacation, a trip filled with excitement, joy, and laughter,
The sun is finally high I can breathe, sinews is restored to the body that is mine I needed life And color is now an addition, An accessory to my life.
Drowsy, tired, and sleepless, Lost in my own mind, What did I do yesterday?   Scared, fearful, unchanging, Lost in the halls,
    Every time, every day that I see those flowers I think of you. Why did I choose to keep them?  
Why would you leave me?Why would you forsake me?How could you lift me up, then drop me?Pour your heart into me Then pour it back out for all to see?Tourment me with evil thoughts
Breathe One, two, three I am a happy daughter Who loves her mother Not a hint of loathing to be found Exhale That was a lie The breeze feels so much nicer Smile so much...wider
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
I am a lotus, once grown in the dirty, filthy mud A flower that resonates with the sun and the northern mountains filled with flood I am a buffalo who is big, stubborn, dark-skinned, and slow
water drips from the sky like blood staining all the land it hits the ground without a sound there is nowhere safe to stand
Baby Baby breathing Baby breathing for the first time Baby born October 4th 2002 October 4th 2002 Happy birthday baby Woman Woman crying Woman crying for 2 reasons
Thank you for what you do for me A blessing in diguise Loving you I've learned the key You truly mesmerize You've taught me how to build and grow Through experiments and stories
Each moment goes on With no encouragement to begin or end. Life goes about its business taken no Time to ask for your assistance. Take a Breathe….. The sunset and the moon will rise
The air filled with sounds of chatter and late night melodies, as the dj synthesized Patrons shared stories swayed to the beat Drinks of all sizes and varieties
Dear Black Girls,
Some days I feel more like Tea, Calm and Thoughtful. Other days I am Whiskey, Fierce and Masterminded.
The scars are on my arms as I wash away fresh tears. "How long?" She asks, "Way too long" I respond. I am wearing a baggy sweatshirt and pants. Underneath I am sore, beaten, dying.
7th Grade. Pouted lips. Black eyeliner. Mouthing off to my teachers.  One called me out And told me I was valued. I believed her. Since then Kindness tops my list.
  I want to see God like my mother does. She welcomes Christ like an old friend, and loves Him as family, but all these saints are strangers to me.  
The sun scorches on the fine, coal-black sand Sitting there are many birds popping in orange, red, dark periwinkle, and green This is my cousin’s beautiful and tropical homeland
“Don’t fear the dark” is what I was told I sit in bed covers to chin covered fully I look left and right playing Look-See I am sweating and shaky, I don’t know why My room is dark as I lay with the shadows
                                                                                                       All souls have color. And mine is yellow. It is because of you. You brighten my soul.
Dear Pryce,It's the summer after 6th grade...And you just left for Texas,Leaving the crumbling mess called my life behind.
Sea foam, like veins in the giant body of water, Contrasts against the muted colors surrounding the shore. Sand, like skin to the nearby train tracks, Clothes a suitable shield to the nuts and bolts.
The tree on the corner was ancient. She sagged under the heat of the sun, but when it rained, Her canopy became a weathered shield. Steady, tested, and true.
I thought I was drowning Who was there to save me? I'd sit and stare but the walls only echoed the loneliness I felt there Even in the cold bitter air of October I still felt like I couldn't breathe
  As I travel down the cool summer road, with the moon piercing through the cloudy sky.
When the darkness comes Creeping in through the open window And under the cracks of doors It settles over the room and hums Its haunting lull-a-by. Like a crow on soft and silent wings It moves.
Heart teeming with love, liver soaking in booze; rough around the edges, tender to the core: the dichotomy of you.  
Wide awake yet deep asleepInside my mother it had waitedInside my mother, just skin deepNothing it wants but just hatred
it happens every other time you see yourself in the mirror you feel like a ghost trapped in a cadaver sometimes tied down limb by limb
You speak to me while you drink your poison And inhale the chemicals of dust Dying down like the sun And hanging from a thread Of dreams  
Her life becomes a mess of Red lipstick defenses Red lipstick state of mind  Look but don't see Look but don't touch
This is a letter I refused to write best emotions hiderThis is a letter to myself but I'm not feeling suicidalI write what I feel try to not add fuel to the fireI've been an extroverted introvert since I was a child And honestly I feel only two th
Jasmine rice and everything nice Jade, onyx Blood diamonds Slithering snakes, Sun dried Tomato paste Take a taste Tell a tale Lives for service Smiles for sale
Rosie You was there when life had me defeated Even when I dropped my head and lowered my eyes, you knew I couldn't be cheated As a child I sat on your bedroom floor and admired you as you watch t​he soaps
I wish to be a sloth     they carry along.     Swinging branch to branch Seeming in a trance
This is His home,   It’s the little red house down the dirt road, where the paint is chipped on the inside, and the windows
A flawless and impeccable woman who strives for nothing but the best. Who has a determination and never settles for anything less.
There are stained glass windows illuminated by winter memories purged The dust dancing on sun colored air
I take a puff from the indo while watching my surroundings from my project window I see pimps,thugs,tricks,hustlaz fiends,gamblers and jackboyz who'll touch ya' been this way for generations
I am alone It wasn’t always this way it wasn’t always so drab and grey It used to be full of bright colors flashing lights  
Sweet like honey and hot red. Warm sand stuck on wet sunscreen on our skin Call me baby Make me a thousand promises, tell me pretty things.
Silent nights, without crude shouts of drunkards. And useless merry making of neighbours, is a rare occurrence these days. But I think, even fate is on my side tonight. It's my favourite kind of night,
Clinging against the walls of blood loss You're dying, though you're not living Killed; tiredness was you, babe Premature, open wound You are the baby You are silent You are born No breath
What do you see when looking at me from afar? Staring at me with those stones in your eye sockets. The lava pours over the top and out my ears.
You ain’t never lie about me.. call it how you want it. Speciality drinks is what deserves me. All that rich shit comes within life within imagination. All the cars of society to picture it like you made it.
the slendor of night, makes it seem so wonderful, such is a delight that makes up this moment. 
A woman   A beauty in an embroidered frame The master of embassy, its creator That mirror beckons her name, playfully
A woman   A beauty in an embroidered frame The master of embassy, its creator That mirror beckons her name, playfully
Before I was a bright star I was a meteor   Floating            Floating  Through an endless dark home.  I was surrounded by silence,  Not knowing there was a way out
Words drip out of the pen A realization begins to take shape Onward With the pace of a shark that has picked up the scent of blood in the water
9 to 5 living plus school afterwards Life feeling in a rut Keeping eyes on the prize When they aren’t forcing themselves shut   Outlets keep him sane in an insane world
9 to 5 living plus school afterwards Life feeling in a rut Keeping eyes on the prize When they aren’t forcing themselves shut   Outlets keep him sane in an insane world
Looking up at the sky I remember the timeWhen I received those wings and took flightUnbound by the earth and finally freeI thought maybe, I could fly higher
Fluttering sense in the pit of my stomach fills Overwhelming heart captures this feel Mind and body like one  The feel of the rising sun The downfall of rain  Opening all this pian Gotta stay sane
I lie in bed all day with my blinds pulled shut, motionless in the shadows of my own despair   everything feels pointless: the world the people in it my very own existence  
Poems incarnate the abstract, putting in place our deepest thoughts No need to retract; We can then take shots at the thoughts that make us rot.
For those dressed in long draping sleeves on the sunniest of days, quivering as they walk wincing subtly with each step   For those with lilac bruises outlined by hints of yellow
Poetry is the balm that soothes all wounds, The rose colored tint that paints over the windows of the soul.   In poetry, life can be construed in any which way,
Learn Between the Lines Scholarship Slam Power Poetry Poem Title   A cryptic poem With poem casualties.   I sit here, write here, and believe that the spirit will change them.
I was writing a poem as evening dawned, keys clacking away as I wrote about Jackie Robinson. I was writing a poem for a contest to win two tickets to a Pirate’s baseball game.
I used to believe that I couldn't do it.  I used to believe cause I wouldn't do it.  I used to believe that I could not be.  But I couldn't see what they could see.  They said I could do I just had to try.
I once fell in love with her.. Not only for her beauty but also for her personality.. I dont know whether she felt the same or did she thought that is was a game... Still I had nothing to complain for it would be lame...
A meek mouth releases gentle plumes of cool, peaceful air from the same source a warm, a curling whisper takes delicate flight. Fragile lungs exhale weightless, graceful sounds, released by lips pink, chapped, aware, of 
Soul Able Animal Celestial Bodies Functioning Skeleton Brain Blood and Bones  Material Light Forming Being Spiritual Physical and Mind Bodies
 Poetry....... a simple yet inquisitive word, filled to the brim with intrapersonal meaning A space where my soul, emotions, and humanity have important meetings 
                               The Unforgettable Hero                                        By: Bryanna Danielle Parkoff Oh!Poetry I don't know what I would have done without you if you were nonexistent
At first the words made my lips bleed. They took like a blade to my tongue, acid to my eyes. I looked upon the page like a predator at prey, I seeked to devour each letter and understand.
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger.. For long I wished we could be together.. Share our love forever & ever
... She has this beauty which when put together forms imaginable beauty
I am from rides in the back of an old Ford pickup truck down a bumpy dirt road From Carousel rides on horses and unicorns And the tears after being pricked by prickly thorns.
Will you be my umbrella when it rains? My warm embrace when I'm afraid Will you be there for my smallest victories and biggest catastrophes? When I'm unhappy will you be my circus clown?
I can feel her force like a tsunami. Her crashing, all-consuming presence around me; Leaving me breathless and my lungs aching for air... I drown in her.
A gentle warmth surrounds me, a familiar scent. It's sweet and warm, it smells like home. It's mama's perfume. I open my eyes and I'm lying in mama's closet amongst her fancy sweaters. Where is mama?
i know wandering and weeping poetswith hardened eyes but gentle souls,and i know happy poets who tookthe world and gave it a heart, somebroken poets who healed up well,some who don't want me to write
i can fake a smile  i can fake a laugh  whatever it takes to convince you that im not dying inside becuase when i let my soul no one seems to care so ill my pretend im ok 
You feel it You crave it You wanted it. I feel, crave, and want You have it and I don’t You can not force Love  
Through the dark and vile came the light awakening a brumal beast. With hands like fire, virtuous fingertips graze upon the unrest of the cosmos singeing all connections that once restrained it as human.
Wear my heart on my sleeves I tend to get my arms cut off. Take my kindness for weakness They see me as soft.
Here you are again  So sweatly clinging to those stairs again  but you just might  swear that you  have got something  to prove. 
Look up to the sky, what's beyond  what you can see?  Are there angels  struttung, spilling and tripping  over themselves as we do? See around.  Who's beyond what you can see. 
I thought you would be there for me to catch me when I fall well, darling I have fallen for you tremendously and now it seems like you never felt the same way
I guess we living paycheck to paycheck. Apartment 1A3. House smelling like weed and smoke. Little kids with no shoes on . Mama yelling "get yo behind in the house !" Daddy coming and going.
I waved hello to an old bent tree Unsure where the journey would end. I never expected that, waiting for me, Was a wooden and wonderful friend.  
Enid Ibarra Human: A Lesson   When I was fourteen, I pressed my hand against A stranger’s chest and learned that a heart Has four chambers and cannot feel
That kid you see sitting quietly doing nothing. You know he’s unable to use his words to express himself. Scared of things he could say,
A poem, Read with silver tongues   Can be baked into warm, whimsical swirls   Or gardened to bloom in each ear
funny how perspective differ sleeping on some concrete to seven figures a poet made empathetic taught me ethics think I really have to give them credit  never had to swipe meals no debit
The thermosphere is showered with stars Sprinkling the inky infinity with transcendent luminescence Deep crimson to brilliant sapphire, they radiate Forcing even souls of malice and anxiety to eternal serenity
Right, veering right,Left, swooping left.Orange cones, white lines, speed bumps Preventing me from zooming so fast.But I wouldn't because... I know me.
The magic sweeps out of me as my hand glides across the paper, Images and words flowing out. In the end, a beautifully crafted poem rests on the pages. Poetry, hand in hand, led me down the path of introspection.
I am curvy and nerdy Self-esteem a little sturdy Hmm. can't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for But how is that supposed to make me feel good, when those people are always shamed for
When I look in the mirror, who do I see? The girl of my dreams or the one I wish to be? Society wants me to be perfection But I have an addiction to wanting to be intellect, So remember nobody's perfect.
It's like a blade that never stops twisting in your heart. When you fall in love, you fear everything about them. Their very existence is your foundation. You love them so madly you're blinded by it.
A tree stands tall in the middle of a meadow But with its bark already weak from the months of rain it was too easy to strip it bare
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become. People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
My life is a different world Uninhabited, wrong place. My mind is a cave; Imprisoned in herself. If one day in my mind you got in, you would understand. If the walls of my cave talked, they would tell endless stories.
I don't know where we are going but I hope its forever. I don't know what we see but its blinding. It's insanity. It's pain, but its so desireable. I look into your eyes and just forget what hurts the most.
the gold and crimson spilled over the grass                         flowers bloom through the snow the sunset was one of the few beautiful things there                         a rural area
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals.  So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
while waiting for this, too, to pass-- i count breaths, count heartbeats, count waves of nausea. i steeple my fingertips one by one, pretend
I can see it but I can't say it, I can feel it but I can't express it,I tried shouting,Some didn't hear me, Imagine that!  I tried to display,Some didn't see me,Just like the second coming,W.B.
Wake up! Can you see? They`re falling down to their knees, Laying on the ground with blood falling down heir cheeks.  Listen up! Are you deaf? From a distance you can hear them, Soldiers yelling in miserable pain. On the land they called, “No Man’
My heart is pounding. My head is racing with every single outcome in my head as my phone sits in between my palms with a decision to make that wouldn’t be easy.
My heart is pounding. My head is racing with every single outcome in my head as my phone sits in between my palms with a decision to make that wouldn’t be easy.
I haven’t been getting much sleep lately my eyes look as if it was ready to pop out, so i’ve been sleeping in between class.
Day in day out, I'm staring at a TV, but never did I notice someone looking at me. Scraping on the glass gave my heart a leap, as two glowing eyes look to flea the heat.
I stand behind in the abyss watching the dehumanization of my people. We are called the lesser, not considered a human being, animals. We stand in fear, frozen. We stand in sorrow, defeated.
Everyone is different with contrastive thoughts and problems, As I read through the minds of others reaching for a release, I come to this conclusion repeatedly,
My heart started racing when his name popped up on my phone’s screen. I flash back to the many nightmares of him hunting me. I'm caught in a state of fear, attempting to read his mind,
Dear Men, I can't even remember the first time I was catcalled as it happens so frequently it now feels like a routine.
What has peotry taught me ? Where could I  start , it all starts with a song that flows from the heart. We have all been taught to read between the lines, all of our thoughts within  our minds 
    Each one of us is like a distinct geometric figure, Bounded by its boundaries, bound in its apparent isolation,
I am a song of myself. I make beautiful songs kissing on every note. I float gently in the breeze relaxing with a drop of smooth clouds. I am spring radiantly shining with unbreakable words that no one
It all started with a purse. A beautiful deep plum crossbody. Embossed with a household name. Kate Spade.
Nothing matters except the pen and paper, how the ink flows so smoothly on the paper.  Every word that that paper embrances has meaning.  The words drip from her mind through the ink. 
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
Medications whisper their spells in my ear Doctors did not believe what I saw in the mirror I am a monster of their magic At night I am released from their magic spell Only to be taken again in the day
If you are a dreamer, come in Come into my hauntings We have much to talk about Running, closed doors, alleyways, and storms Come, come you are welcome in My hauntings are my dreams
What happened to my sister? Smart, beautiful, loving, and caring. Long brown hair, pretty blue eyes, 5’5. Pink and black jacket, jeans and black D.C.’s. Kaitlyn.
I Spoke To Her & God Today , I Cried To Them Both , I prayed for my family that they would get through this , it wasn't no Joke
I’m an ambitious man. A tool of destiny, a puppet of fate, transcending all of humanity. Cunning and charismatic, I seek
I bet you’ve never heard the tale Of him so slick and sly. You turn your back, and poof he’s gone! “He was no good,” says I.   One day I looked into the coop And there he stood, so cool.
Hush!   See that glowing of the river-nymph, skin lit with the sun’s admiration? Trust the slow glide of the wind’s tresses to lead her back to home. She dances with a flame that sears
I am studious and inquisitive, wondering what life has to offer.I wonder about my future family, what kind of mom, wife, and grandparent I will be.
Breathe, in and out Curtains closed, Slowly open Smile, Bigger, Happier Don't shake, Don't show your nerves   Move, Grace, and poise Children watch and Dream One day it will be them
tick tock teardrop second hand falls minutes pass poring pouring through the hourglass
The wind rustles the trees today the same as it did yesterday; I trust without willing so, that it will tomorrow. Her company I hope to keep, and practice the faith and love
I'm afraid of heights, but that's not all. There are no ropes in case I fall. Now that I'm an adult it seems, the only escape from anxiety is in my dreams.   I would love to wake up one day,
All it wanted to do was express itself in a way nobody had ever done before. It wanted to be revered as the artist that would bring creativity back.
The breeze sighs throught the reaching arms, leaves rustle at the tips.  The grass sways as the breeze fight the rising heat. The need for a pool or a lake rising.
I once held hell in my heart In the same place I reserved for love It singed what remained of my compassion Silently Violently Losing myself in the eyes of a dove My soul imprisoned
I have known the empty seat. I have stayed in the back—and front of the room. My mind dancing faster than my tapping feet.  
The child stood, standing in the shade of the forest. Dense leaves blocked the sunlight, which the Sun ordered it rays to strike the forest floor.
Here's to another century, wow you sound old,Luckily you still look half your age, better than more.So here is my Dad, who's more optimistic than me, Striving every day to make our dreams succeed.He say's he wants to be a Treasure Hunter, who know
There is no more hiding when you can feel your hand,writing away from the thoughts that are cemented in your head. They are no more fake smiles when you are secure of yourself,knowing that you have found a new hobby that clears the thoughts you ar
The stick-together families are happier by farThan the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
Life is not a box of chocolates. Life is an endless ladder that each of us have to climb. It is nothing but an empty dream.
First of all you dont even know me. I live so many different lives That you can’t see inside Of me anymore. I am not a girl, I am a woman,
How will you do this? Where is east? Where is west? The fist fits in the hand and the four corners touch only here. the witch's finger, the little chef, the frying pan
 I see blue and gold when the sun sets.   Sometimes the gold isn't always there, Sometimes it doesn't come back. Sometimes it is brown, or even black;
All I want is to be free. free of the demons that haunt my nights Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down. His face fades into place like the cheshire cat.
I’m not okay. I’m sitting on the bathroom tiles, Crying, Screaming, Hurting. The blade glides merrily across my arm, Slice
You wanted to screw me over? Tear me open to tear me apart. Well, guess what? You’re the only one getting that part. I’ve got wit, class, skill, Ready for the kill. You’ve got charm, lies, an arsenal
Face downIn the waterI drownedWith the liliesAnd the rocksHit rock bottom
I stand upon this venomous peakToxins swirl and knock out my kneesAnother victim of the insidious diseaseAs I crumble to the torture of the quarry
  Hey, what’s your name? I’m so charming, i’ll leave a bad taste in your mouth. But don’t put me to blame. I’m the perfect fit for you.
Inside When you see rain you can't feel it You can't feel the rain kiss your face Or the water build up around your feet You can't feel the water seeping through your shirt
I focused on my mother’s hand, gripping mine in a tight vice grip.   A welcomed pressure, Distracting me from the buffeting current of human bodies.  
I love how I don't need explanations. People do what they want without hesitation. Yet all my life, people had me waiting. Give me a moment of silence for all of the realization.
just one failure to watch  one fateful soft misstep  can bring a building down  cause chaos to erupt    i looked around for someone  i’m still not certain whom relief flooded my chest
Everybody has heard  The moving to another country for a better future It isn't easy is what they say But they were still on their way Huffing and puffing on their journey through
His fist was her feast Each night the sun sets, His hands were the shackles She couldn't find the keys to When they cuddle her in pain
A light at the end of the tunnel; A breathe of fresh air in an oasis of dry land, You were the rock; the helping hand. You fed me your wisdom and filled me with passion,
The lights of our lives will always shine Even brighter than those at Christmas time. One to worship on a glorified shrine, Ignoring this light would be a great crime.  
Diving into a world unlike any known. You delve through with no known limits. A place that you can call your own. No fear or concern to withhold my words. Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
I live life with no REGRETS I always speak my mind and shown  RESPECT But for the last 4 years I feel nothing but NEGLECT I feel like my mind just needs to RESET  
Amidst the brashness of the rain, And the vultures screeching in vain, I heard a little chirp, Acting in usurp.
Tall…   What a ride it’s been I swear you really had me fiddled You had me wrapped Like a pig in a blanket Son of a bitch…  
In daylight I was addicted  proud as a marble statue  painted the emotions as vacant  Until the colors shifted night sky brings tenderness 
Poetry has taught me to voice myself Letting it out is necessary at times Pain oozes out of my body As words come out my mouth I am able to experience freedom as a result  At last I can have fun again 
He tells me I'm lucky to live here That we’re safe and welcomed by everyone here That we have a future full of fortune and success
Lucky me..
II. The Parable of the Baker  
Come to life My beautiful reality That keeps me sane With its artificiality   Savoring Every taunting promise
Come to life My beautiful reality That keeps me sane With its artificiality   Savoring Every taunting promise
Red and white striped in a shape of a wheel,  a wheel that can drive me craving for ones loving feels, From the middle it is all pink dyed,  as though it can describe my deep hurt feelings from the inside, 
Because I loved you… Let me correct myself - Because I love you Present tense, not past because now you consider our love to be completely in the past It hasn’t changed for me…10 months later
Feeling so lost In a place full of roads Everyone is on board While she's stuck Waiting on nothing Yet She knows that her time is burning Not knowing what to do Join the plane or train
It's a struggle My body squirms every time my thumb hits the blue arrow Reveal too much and I become a slave, she's the Jew's Pharoah Conceal too much, she may turn away, This is my conflict, my new peril.
One step at a time My feet pad toward the flagpole near the horizon Nothing stirs in the flat land surrounding me Nothing crunches under me shoes on this dirt road
Being a poet, I've learned to... Express my emotions On a piece of paper Confess my devotion To all that I love and stand up for I have a voice that must be heard
You’re proof that amazing girls still exist You’ve taught me the importance of humility. Meeting you showed me that there is a God, For no accident could have created your beauty.
To the bro who wants to be with Bae, Take heed of the things I am about to convey About the girl who will change the world someday.  
A Poem, a poem, What is this thing? Poetry, a thought That is the crowned king.   If we could see The world truly, We would know that All things are poetry.   
I'll tell you the story of how I killed a Phoenix A Pheonix of the brightest red and orange colors Colors that burned and flamed and lighted up the night, but One Night this bird and I would collide
In my eyes  I see no sunrise breathing for the last time How much time before I hit the ground and  flat line Pictures from my last ride marriage  to a undead bride
The sting The pain The tears All because of the blade Its my weakness My Enemy Its My key You think it hurts Nope! Its just a tiny sting. I say just one But one turns to two
The sting The pain The tears All because of the blade Its my weakness My Enemy Its My key You think it hurts Nope! Its just a tiny sting. I say just one But one turns to two
Bibiana Before your stone, I stand a prodigal This creed of despair is all- All that is left of my grieving ink You our dearest rose Found it fair to wither So the will of God could blossom
I will climb up my tree of poetry; Onto the highest branch, Far into the leaves Where the birds will sing the thoughts I, once, could never focus on.
Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do. Should I talk to myself? Or watch movies in lieu Of the time I wish I had To spend here with you. Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do.
The inner light of diamonds seen Saphires  of the clearest blue The different shades of emeralds green
You propped your torso above the sweaty mat, resting on tense arms, arms rippling and sculpted and wrapped in serpentine tattoos I'd long stopped crunching my body into a pretzel
Smooth wooden handle 6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open to reveal stainless steel The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints and a speck of brown   It smells of dust and of dried blood
Lights... Camera... Action Line by line Scene by scene rehearsal after rehearsal The characters interactions The set, the props, the costumes The director's cuts The blocking, singing, dancing,
Can’t feel anything in my legs because  all I feel is numb My mouth is taped but I feel like swallowing a gun In all my 17 years  I'm just trying to be the one
There are some things, people do, When they can only feel blue. They take the silver, make it rust, For they feel that they just must. People see, but do not tell, Scared of what hides behind the veil.
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom  Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
On a warm summer day, a young child was walking with her parents through the New York City shops. A crisp 20 dollar bill was clutched in her hand, ruffling in the slight breeze as she skipped happily about.
Dead on arrival  feeling suicidal I’ve  never killed anyone but I'm always on trial I'm no liar if I am hit me with a piledriver
A world filled with terrible things amok, Where people are rigid and getting stiffer. There lives a man who refuses to be stuck, He is known as the runaway drifter.
Pitter patter of the rain on my head Sends the fears straight to bed,  In the things gone unsaid.    And the crackle of the thunder Sending all the pain asunder Taking respite in the clouds
What is life? Life can be full of emotions or pain It can sometimes bring you down that you feel weak By years go by, you start to over come those emotions
Leaving lather on the floor is the best way to leave the shower tonight. Water beads, down the drain, but her hands glide. She speaks few words, and quivers her lip, so heavily in this night. I love your skin, you simple fool.
"My love why do you keep me, i am ever so tinyI may not be a babe or even that whiney...but I am so small yet you make me feel so goodand you protect me despite the whole neihborhood
Your smoked filled eyes Holding the thing in your hands, Precious, you say. Your smoked filled eyes, Holding the lies you told me “Friends”, you say
Too many hours were wasted as a child  scrubbing away at my mud colored skin.  Too many prayers were spent questioning God as to why I was given the “bad color”. Because that’s what we were taught black was, right? 
The stars glisten in the night sky Shining like diamonds The fire burns a hot blazing red Warming even the coldest of nights Fireflies lighting the dark sky
“I love you”s and “me too”s suddenly become silent under the weight of it all. The pressure seems too great for one person to bear, but there are more hands waiting, waiting for the plea for help.
I just want to be  remembered for what I’ve done But lately I feel like I'm going numb No one understands where I come from  I just want to levitate in the sun  
Mediocrity was the only one we ever cared for. The fear of mediocrity; being questionable, no longer normal - entices us.Every breath a little louder till the coming storm shadows its wings. 
If love was in my veins And love was in my blood The way the thunder rumbles As the lightning strikes six miles away
When he took over my thoughts He did more than just manifest In my brain He became the heartbeat that kept me alive
Luscious lips Long locks Liberating legs She was He was They were
Some say that all they need in life is someone  to love and cherish forever To hold tightly in their arms and express their undying love for each other but, let me explain to you, that's not me
My mind is always m   o     v       i         n           g             y         e       l     l   i n   g s              c
Our hearts are wild creatures, perhaps that is why our ribs are cages; I think not. For they are the silly crazy foolish little things that go about slipping and sliding, and more dangerously, falling in the dark.
tell me that you want a tree, an Apple Tree. the fruit you desire, it will produce but, if you, plant it first. the tree will give you many years but, if you, will give it drink.
    I  sit here with my decision split My head wants to stop but my heart won't quit   I don't even  want to talk about the fire I lit
Everything comes down to thisThis is where is culminatesI'm taking off this suitI don't need it to play a saint
This is the hardest part I've  ever written  That's why I keep my distance while I go itNot all heroes wear capes I wear a maskI would do what I need to hell my  heart is already broken
Swinging back and forth life is on  meditationI'm sitting here going crazy  sucide  contemplatingYoung & hungry heart made of iron trading  places Why do I fight to the death when the angels are waiting
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
There’s a soft patter of mice in the attic, as they rummage around in cardboard boxes, opening their eyes to the brilliant streak of sunlight
Kill me like criminal justiceDo you need help take a seatWhen I die examine meHave my blood flowing in the streets
can  you be my guidance? the one who leads me through the way the one who clears up my mistakes  if i were to go back and say this again  would you still wanna be my guidance ?
I do fear darknessI fear what it showsI fear what it does not show I do fear darknessWhen it highlights what I amWhat I am notWhen it enlightens me:There are things I cannot do
My footprints and fatal errors in the past are drowning me. Killing me with such guilt and preventing my breaths. I wore an armor of thousands summer.  
  Instead of giving me a necklace Made up of his hands   We sit in his Grand Cherokee And listen to our favorite bands  
“what do you fear?” she asks. i ponder. i think deeply. what do i fear?i look at her. her bright eyes gleaming into my own. her lips magnifying, pulling my metal heart closer and closer to her.
these thoughts haunt me endlesslybut your spiritual presence projects a thick barrier, reflecting theseattacks back into the darkness of my walls
I've learned how to live comfortably in the chaos. I breathe it in like oxygen. I let it wash over me like a summer rain Soaking it up like sunshine It's built itself up around me Four walls and a roof
As the leaves turned west and the trees covered the trail and the roots grasped the sky and the thorns stroked the bare the overwhelming flow of the universe filled up the scare.    
   Beware, beware, be skeptical, of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold, Deceit so natural, But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.
Like the angel you are,You laugh, creating a lightness in my chest:Your eyes, they penetrate me.
To my Teachers:I am the student who "changed"The "bad influence" in your class,The "lazy" student,The one who never does their workAnd just puts their head down on the table    In reality, I'm just depressed and stressedand awaiting the "future" I
Judas stood besides him gave him a kiss and took him to the world he painted him with guilt just for 30 peices of silver he was arrested, beaten , spat on and mocked he stood before the concil of the ungoldly
Dear You,  i could never blame you for what you did to me, you were a tumultuous storm the roar of your thunder sent others in the opposite direction but not me.
Dear Heart, Prosaic to poetic, you are my greatest symphony. Potential to kinetic, your beats are fading vividly.   Suddenly, your strings are frozen. Even the winter has whistling tunes chosen.  
Dear future,       If only my eyes can wonder into the unknown and unlock the mysteries to be known. Why, you are a master at keeping secrets and a bad person at letting them go.
  Dear Anxiety,   Looking into the barrel of a gun, I take one last breath. No last words. No pleas. No “tell my family I love them.” I am paralyzed by fear;
Dear Atopic Eczema, As you take away barriers of my skin I have built up walls around my heart Before I knew that I was Pangea, You break me into continents
Dear dreams of mine,   You are as fickle as the changing seasons, Why won’t you do as I reason?
Dear anxiety - There's so much to tell you and this isn't me in a postcard writing after months of no word but the isolation is just the same. I have so much to tell you
Dear Brother,   Now I don’t mean to be misperceived, because I’m white and you are black, it’s something we all can see.
Dear Little One, How are you? It has been only a few years since I last came home to find you waiting
Dear fellow dreamers yearning to satisfy their wanderlust,   I wish I could always be traveling,                                        Adventuring striking royal ocean waves.                              
It’s 4 PM here in Georgia, And I’m enjoying time with my friends We’re studying and laughing together, As we enjoy diversity through our peaceful lens.  
My Dear Love,   Not long ago Flying high on a dream I realized A hole at the seam Unfamiliar with what it should mean This obsession over a broken stitch  persisted as an uncomfortable itch
dear night time lurker,
Dear First love, I met you in my chemistry class and we hit it off right away, but you left me broken, so I made you this:
Flower child: child of a flower child and you've let your thorns grow wild and I want to know why   Flower child, was it something that I said? Know that I wish I were dead
Dear My Prince Charming,
Dear Taylor,
What a lovely rose Petals as smooth as fine silk Yet the thorns may cut
When all I felt was trepidation and blindness I looked up at you, And you, you shine and glow, And seemed to live up in that endless Black universe of infinite possibility and space. And not just space the place,
Dearest You, You who glides on water You who is rapid as a dart You who do not think in matter But strikes quickly at the heart   You who flies around me Yet still out of reach
To my dear depressing thoughts,   You’ve been apart of my life for so long. Living, breathing and hurting inside of me. Its been awhile since I’ve felt you. I’m sure you’ve come back to open my wounds again.
Dear mindless zombies also known as society,
As I awake from slumber in my tiny room, I look outside and see the flowers bloom. Summer is coming just around the corner, and making everyday warmer and warmer.
I try to speak, The words of my heart, Yet, they seem to turn to bitter ash, And I choke on them, Before they can touch, The clean, outside air,
It just sucks to know that in one flicker of a moment your life could get better or worse. Normally, that thought would be so comforting and it would give you Faith, but in the circumstances of a pessimist, it's so God damn terrifying.
Dear Mr. Ghost,
Oh love, You asked me once if it was me that was using you Or if it was him. Not him, I said. Me. And you stayed silent.
There are no big memories, Because I can't exist in the small. Im tired of walking in between the two, Trying not to fall,   I can walk a million miles in an inch, Because my world is so small,
Dear reader,   Against the Earth I wonder a curious thought, That haunts me to sleep, As the moon hangs above my sorrows at bay.  
Dear deity of pure judgement,   I see something, and I am scared. I am pretty sure it is a monster. His eyes are dripping blood,
Dear Eagle Rock High School Auditorium,   I was a mere seventh grader when you were renovated. I was afraid that the 90 years of history Would be lost. I guess that’s the thing about theatre. It vanishes.
You made it into college; it's easy. Your highschool teachers lied. What's hard is being alone.  Finding yourself is harder. Learning how to "adult" and being independent is a challenge. 
In the chthonian cacophony of this Fast-paced world, that never stops, never halts Always turns, always runs, Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
Dear Self,  Sometimes when it's late at night and I feel like my room is the only vessel drifting through a black spacious ocean with the constellations above, some bars of light will begin circling around
To the Artist Who Painted the Portrait of a Heavy Heart,   Your frayed brushes with shattered, splintered handles devoid of paint
Maria,   My darling girl, I dedicate every song to you Every sunrise and every sky full of stars All the colors of the rainbow And the gold leaf on the painitngs you so adore
Dear Anxiety,I wish I could say that we have grown apartBut you like to visit at least once a day.If not every day,then every week.We sit together, late at night,talking about all the things I don't like to hear...No one likes you,Why would they?Y
Dear God,   I saw the stars in you, as I found the constellations in me; a secret unfolded for my eyes to see. A lifeless old being, no,
As I stare into the dense, forward mirror embroidered with the pearls handed down from my mother and her mother's mother at the reflection of a bronze, well-kept woman who glances down out of uncertainty immediately as eye contact is revealed- I r
Dear ------ -----:   "You just have to say it. Tell him. Trust me, you'll feel better." I wonder if it's really that easy.
Water so dark So thick, like paint. Sky so bright So blue, It hardly has a color. Through the tunnel Spiderwebs overhead Rust lining the tube.
Tender Dearest of the firefly nighttime Please go to the dying embers of night. No wanting nor wanning of the moon's sigh Will make me move towards these dying love's light.
We had no plans and began to drive Into the small town that had tried to hide   From a paper map, hung on the wall it would seem to be fields that only stretch on  
  Dear Snowflake,   oh Why Did you Leap from the Clouds, my Dear Tiny angel? Were you tossed For being cursed with an icy
Dear closed minds,   Pastel palettes far too often used to neutralize Blemishes in skin when skin is only a disguise Complexions of perfection should be make believe
Dear other half,
Dear mom, goodbye was never said When i woke from my bed And you were already gone. I sat and cried And tried and tried
Dear Creation,   I am at a crossroads with myself a sinner with high standards believing that someday I’ll find happiness with someone
leave no trace hear the chest rise and fall the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
Dear Fleming Family,   It was the year of 2007, The 3 of you moved into my retangular, wooden being Boxes touched my hard wood floors and soft carpet,
Summers were once dull, Full of light yet no shine filled me like the society I observed.  Winters flourished with productivity and absorbed my mind,  Creating a practical monstrosity.  The colors are gloomy and drear, but still give me comfort.  
Dear Flirts, My heart is broke Is it him or is it me just let me know Cause I don't know whose hand you'd rather hold Or who you'd rather cuddle when it's coldd I didn't ask 
Dear Standards of Society,   My entire life, I grew up being told to be more feminine. To dress and act like a lady.
Living day by day Seeing beauty in everything Connecting my day with the days of others I see the meaning of life I endure the beauty  I connect with my peers  Life brings me inspiration 
  Everything has began to implode when the sight of your green eyes were set on her blood red nails. My beating heart, My empty words, My hopeless life,
Dear Earth,   Your rolling fields of amber grass, Cerulean waves of primeval, And skies painted with ripe orange, bubblegum, and perfect aubergine Are no longer as beautiful as they once were.  
Dear one, I never thought my life could change  As suddenly as a sharply drawn breath An unexpected run in with duty after desire Tight words spoken in the dark Betraying the turbulent, hidden emotions 
Dear 1:00 a.m. memories,   I close my eyes to visualize music as it’s melodies create visions warped into my being, seeing what I thought to be essential  A little girl confused as to what she hears 
Dear John,   Did you know it was spring when I first met you? Remember field day, the way the leaves moved ever so slightly back and forth in the breeze,
He was different. But what came with different Was a handful of arguments Mixed with the worst feelings.
To the bystander, What is the use of a camera when it tapes a man falling? Or when it films a woman drifting to her doom? As her limp body breaks as she breaks the waves beneath
Twirling in confusion and inert anger,my introverted self can't continue in this loophole,It was seemingly inevitable that this would all crash at the roadblock,Consistent trials have all been deemed futile.
I pray to Him, I wonder if He even hears me.   My routine: Alarm set to wake me up at 5:00 A.M. After I awaken, I play some tunes. I like J. Cole, Kendrick, Tupac, Jay, Nas…
On the Day of the Sun, I heard Democracy talk about Shapes and sizes, Spite and spleen, Color and cologne Word and litter Hair and lip.
Dear Daisy I think about kissing you I wonder if you think about it too We were waiting outside to go dancing I was high and
Just stay I’m not ready to give this goodbye  It’s been one day  I went to bed without you by my side  I woke up without you, it's something I can't deny  
Dear hands, I think about you a lot now and I just wanted to say I'm sorry I'm sorry for biting off your nails and peeling off your skin when I'm nervous
Dear life,   The .9mm Beretta seemed to fit in my hand As if it were a natural phenomena And not something created by man
10 years ago there was a fire It started to burn so much higher It burned all thee trees He burned them with ease But now nothings left but desire
You fickle thing, You keep on looking,  For your reflection in others, Anxiously sending out, Clouded rays of light to broken mirrors, When will you see, That the light reflected,
to my dearest, i remember seeing you for the first time i remember falling for you for the first time it was like jumping off of a cliff & not worrying about the fall
The Cherry Blossoms began to bloomTheir beauty was extraordinaryA young girl with a big puffy sunflower dress Giggled and danced by the tree
Why can I feel you here When you’re nowhere near? More than miles And your smiles still reach me
Tune in, turn it loud. Echos scream through every empty room. Silence. The broken things we've become.
Just a young boy coming straight from the Bronx need to expect life always comes with some knocks this story's pretty tough don't know where to start maybe it's watching my family fall apart child abuse such a scary situation having to be quiet wi
Dear Anxiety,   Please leave me alone. ( Why?) You do not need to constantly question every action I make (Are you sure?)
To the soul that left me lost,   I've been writing to you for quite some time, but never got around to actually sending a letter.  
Streaks making up your black sharp shape are filled with darker paint from my throbbing, aching heart.   A tight shut beak making up your direction
dear scared,   you are tucked away   you hide in a shadow you quiver with fear   unknown means terror bold you are not   not time to stand
When time dies, people still enjoy the misty nights alone When time dies, people still discover ways to move on. When time dies, I still see the look in your eyes Nobody witnessing my death before the attempted suicide.
The moon smiled at me and I smiled back All the stars  twinkled brightly too Like the face of the sky, it warmed up just for me And I could see it as I tried to return the smile
To my son.    My baby has blood on his hands,  dripping red fingers smeared across oceans and continents.  Imperialism breeds imperialism and the apple doesn't fall  far from the tree. 
                                  Dearest wanderer of sorrow,               Possessing the weakened bones which quake of agony;
I'm obsessed with that cool new air and that apple cinnamon smell of those burning candles slowly dripping wax down the side of them.
I was stretched, stretched out so far that you could see the future far beyond me and the capability of my flesh. I was drained, drained so that rather than hearing the sounds of me again you would hear the strum of a guitar.
The vibrating sound of the machinery rang loudly throughout the room. I took great pleasure in listening to its penetrating music as I watched her small statured body wreathe against the blood-stained straps
My legs crossed themselves together as the sharp pieces of grass scratched against my limbs. The cooling air passing against me sent a deep chill throughout my relaxed presence.
My Dear,   There was a time when we used to write. I was obsessed with letters And you were obsessed with me. We told the stories of our lives
Dear Life,
Keep Ya Head Up
No matter my size, I've got this power of voice, So you can disregard the opinion, Or absorb the knowledge, your choice, But its ripe, Its moist like fresh brownies from the oven,
Dear Self,   i fear for you.  i fear that one day you will do the highly thought action that crosses your mind everyday. 
Dear Anxiety,   It seems strange to be writing to you When you feel just like another part of me, An extra appendage that I can’t amputate
  February 2, 2017   Dear Person Whose Life I Tried to Make Perfect,
A candle has many forms. Curiosity exploring a dark place, Spooking the eyes with it's erratic dance A holy gateway fighting the darkness, Burning bright to show the way. A raging passion,
To what I've left behind,   When the wisps of clouds are icy waves Breaking on a beach of muted blue, And golden streams of dulcet light  Pour down the distant mountains, Return to me, return to me;
Take a look inside my disconsolate mind,And what do you find?Thoughts so evil and dark,They leave an everlasting mark.Are you afraid now?
Dear God,
Dear Claire, Life has a unique way of showing us lessons we never imagined we needed. Life’s lessons came to me in the form of your Father’s funeral, which was The First One for me.
You see life passes by day by day; people going through their routine like bees in a hive. Sometimes we need an incident to make us feel alive.  
Can you hear me? When I sing songs of my love for you. When I melt the snow as drops of selfless ice drip. When I crush the shutters Break the windows Only to see through the little moon that hides you.
I once paid bargain price for a ride on my River Styx It was a deal with the devil, not with my soul but with my spirit It was good economics   Life’s edges display on the coast and I am sure
    I just wanted to let you know That you are loved and cared for That anybody who hurts you. Fails to see who you really are
Beautiful deity of the sky and clouds above,  Sparkling with the night stars and glistening in the morning sun. The human eye could never absorb your grace,  for it would be overwhelmed by the light.
I watch my sorrows as they bleed Through the history of need We took a chance,a chance did we?   And now we still haven't won. So now our work is almost gone. We weren't smart to play the game.
Dive into my thoughts.See if you could swim, or drown in them.Reach the shore, or sink to the very bottom.Fight the stormy seas, or get swallowed by its waters.Ride the waves, or get slammed by the tidal crest.
Dive into my thoughts.See if you could swim, or drown in them.Reach the shore, or sink to the very bottom.Fight the stormy seas, or get swallowed by its waters.Ride the waves, or get slammed by the tidal crest.
Dona Julia Ama, I think of you everywhere I go. I feel you in everything I am.
Dear depression, you have thrown me around beating me Throwing darkness in my head right before I went to bed Playing with my emotions, driving me insane
To: Stepdad, “You can’t take your money with you when you die.”You left nothing here and it made you the bad guyScattering pennies in dreams of my mother being able to afford groceriesEating peanut butter jellies every night before i lay down in m
Needles stabbing my skin The freezing wind I needed to clear my mind And this is where it brought me To the place where you asked me “Will you be mine?” Yellowed fingernails Black lungs
It all started one night under the stars I was walking for so fresh air from the busy streets of South Korea Away from the fast paced walkers and cars
As I walk into the bookstore I immediately head towards the cash register I always order myself a medium hot red tea
Sorrow is always perceived as a genital emotion that is felt by many They say that it is an simple emotion that lessens over time An emotion that is a cousin to sadness that is felt by plenty
I met you one day in the Spring I was minding my own business reading in a cherry blossom meadow You can up and sat down by me and started to sing
Awake and ready to leave early in the morning I walk out into the dim light and head towards the forest with a book in hand.
It was a day like every other day that my life was like Just another school day of eighth grade and not knowing were there day will take me
My love, When I am laying close to you I concentrate your voice; Not only the context. I feel the sound vibrations tingle through My toes up to my legs, All the way to my fingertips,
His brown hair. His Night Black Bushy eyebrows. The smell of Alcohol on my clothes. The anger in his eyes was something unimaginable. A Burning Furey. The clothes on the floor of the shed along with the ability to move. At a loss for words.
To whoever cares to hear me,   I could tell you about this year in a narrative-- "My Life in 2017."   But I won't do that to you. I won't give you the details or flashes of memories,  
Life is a blessing. We are blessed each day with the gift of waking up. Yet some, some don’t wake up.   That’s why we should appreciate.
I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table. I love the smell of homemade coffee and expresso beans in the morning.
The last bells of the school year ring, and pools of children pour out the front doors of the New York City public schools The first fire pumps of the season are uncapped,
Slap!  Her world stopped.  Everything she knew was lost.  Her face burned.  A hand print was etched onto her face.    Slap!  Her heart broke. 
Upon the high cliff lies a flower. It is more than any ordinary flower. This flower bleeds with every color of the rainbow, Stars of crystals dotted on its petals and glistening in the sunlight.
I hear myself say it too often. I probably just fucked up again. Maybe you broke me, again.   Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great. Until you tell me I'm not.  
Failure,   I want to say thank you for always being there. The fear of you keeps pushing me forward. And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Charming man full of pride, With handsome lies on the side.Nothing but the moon as  guide,He believes love to be a lie.Tears that strain,Wrapping him like a chain. He fears to be dear,Loves a nice clear,He knows love can disappear;He’s cursed with
  Fatigue and pain lure me to the bleached white hospital bed.All of my joints creak like a rusty swing set, I limp over, and throw myself on the bed.I stare at the clock,My mind says,It’s much too early to sleep.But my body disagrees.This feud ma
The Quiet, Gentle, Comfort and Strength of a Butch
  I. The universe existed for more than billions of years. Planets came and left. Stars burst and lived.
Part 1- To Destiny Sometimes the world twists and turns, and engulfs you in a whirlwind.   It tears you,
So, look at me. Look deeply into my blue-green eyes and See me, see over the ocean that is my mind and, Touch me, put my body in your hands,  
Dear Automaton,   Slave to the numbers on a pearl-faced dial How much machine do you want? How much human do you need? These are the questions that run with me As gears click on, mechanical
I dream of rivers looking back At us: a look which will do crack My face, for all of me is flawed, And all that’s fair is but façade.   I dream of wind embracing us, Though in moments cleared of thus,
The rising sun is when mom blossoms from the bud that contains her sorrows She hops around the kitchen with problems of yesterday crashing with tomorrow’s
Upon reflection There’s a madness that resides Where an emptiness used to Thinking back on the kites that lead me by the wrists through the past
I wish I could tell you that I didn't drive for years.I wish I could tell you that even the thought of getting in a car made me sick.I wish I could tell you I shredded my license.I wish I could tell you all of that,
Dear No One, I address no one in particular, though I address everyone this cross's paths with. We have the same desires, do we not? The desire to watch the palm trees  dance in the wind, 
Away.   I want to go away.   Not “away” in a sense that I want to go out and explore the world or try new things.  
dear Me in the Closet, imagine a sunrise that goes on for forever,the radiant colors staining every inch of the sky you see.beautiful, right?
To whom it may concern, (present tense)....                   The wind's blowing as your soft words caress my face. As the leaves break
Dear Summer,   Why, oh why have you gone so far? With your luscious-filled trees of green? Why have you ridden on top of stars,
to the oppressed: In a world, so dark and cold where all hope is lost good and evil right and wrong are throw away like paper however plenty there is not
Dear Madam,   I hope that this letter may find you (and glad that it never will) Because you may never know How beautiful you looked at Perkins Park On November 9th
The memory I have of you is like wet crystal in the sunlight; Your color defined ever so gracefully you shape so is precise I close my eyes to catch a glimpse of you but sure enough you fade;
I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell, Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;           I pray the worldly pleasures to provide Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.  
You are still my muse. When i don’t know what to write i turn to You. You are my fountain of youth; You replenish me. i’ll never forget what being in love with You felt like
you left rain clouds as this dark night comes to consume me i can’t think of anything more fitting   i once had enough words to fill years of space your room in overflow as we spoke
On the 22nd of January, we lost you to cancer The family and I could never quite find answers  Why did you have to leave so soon?  How could this possibly have happened to you?
Dear Sasha,   Today I walked along the edge of the harbor In Medemblik, the Netherlands, With my grandmother's arm in mine. I noticed a boat among the others That looked like nothing extraordinary
Dreams of love,I'm not alone,I sit and ponder on my throneSadness, I am free ofThe end of warm arms
speak, i dont know how. Praise you through every test and trial, teach me now. when i break, when im lonely, your there to hold me. When the enemy comes to make me feel like im not loved, your spirit like an army, stands up.
Small hands, and impressionable Eyes dance. Meeting of history, cobblestone and brick. Work imitable   In the heart of young girls. Boots scurry
Dear Unopened letter, This is an ode to an open letter one that starts with Dear Friends, and ends with we will meet again an open letter isn't always open  it can be closed or broken
To Those Who Wonder Why I No Longer Trust:
Coffee slowly dripped into my soul, A scent I once detested became my greatest comfort. Your smile wrecked havoc upon my mind. Clutching that cup as if it were your only lifeline,
Dear Lover I lost, I’m a doll crafted from scraps of paper. I’m small, I’m delicate, and I sit patiently in silence.
Dear divinity.   I have many questions for you That I'm not sure you'll ever answer Because over the last few years of my life My fealty to you Has grown less and less steadfast.
My fingers are itching to pick up a pen and start writing; my heart is jumping at the thought of my favorite activity; my brain is yearning to pour all of my thoughts out in lines of poetry
Dear Hunger,   Please stop knocking at her door. You turn her stomach into a thunder storm but all she can do is ignore.   She tries to use an umbrella to resist the rain
Dear axiety ,          You've took a toll on me . You told me you would let me be. Wow how stupid coud i have been? Your a diesease that just took control of my whole body.
the pill that changes me  takes over my personality taking it everyday  its all ways the same you might even call me lame you only take so why not take this feeling of regret away from me 
Dear Those Who Think My Life is Perfect, I go to sleep at night with one thing on my mind, what if I'm not good enough? What if I wake up tomorrow, and no one likes me anymore?
Dear love,
Dear, world You told me I was stupid for the color hair I was born with, You told me how unhealthy and skinny I was, You told me how "unique" my eyes were but how weird they were to everyone else,
Remember me? I'm the one that keeps you awake at night. I'm the one that keeps you on the run. I'm the one that keeps you locked away. I'm the one that keeps you at bay. I'm the one that makes your demons stay.
You are never alone, You are always being followed. An elusive entity That is connected by a thread.  
To that tree on the hill On that lonesome hill That saw me fight My spirit killed That saw me rise And roll through my free will  
Love,   I didn’t know, That you were always there; In the touch of hands between friends, In the embrace of family.  
  She wanted to be like them The ones with all the men With soft pink cheeks Instead, she was one of the geeks She had brains and wits
Dear, XXXX You know who you are.  There is nothing in this world you could ever do.               N                 O                    T                      H                         I
Footsteps, shadows of doctors I wait in pain, punched in the face by reality   The floor, filled with imprints of visitors Fluorescent lights A pulled out couch with uncensored tears,
I am downstairs watching television by myself or, at least, I was. That was before the storm came. It’s the kind of heavy weather that weighs down my eyelids like stones wrapped around my ankles in a body of deep, warm water.
The world is suffering again;For the little girl made a mistakeNothing was allowed to stand in her wayBrown sugar caught her soulSizzling in a blackened spoonful
Lucy,   Green eyes smiling, the same color as the warped kitchen floor, or the grass that makes your toes itch   Golden freckles dancing,
My anxiety hits me in waves like the tides that crash on the beach, Hitting me hard and unrelenting and then Suddenly gone. Comparitive to the low tide when the waves are pulled back and reveal a soft and new beach.
Dear broken heart, The comfort of childhood friendships ripped away by the appeal of high school recklessness and self discovery. As you seem to find yourselves,
Dear Anger, You tear away at the best of me Cloud my eyes and all I see is you Nothing else in front of me comes through You are the demon inside of me Ruining the love I found
I met you two years ago, but I never knew your name.   I was a waitress at a food kitchen when I first met you. I instantly saw your pain.   You looked no older than twenty, but you had wrinkles like an old man.
Dark skies, Fiery eyes,  Why Zeus?  
He isn't in those bushes He holds up his mama like crutches and wishes she doesn't have to wash dishes to pay tuition so he inches Closer and closer t
What’s it like to walk in others’ shoes To live their life and see all their views What comes to mind when you think of field workers   We see Hispanic people and hardworking earners
I always wanted to be there. Helping with homework on a Tuesday night. Getting to hear about your day. Haven't got that since your mother took you away. Not just to one town over, but next to Dover.
Dear mom,  Dear best friend, Dear my love, There were parts of me scattered all over the floor. Sharp edges cut those who tried to pick up the shards,  sS they left them. I was no longer me anymore.
Dear Unfair World,   I reside in a deamland of waving stars and gentle hearts of willing ears and ignited tongues of hands reaching towards the cotton candy sky and grasping onto a cloud
Dear Younger Me,
Dear San Sebastián,I walked along your white Boardwalk made up of thousands of little white pentagons overlooking the sea
So elegant, the calm glow brushes delicately over my face. Gold, Silver, rich tones of Blue, all shades of a comforting moon. A solace I had never felt before overcomes me.
The wind blows softly, guiding small snowflakes on their dance through the sky.
Dear Grandpa   Do you remember when i came home from school when I was 5? You sat me down at the table for a snack and told me my dog Tippy died.   Grandpa, Do you remember when
One Night turns to six, six turns to thirty, thirty turns to ninety a sleepover turns into three months in a basement. A look in the mirror you see your clothes shrink.
I want to know the rhythmic beat of lust, The unstoppable wanting for more. Feeling the warmth of your body radiating against mine, Pulsating in perfect harmony.   I want to know the world with only you,
You gave me a starry night and an empty journal And said write down your beautiful thoughts. Shoot them across the universe. Plaster your words onto someone’s heart, It will adhere to another’s.   
Waves rock this boat as I sit contemplating the day. Every heave reminds me of the question not proposed. Every creak is the whispers calling me out. The sharks are there to bite me when I fall in. The whales yell at my weakness.
  The sun rises over a glittering ocean, With rolling and cascading slopes reflecting, Light beams of incredible colors. Colors that dance and swirl,
Oh my darling,What the world has thrown youWhat mother nature has cursed to youHow your beautiful mind has turned on youFor it is a rose flourishing in an endless supply of knowledgeEveryone could see its beauty
Dear Hands, I’m sorry for how I used to treat you, Like disposable gloves. Creating permanent reminders of what has been and was.
to my friend,  I hope, oh how I desperately  long for this letter to  find you well, and prosperous and  healthy and all those things the world holds dear,  because I love you,  my friend. 
I lie in this bed waiting for the dreams to start. The waking dreams begin and as I glimpse the chaos, I breakout in a cold sweat.
I am the fish you won at the fair a week ago Do you remember the joy and love you had for me on the first day? How about the bright smile that shined on your face?
IHer bright blue eyes glow,While her short blonde hairBlew in her face like a curtainFor a show.II.She was small for her age,Tiny and slim.Not too slim.Not too tiny, but just enough.
Mom, You are my literal everything,  My entire being exists because of you. You taught me that I don’t need someone else to define who I am. You taught me that
  The quiet soundness of the house softly rattled the chimney's hazeful smoke-clouds, which consumed the house full of loving emotions, compassion, and meekness. The
I wake up I breathe in relief When I see your messages You’re still here: One text Two snapchats And an instagram notification
I needn’t be The chains that Bind you so Alas I fear I’ve Unknowingly Become your Keeper
Dear Gardner, Water swam along my leaves, Rays of Sun like scorching flames shined on me, You placed me by your favorite window,
we find out that there’s a hijacking in the middle of dinner or while at work or watching TV in the living room   we know who’s on that plane
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
You bit me when I was tenderbecause you knew i was easy prey.Knowing i would fall weak at the knees on the cogency of your wordsKnowing I was soft as the petals scattered on the bathroom floor.
my head was Swimming with all the onerous Demands i had to face completely Overwhelming all of my senses and commanding my Undivided attention.   my Thoughts and Feelings started to Mix together
Pure white blankets the city Egg shells waiting to be walked on Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
Pieta Pieta The death of your son fulfilled time. Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment. Mighty is your love,
The pain is like a cold, sharp knife It is twisted, stuck in my heart; The pain is like a frozen land The frostbite sears right through my heart;
Oh, man in the mask,  with your perfect disguise, that sly smile, nice hair, and piercing blue eyes, you spy. You, who rips deep within, without even asking if you are allowed to come in,
Dear All, I am everything and I am nothing. A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life. To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form, That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
The morning's gentle sigh, held me in my sorrow. Cloaked in shame, bathed in longing for love unborrowed.   Words fresh and foul. Aching to run, to flock, to howl.  
Winter has whispered it's gentle song, above and below, like an ancient tongue.   The streets are frosted, much like her eyes. I can't find her, not even amidst the blue suburban skies.  
roses don't look like sunflowers yet I think both are beautiful when I see them so why am I mean to myself  because I look different from them why can't I call myself beautiful as easily as I can to them
My head’s underwater Hissing salt and white noise An ocean veneer distorted Bruised heart’s asunder A quiescent catharsis It’s the epitome Of a shipwrecked masterpiece
Dear Black son:   In school you pledge allegiance to the flag  every single day. “Liberty and Justice for all”   But something just doesn’t seem right about those words.
August 23, 2017   Dear Mom, Please read this entire letter through and don't skip around; read this before opening the email I sent you. Please keep an open mind. I love you!
Life is tiny! Human hearts' are shiny. Waiting for that moment of joy And there aren't any pirates who say Ahoy!   Life is a Struggle-- With various kinds of Bubbles.  
Carnage raging through the streets Bloody, murder sheets Hate burning in the hearts of man Blood shed by cruel hands   No one stands up for the many without a voice
You sunk your teeth inside of me It was painful at first, But I guess I conformed to the pain. Your Venom, Slowly familiarized itself with my blood, They become acquainted,
The azure world, Refusing to blend. Separated from darkness.   An image
Tedrick. Theodore. Tommy. The three names your mother and I  Narrowed down. See the world might not have known of your existence   But to your mother and I 
Dear 2018, I hope to God you're doing well Because when you do well, the world follows suit We haven't met yet, but we will tonight
Dear you,
I know you'll never believe me, But it meant something. Laying in your car meant something To me. Staring at the stars meant something To me. Playing Pokemon Go meant something To me.
To my Former Angel,  
I see the cormorant soaring far above with wings of obsidian swimming through the crisp air. The bird’s enthralling eyes
Even if I pass away, The world will be spinning, Wrapped around the sun, As dusks falls, And morning comes.
The dark gray graphite snapped Against my freshly torn notebook paper Donald J. Trump is now the 45th president of the United States  Instinct kicks in and I Panic Worry Wonder
To all young people considering returning to a boy who forfeit his right to be called a boyfriend I have some advice  
Dear Love,  this isn't a romantic letter nor one of resentment. It's one full of confusion aligning itself to form peace. A peace of mind, a balance inside
The Chill A wooden desk A wooden mind A stone-cold soul Suffused with lies A throne upon which I die
To the girl whose life resides in the empty void: I've discovered that life is not predictable enough for a forecast. It's partly cloudy with a chance of rain and some days it sprinkles
Dear Teenage Society, On my thirteenth birthday, I stumbled to your feet Curious and excited, I climbed in your backseat You took me to a dim place, one I’d never seen before
  Dear Moonchild,              You Will Never Break Me.   I knew I was playing the game I signed up for it the moment you texted me.
You were always skeptical of the future, uncertain of it all. You were never eager for another day, at times you wish they’d never come. Locked up in a room, sleeping for hours, even the best thing never seemed interesting.
  i learned to forget what my voice sounds like through gritted teeth i grind them, still, at night my habits melt like leather off a cow’s back
I am the lift in the wind, and the flame in the fire I am the shift in the earth, and the hope you aquire I am the drops in the rain, and the mud in the grass
Dear Anorexia, Before we met, my favorite color was blue. What once resembled the shade of the ocean and sky, Became a reminder of all that I had been through:
Dear Mrs. Lisa, I hope I never let you down, Though I know I could be quite a handful back then. I remember when I was just a kid
Dearest Captivity,   What is about you that is so enrapturing? Is it the sparks? The flames? The way you blaze?   Are you a reminder? Or perhaps...
If only you knew the lengths I would go to be able to tell you how much I love you. Or the amount of pain I would endure to spend another night falling asleep in your arms.
  She is the most beautiful thing in my life. The only thing I did right. But I worry for her, she don’t talk to me, so I don’t come home so I don’t bother her. It pisses me off.
SLAVERY(by Irusota) Through the North they came And fled through the South Through the dancing Sahara Across the shores of Africa They came with horses and raid our land Taken us to a foreign land
Soothing aromas and sweet flowery scents hang in the calm, cool morning breeze sweeping across the city, to the point where one can almost taste the pastries and coffee nearby. The park is a tranquil paradise looming in pure silence.
it still rests, unsettled, in my mind what really happened behind closed doors, the story gets darker a truth, only you and sarah hold you'll have to share with me what your purpose was,
People are around them, shouting, yelling, pointing, screaming. The screaming is like a symphony of sorrow; prevalent and doleful in a way no man is meant to hear.
It's interesting how you look at me: You nose turned up, Your lips scowl.   Do I look funny? Is it my hair? Am I in my underwear?   What is so repulsing about me?
The soft white blanked Covering the sleeping Earth Drifting down form the Sky, Each flake different Non the same, The  Soft day, all at Peace, No footprints, yet All soft and Peacful
Whoever said words never hurt, surely never encountered the likes of you. There are times when you speak to me, that your words give me life. I feel I can do anything. Then there are those times
I heard a song today and I immediately thought of you. I closed my eyes and I swear I was there again. I'd heard this song for the first time that day. What a beautiful song. 
The first thing I saw when I met you Were your wings, held close behind Tucked and folded, neatly hidden A stifled source of pride.   I loved you for your wings, Though I knew they would be your demise
I was always told you can't buy into the fantasy So I decided to just rent it for a while Because my mind was a mental canvas
First day: I wore a pair of shoes that broke the barriers of a kindergartener’s mind of Conformity.   Jet black and gray sneakers
Night The darkest part of our soul All hope may seem lost, but hope can always be found. Hope is as if a star in the sky only shining brightest in our darkest night.   Day
Dear 'Kira, It's been a while since I've seen ya. You... You left my life a while ago.
Stale smoke, It clings to the threads of his jacket, Yet i've never choked, Our relationship is stuck in a brackett. Oversaturated Old Spice,
Dear any and all, It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying out to the world, with the quietest of voices. Look at me. Look at me.
Dear Doubters,       I want to start first by saying thank you. Because of you, I was able to find myself. I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
Dear Doubters,       I want to start first by saying thank you. Because of you, I was able to find myself. I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
An artist stuck in his works that he's studied for the longest From his depression to his anxiety to his love for poetry, to his love for creativity to his love for writing out his own stories without a care in the world.
does flowers shine? and and stars bloom? touch the souls of the broken. your fear is loud, your heart never spoken. your bones are lovely, so why do you say, no one loves me?
Oh, how these past few months have been filled with tears. Losing you was by far one of my biggest fears. You made me face it, with your sadistic, evil ways. And now we haven't spoken in days. Thank you,
Grey nose, white tail. Soft feet hop down the trail. At the end a light. Shining in the night. Who sits there at the end? Grey nose, white tail.  A girl covered in a black veil.
IF I COULD CHANGE THE PATH I DECIDED TO FOLLOW    what a fool I was;  i exposed  the depths of my soul to you  on dreary cloudless nights when the moon was high  and the only thing 
I stare out in the space between Into the darkened air dimly lit By the overwatching presence of a sole candle’s flame Lying in its wrought iron blanket
Stranded I sit,  Waiting for you. Alone I wait,  Thinking,  Knowing not what to do. I cannot move I cannot say. I cannot live I cannot stay.
To the boy—the boy laid low, boy laid low, by the blows of life and the lack of hope. He says he wants to go but everyone screams no,
Birth, it happens everyday Just like a blessing happens everyday Blessings, can be a mircle even like the ones you see in movies The child in your womb prays it's like you can hear what their saying
Dear child,   Unravel me. I am lost, a spider embedded in her own web. Push, fidget, scratch, claw Fingernails on their death bed. Gnawed by fear, gargled by pain, Spit out by forgiveness.
Carpet, I’ve lain on you all these years Yet you still hold me up I’ve cried my anger unto you Yet you still soak it up as if it never were Through my highs and lows You’ve seen it all.
Who am I What am I Who am I suppose to be Where am I suppose to go These are questions I have always prolonged to be told Happiness has always seemed so far away A smile has seemed so hard to hold
To a boyfriend from long ago: Looking back on things, you were foul You spouted lies,  Painted false pictures with black and white  when you knew I preferred color.
Hi- no, hello! I always wondered if I asked if you came from above,  I’d be told to take a hike and that you came from below.    Please excuse use my constant staring, I just so happen to fall into caring-
Alice’s army, Topsy-turvy, Too pretty to fight. Their skirts flow in the air and swords impale the ground; Battle-torn scraps float on the breeze,
I am seventeen, you are ten asleep in the faded-oak bed, visions of sugar-plum demons hovering between your hair   Sheathed in fairy-petal sheets, guarded by legions
I found gods in humanity Eternal power glistening from immortal eyes
Tragedy in the modern world, I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the ignorance of people with fair skin. like the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
he was an empathetic poet, who saw romance and beauty in the sway of the hips -- through flaming skin and straining muscles but he’s gone
The first knock at the door, curiosity. Gold stars badges with an unfounded look of grief, Wait a minute, isn’t your job to save the day?
I am here. In this second. Without beige and honey paint stroke Bare boned flesh in disguise, hidden behind deliberate smoke Crackle peach lips, scar hips, skin ripped
jumping on the bandwagon with the Promises that have been given. worry condenses and tries to pulse through. the bustling street, blurred images and colors, an aurora of figures.
​Dear Boy, I Met One July,   Remember that time, When we lay there. Watching the last embers of the last flames of the sky Flicker out before us.
To My Dark Side,
Dear Music Lover,   Music is a mystery,  a blessing from God, crafted and refined  by his marvelous hands.   Music is God's creation. It flows and moves,
Money is like drugs abuse it too much and die learn to control it  
she’s so beautiful, her eyes a color i can’t describe. they're not blue, brown, grey; they’re somewhere in between- it’s a misty haze.   she’s so precious, her smile greater than any mile wide.
Dear Life,   I’m falling up, I’m falling down, Left and right and all around. Where, oh where is my solid ground?
Dear mama what's your favorite drink I'll mix it up for you throw in a little love and cyanide What's your high is it my smile or the smell of booze
Dear mama what's your favorite drink I'll mix it up for you throw in a little love and cyanide What's your high is it my smile or the smell of booze
Sleep has deserted me leaving me dazed I need a light to guide me home I’ve lost my vision, I’ve gone blind My sanity has wandered off, I feel like hell You are what I need, my sanity
Thrown out of my own home Out into the cold So young, yet so old   Wisdom doesn’t make you stronger Holding back tears doesn’t make things better All I wanted is to live peacefully together  
Dear Self,   Time travel is real I know what you're thinking she is crazy but it is definitely real it's hard to find though
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good night My mother has tightly curled hair, it smells like apricots and long nights
When should i tell you That the young girl smiling at you across the table Kissing you between popcorn kernels and movie scenes Is made of glass And when she falls for guys, she always cracks   
They say home is where the heart is So I built us a house of cliches Cut out the electricity, Because they say love is blind
Everyone said they hated slavery but my brothers and sisters we still beat on each other not with whips and chains but bullets to the brain knifes to the vain.
And there was a simple time Much unlike now Whereas she who cried Was surrounded by people Then came along something that Suffocated her mind and body Left her for dead and sung deeply
CoryHow time flies byI can't believe it has been 10 yearsSince the day you died I used to be upset with youAnd wonder whyBut now I understandThat it was easier to die
Dear whom ever you might be, I am the offspring of nature and the sun My parents call me their son/sunflower. My parents are exotic, foreign,
It's 11:25. I am sitting on my laptop in the Dark. I think about you. What are you thinking about- Probably nicotine. The image of you taking a drag pops up in my head. I watch a fruit fly crawling
As I stare into the mirror, I see a reflection, but the face that stares back at me is not my own, it’s the face of mankind looking straight through my soul. His eyes have seen many deaths, and witnessed many tragedies.
As the silence becomes the forest a waterfall flows upward Up up up to the sky You reach and reach for the heavens hoping for a hand to latch onto yours
Dear ­­­_______,
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ? A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre. Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
I’d rather be standing on my stage with the people I love, living someone’s hilarious story. I’d rather be playing kazoos shaped like trumpets with the most effervescent gals I’ve ever encountered.
5'11" with long hair, head bigger than the kitchen chair, big dreams to accomplish, one more year to be there. What Is My Name? I am a Black African american  who is trying to succeed in
There’s a new you in town In my neighborhood On my street Too close for comfort   'Registered Sex Offender'  
You are the Moon I am the Northern Star   They need you close to pull their tides to change their course and light their nights.   They need me far not to light their way
Mama be praying into the night, kid in the room engaged with porn Society lays down regulations, we live by no norm I made some real promises a couple of years after I was born 
I burn the pages of my oldest notebooks, erasing the ages that have passed me by. I remember the old days, and cheerful jokes told paired with a longing gaze, and my calloused fingertips.
Dear Heart-beat,
Dear boy in the back of my English class, I think of you when My hands shake And when the train stops for the pedestrian
Dear Beauty,   I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Girl in the bathroom,   It was third hour when I heard you I knew it was something much worse than a meer flu Why must you quietly weep in a moaning cry
 The color they are painted says a lot. The gray, the light yellow, the dark yellow, the light green, the dark green, and the pink. They all have different stories to be told.
Dear Daddy,   Do you remember that day out on Tiana Bay? I was four years old, Big brown eyes, twig legs, and abounding joy.   We went on the boat,
Dear 15-year-old Bellla, College is rad. College is bomb. I am having the time of my life at Arizona State. Why did I have to wait? My classes are going very well. My friends are swell.
Dear Love, you were the calm before the storm, you were the topping on a cake I knew I wouldn't like, but I ate it anyway. You were the thorn in my side and all the wrongdoings I've ever done.
To whomever - I wonder, sometimes If others feel it too When there are people who 'care', But not the right 'who'. That one can feel empty,
Do you know that feeling? That terrible, awful feeling when you wake up and Panic because you have no clue where you are? Do you know what it’s like to wake up like that everyday for 10 days straight? White walls.
Dear Estefany,
"I have sorrow,my heart knows no longing for tomorrow.If only I could make myself go away,then all my pain would dissipate.Into the blacken of the void,my fears and tears would be destroyed. Says that voice inside my head,always calling again and
I ate a booger last night. I admit it, you’re probably right. It’s nothing terribly bad. It makes no sense why you’re mad. I ate a booger last night.   Its tenderness was sublime and just right,
Dear Me in my careless mind set, I know that you’re now full of unrest Because home used to glow like the only light left although dim
I used to dream. I used to dream about you, I used to daydream. I used to daydream that one day we'd end up together,   One day, One day you left.  You left. 
Through the silence, I listen. Your soft breath caresses my ears, With a feathery whisper. Your presence lingers Even after you're long gone. Ashes to dust, To dirt you fall deeper,
Cherry-red lips Stretched hips Hormones on full throttle Lusting Craving Begging For attention
Dear She, A door dividing us, me and My Love; for years, I wait in patient zeal for her to someday know and free me like a dove; the door will open, that I am sure.  
Dear reader,
Dear Depression,   Are you enjoying yourself? This is another day. Why can’t you just leave me! You rest on me like dust on an unused bookshelf. You bring nothing but distaste; I wonder what it must be
The beaches have always held a special place in my heart, for the way the water glistens, and the way the shells all gather like military soldiers in a line at the shore. Today, the beach was especially beautiful.
Let us think back, you and I, Todays when candles lit the sky And breezes sang throughout the trees; Remember ow the laughs we'd share. We were such a mismatched pair Of foolish dreams an misty eyes;
The running in a game of hide and seek has started. Do you not hear the drumming as we chase up the stairs, and look over our plum color shoulders to watch the shoe fall from my foot?
I beg of you, Mainstream Society Do not underestimate my intellectual talents Do not take one look at the melanin of my skin and assume that I am less than good enough
They  lied  to  you  
Her smile never dies like her beauty never lies, She is sick and she needs love to heal. She pretends to care even though life is not fair, I miss the Smell of her hair,
November’s fires heat my face to flushing- the glow of autumn awakens the cinders in my heart and whispers a lullaby to the ants beneath my skin.  
Daring Anti-hero Rough around the edges Excellent fighter Devilish Edgey Valorous Intelligent
Walking down this path Left on my own Getting darker with every step Away from what I've known   Break my chains Free from what holds me here Stealing my breath Clouding my head with fear
Love can be hard. Hard on the heart, hard on the mind, hard to find what real love is. I have welcomed so many wrong loves into this heart that I cannot tell a hand to hold from a fist. Harmless turns
When a sunrise is in your chest and the colors spill into your eyes and the violet and pink and warm orange fills your gaze, When a snowfall sparkles fresh and new over harsh words
Love is the gentle flutter when you see them. Love is the tug on the heartstrings when you hear them. Love is the light tint of red, lightly brushing against your cheeks when you speak to them.
Two brilliant lovers, Oblivious to their own magnificence, He was a neutron star, and she was a neutron star.   They floated in a different kind of space than the other people and planets,
Because I Love You, we are not perfect and that’s just perfect Dirty, mortal menaces we are Constantly staining our white cloths,
Ask me why I love you, And I shall tell you what I love most about you. No lies spill passed my parted lips, Only truths that swell from my heart and fall out my mouth.   Ask me what makes our love healthy,
I am trying to love myself It is a long and hard process And yes, sometimes I relapse And yes, sometimes I don’t like the packaging I came in And yes, sometimes I don’t even like the present inside
Dear Future Husband, I didn't know you were looking for something, easier to swallow But For years I watched my father walk over women
He smiled and charmed you, he was nice to you in the beginning, but then he started to get violent, he apologized and bought you flowers and said  "I Love You"   Two weeks later he hit you,
Warmth. Drowsy. Burrowing into your chest, arms around my back. And then, like a gunshot, shaking. And tears. And disassociation.
"LOVE" A four-lettered house Exquisite design Transparent innocence building Four walls Of Trust, Communication Compassion, Respect   A foundation of stone Honesty
Clouds drift above our head Drops of water cascading Different these days
(Examples of what I believe are signs of a healthy relationship, and how the words "I Love You" can be used in a healthy way)   Oh, my love,   Because I love you I will build you up,
It took us years to build this trust The cornerstone of our love; Brick by brick we've gained the strength to rise over and above. But trust is not the only thing that kept these walls from tumbling;
Love is a tree that bends in a gale, but does not break. Love is a second chance, but not a third. Love is a hand that generous, but accepts repayment. Love is self-sacrificing, but not a scapegoat.
Love.   A crazy little thing. It sets our hearts aflame, makes us brighter, radiating stars in the crowded galaxy of existence.
My thoughts are chasing themselves in infinite circles. Everything circling back to you, The one who loves me, and whom I love
The cool wind subsides and a warm light filters into the room. My body melts into my bed and I bring myself to consciousness. They are also just now waking, and squirming under the covers.
I stood there as you broke my nose. All you wanted me to do was pose. My blood drips. Covers my hands and slips. Submission under recognition.  
I've loved you all my life.   For the luminous teeth that reside in your mouth and for the bloody tongue that rests upon them.
Your eyes. Your adorable, honest eyes met mine. On Water street, beneath the foggy, dark sky, blurry, dim moon,
Butterfly kisses up and down your neck Sweet nothings whispered at 3 A.M. Arms wrapped around each others waist loving each others  warm embrace. I keep you so close because I love you
Because you love me, you know when to be patient, gentle, forgiving, uplifting. Because you love me, you know when to take one step back and let me b r e a t h e.
Brandon Samaroo  email:                                                                                
On the way to my home On the dusty sidewalk I see a goldfinch Oscillating in an attempt to fly on broken wings   What would you do
Because I love you You should feel safe. I am an open ear, A shoulder to cry on, And just a phone call away.   We can talk for hours. Even if we don't say a word,
Because I love you,                               I went with war on my lips and death in my eyes the love sickness coursing through my half-starved veins.  
I once dreamed of the stars, thinking about their lives, and how they lit up the sky.  but why couldn't they light mine? I loved so hard yet I was pushed so far. Our hands didn't clasp.
Because We Love Amanda Aman   Love is conflicting like April weather An incessant downpour sequenced by rainbows and delicate sunrays Like love, the sky surrounds us and knows no boundary
Love rains from your sunshine eyes, Happy Beautiful Wonderful. I cup my hands, Love flooding over
On a cold night, while I sit alone, I wait patiently and think of home. A gentle kiss on my cheek awakes a spark in me, breaks me from my thoughts. He speaks to me in a quiet and steady tone,
The Earthly Angel The dying blue planet, his home, without True Pink Had not one to love him, not one to form a link.  
#BecauseILoveYou It’s cool and early in the morning And the sun is peeking over the horizon I slip on my shoes And skip down the front steps
Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Love a four-letter word, one syllable, and it makes me think of you.
Stars aloft, strung up high Falling gently, and with a quiet sigh Nature basks in the radiance Without Knowing  Why  
  Because I love you, I will always be there to patch up scraped knees   Because I love you, you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you’re in need
She enters my mind with a whirling simplicity the likes of which I could never have imagined. She enters my ears through subtle yet joyous sounds, barely audible to the untrained young ear.
When you turn and look You see me Not my body, not my beauty Just warmth   When I look towards you I see you
  Dreams Of Tomorrow I have a dream, do you? No matter the hardship I still have a dream I have a dream of white and blacks holding hands together, do you?
You were not fallible, just full of fiction  You wished things that Heaven did not forget  Where the angels slept, you created a war Still you laughed when the sky fell   When the girl embraced the lion, they both transformed into dust Th
In my heart I've searched for love my entire life, but when you turned and looked at me in Chem class, I felt my heart beat for the first time. 
Age spots your hands and veins line your wrists, and your crow-feet’d eyes lie smooth against silk. I smile ‘round teeth that have slumped and have stained,
She keeps staring  With her sapphire eyes  Her pupils engulfed in white flames  Her skin cascaded with true colors    Hands and feet buried in smoke  The doves above her wailing in agony 
I am a dandelion Wild and free Not to be noticed upon first glance; It seems I lack the chance To belong in a boquet   They look on in disgust With selfish and hating eyes
My past is permanent ink on my skin; cuts that scar my body.   Pain flowing like an endless river, always fading to gray.
To be honest with you, he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't know what love was but just as an excuse to hold you hostage. I know you think I'm just like all the rest, "Oh, baby I'm different",
You’ve taught me The world will always be beautiful No matter who we’re standing next to But as I’ve grown the realize Because I love you
There is love in an ordinary day We learn from each other We argue and disagree But we find common ground Watching TV He flicks my earring Repeatedly I turn to him and demand him to stop
Are you having troubles baby, Is there something in your eyes? Are those tears of a lonely girl, Trying to say goodbye? Well I don’t have to tell you.
It’s okay if I’m not the girl of your dreams, or the one you dance with at prom.
A body fashioned in all directions When it glides across the wind Filled with the white drops of hope Pain; love. You were broken free of worry Holding chaste lips against yours As you flew,
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Teens from over the world need to hear this You might think school is stressful, but really it's bliss 12 year of learning, but that's still not enough So you think about quitting, because it's too much
"I love you" once sounded dirty to me.
My eardrums wait in silence Aching for a moment of connection Between a melody and a piece of plastic Love me the way my ears love music Love me the way they ring when the volume is turned up too high
Have you ever seen a hummingbird cry? Those crystalline tears dripping down iridescent feathers. Perhaps that is why it's wings beat so fast. A vain attempt to dry the dreadful drops before the blooming flowers see.
I had become accustomed to the monstrous features beneath his surface - The claws that grasped my hands; The cold lips that touched mine; The fire that burned in his eyes.
Because I love you, I understand the insecurities But because you love me, do not belittle me, because you will lose me You are the supporting details in a body paragraph
Tone and tension Blurred images and tears escaping Footsteps getting closer to me Warped floors and unsteadiness Flexing and cracking  
You went away So very fast The pain and heartache Made to last.   I held your hand And looked in your eyes It took everything in me Not to cry.   For your last breath
Her knees exude the sticky crimson liquid, shaking, they drop again. And again. And again.   She pauses for a moment, and ties her sweaty hair back into a matted ponytail. Gasping for air.
  This is my home and my family. You’ve taken my loved ones. Oh my friends forgive me, And ride toward the sun.   On this lonely barricade at dawn,
Love is not cruel  and bitter on the tongue It is patiant and flavorful  you were nothing of the sort you left my mouth dry begging for something I could savor I gave you love in a variety of flavors
 I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with desire; I love your eyes the shape and color as those green eyes lit with a passionate fire. I love your insecurites as you brush your hands through your beautiful hair
I am the sun, he is all of the clouds  some days we are a powerful picture  and on the most unhealthy of days  he covers me in gray. 
You got the best of me When a stream of tears rains down my face Or when my mind is a blank space Of a never ending sea   You hold me tight
At 13, I first felt it The briskness of butterflies The heat of spring A seed was planted And a flower began to grow. As winter came, The green wilted away The wings clipped off
You once told me that Shakespeare's words were burning. That all of the passion and the romance and the decadence made the beauty go up in flames. You said that's why our hearts long for love.
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations   The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
"I love you", I hear her say as a tear falls  down her cheek.  Her cheek  full of makeup that she uses  to hide the pain  like a mask. If you look deep enough in those hazel eyes, 
I feel it again,The ferocious beating of calypso drums,Coursing through my fingers,Creating foul beings.These false shadows of which have burst forth from my skin,Have created a jazz band of sin.
There's this unspeakable feeling in my chest  Whenever she looks my way  It's as if the butterflies in my stomach  Are making their to my heart There's this moment of euphoria 
Love can be similar to the midnight zone,A dark place where no sunlight reaches,Carnivorous sea life lurks there, And survival is the most important t
I know when you’re upset just by the small changes in your facial features My smile widens because you’re laughing hysterically at a terrible joke I made
Don't Panic, Don't Freak out, Night is coming, And you still living, I am Relaxing, Don't Cry out, Don't Run.
Sometime you need to stop, Think before you do, Don't be mad, Dont be sad, Just chill.
Because I love you I'm willing to get a B. My GPA can drop, my deadlines pass. My dead eyes pass over yours and brighten. My bright responses deaden as my hands hold yours.
The Sweet and Dashing LassBy Briley Wells It seems the ever astounding and perplexing pen has called me yet again to expel it's ink onto paper for the sole purpose of bringing a smile to your face.
His eyes were blue, Like the sun-setting sky. Above a stormy green ocean, But I had to say goodbye. My eyes were blue, Like a cool forest night. Without stars or distractions,
The cradle is where it is taught that love is a gift given by the stars -  who fortell our fortune  before our first breath.   It is told that love is a light -  patient, kind, and merciful.
A light sigh,A natural high,From just a sight, a sound.With you, love is found.Your light br
The walls around me are closing in and I don’t know if I can get through to get out in time.   The shards of glass pierce into my skin, but I am numb to that pain. That’s not the problem. 
The colors in my brain make more sense to me than the words that occupy the spaces in between them. They form the story of evil and heavenly that is printed on the pages that represent my life.
The leaves they fall, the wind it swirls, movement, The air turns brisk, the frost it nips, cold front, The summer fades, Winter returns, lament, The weather is changed, from playful to blunt.
When I was young,  People walked the streets, taking life for granted. But when you know you’re going to die,  You cherish every moment you have left.   
“I Am From…..” Adapted by Levi Romero Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon   I am from the living room from the couch, tv, and popcorn
love is a lot like eating:like lovers are food splattered on a buffet,a feast of desire,and you're stuffing yourself full,
Because I Love You I am patientBecause I Love You I let you make your own decisionsBecause I Love You I will support you
With thine hand,Touch ever so softly,The petals of that delicate roseAnd pluck it not,For out of lustful greed,
Equipped with shoes hiding 10 toes, yet not exposed. Toes of yours are something I wish to hold. Incoming call for two;
Mother, she is light. She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides. She warms the back of my eyes every dawn. She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars. She lets me look on beauty.
Sickly sweet sweat stains my face, As Specters’ kisses dress my lips, With ghostly fingers my shape they trace, Caressing my cheek, my breasts, my hips.
These four walls staring back at me They hold my secrets If these four walls could talk Oh how I wish they could and would talk
He spit ink into my throat, told me it would soothe the ache I felt. It wasn't until a week later, when my lungs collapsed, that I realized he was hurting me.
Love is like a bird singing a beautiful songs to the atmosphere 
I'm suffocating in the middle an open field. Fresh air all around me, but I can't use my lungs. 
We cry every  day and every night yearnig for someonet to say we are beautiful wanting to know how it feels like to be loved and cared about enough of having to  cry bcause of how we look and who we are
We cry every  day and every night yearnig for someonet to say we are beautiful wanting to know how it feels like to be loved and cared about enough of having to  cry bcause of how we look and who we are
Oh America America what have you done Treating them like animals what have you become,   with no interest we have thought of them With no feelings we have trial them
Outside with the cuties You look at me how the moon looks at the sun I feel the cherry blossoms when I'm with you  Let's stay like this forever in the blue moon of New York 
Two warm human bodies. Two pairs of footprints upon the beach sand laid side-by-side, pathing towards the water. Two smiles and uncontrollable laughter, as the blue water splashes around playfully.
She realized that it could not work When he hit her And it hurt And when tears ran astray On a young, weary face There was something deep inside That had dried beneath a fiery gaze
  He adjusted his yellowing glasses Gathered his scattered thoughts And cleared his scratchy voice He began,   It matters not
  Can I walk those old roads Back to when my only ambition  Was to be happy  When my dreams were free of restraints When the only feeling I had Was Naughty and Naughty 
No one knows about us, Not her parents or mine. None of our friends, or teachers. So when we held hands, That very first time, I became addicted to her. The feeling of her fingers,
Red is a whole symphony of violins and a single rose  Red is all lyrics, music and often prose It tells of lovers and it tells of war it's heart breaking stories from old folklore 
True friend my equal my confidant. You empower me. Reciprocal trust positivity acceptance. we inspire each other to be the best that we can be. I can be the real me.  No regrets.
I just woke up today with something I  have to say It seems there's no other way... I remember the first day when we first met I was left with plenty of desire and fire never once thought of any regrets
Because I love you I won't let you down Let you down by leaving you alone Or crying in your bedroom,bathroom stall Because I love you I will care I will try to stay strong, smile Laugh, even be outgoing,
Black ice bites fingertips. sharp edges, shrapnel travel up long bladed, byzanite blue fingernails. Thin frost, covers a dandelion ring. Her strong hands, always chilled.
Because I love you, I set a table of love. A table of perfect, abounding love I lay this out for you. I set the table
Because I love you, I set a table of love. A table of perfect, abounding love I lay this out for you. I set the table
This page ripped in half, it's mine. It's what I have to be grateful for while I feel depressed as hell, the part of the paper that's missing, It's why I want to feel
Dear the lost loved ones  I know you’re reading this  We know you once said “you would do anything for love” But received that one gift you couldn’t handle  A battle royal relationship that would go on for hours 
Because I Love You                                              By: Serena Durben   You are my world, The night doesn't seem so dark anymore,
Because I Love You                                              By: Serena Durben   You are my world, The night doesn't seem so dark anymore,
"Because I love him," is what I tell my dad. Because I love the way our eyes lock when I enter the room. Or when he grabs my hand and acts as if I was the best thing to happen to him.
True love is bringing me my favorite chocolate filled donut in the morning, Not because I asked, but because he was thinking about me in the donut shop.  
Because I love you, I will kiss you goodbye Every time you leave for work Go to the store
Because I love you, I let you into my heart I let you feel every beat, pluck the strings like a harp   I told you my secrets Every thought, desire, pain, dream, all that I have has become yours.  
my body is aching as I write this to feel the large strong hands of someone who will be my lover and protector to have those hands caress me all over feel me up study all of my features and crevices
It all begins with the First look.The meeting of eyes that sparks a flame inside your stomach.The infallible desire that follows a simple glance.It devours you like a poison that has no antidote.But what is It? That word,Love.So meaningful,Yet so
While he sat at home high and numb to his feelings for me  I, fully sober, grew to despise him.    I never thought it would ever happen, but here I am, without him.   
The lights were dim and we were together. The DJ spun another record and under the faint illumination of the chandeliers we swayed. You spun me and I felt like royalty.
All I want is a true love. Someone honest, with integrity. Not a liar, whose so corrupt. He should have the honor of a true knight. A heart of gold would do too!
Look at me up and down as You lick your tainted hungry lips Does my meat not appeal to you? Does my pale skin not make your mouth salivate? As I put my body on display for you to 
Sex is such a given At this point, I wonder what else People will ever seek In a stranger. -ajh.
People being together is an odd thing, stranger in a digitized environment/in-between Facebook messages, Twitter retweets   and Instagram hearts/ and sometimes an email or two, but never  
It is terrible. All the hatred in our world. How can this happen?
I love you, Through the dark days and through the lightened days. I love you even when you're away on business.  I love you wehn you're mad at me. I love you when we talk things out.
A frienship is a flower that sprouts and blooms with hues. No matter where it's planted it thrives despite the blues.   It could be many souls or perhaps just simply two,
Thanks for letting yourself back into my life.    The beats of the music you sent me  swing in my mind like a pendulum  they envelop my mind, 
  If I look at you I can see my future, The dreamy twilight wrapping us in envied silence, coy smiles and wispy words sliding over unsaid emotions,
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
We had been thinking this is a fable, Until now we are seeing it with our eyes. The floor has lost its balance for our table, Even in the midst of this chaos you can hear distant cries. The roads have been covered
A populace of mortals Grown blasé to The once quizzical nature of survival Begin to crave substance in living  
  I entered into an unfamiliar room Didn’t know what to come of it. Leaving old friends behind Will always leave a wound   Looking for the light
A path of black stones lay under my feet and I travel along it wherever it leads, through forest and canyon, over blue lakes I wander along, whatever it takes. And ever so often, an oddity
They have milked her milked our mother milked our great mother   First they milked Then they stabbed Then they sucked Sucked her!    Until they got drunk with her blood
Polythene sky . Earth gather mother.
I almost let go to sleep UNDERGROUND Once had this feeling that I couldn't bear IT any LONGER Having all My problems and projects hold me BOUND Which made My tears learn to satisfy me in times of HUNGER
Your smile, the painkillers in my IV, paradise flowing through my veins ,too sedated to stand. My lovely nurse I give you my all and everything I will be, before you put me under, your beautiful face has to be the last thing I see.
 A relationship is of two.Not just him or her It's not just youit’s us.You fill me up with happiness you will never see me cry because of you . I wanna make you smile.i want people to know how happy i make you .But when i do feel downyou’ll be the
The bruises and scars I received for sixteen years define me. I am broken and damaged almost beyond repair, my hopeful heart was shattered into a million pieces.
What does the word love mean to me It's the thought of being free It lets your heart open to the air Why must I know where To find what I most desire My heart is so close to catching on fire
I feel the love you give to me It's so sweet and sincere Like honey Not that artificial honey That all natural kind
Little girl, little girl What do you see with Those brown eyes of yours? I see my daddy throwing mommy
Tonight I cried  My arms wrapped around my pillow Tonight I was thinking of you  And how every time I fumble  Every time I fall  Not only do you help me up, you raise me higher 
Laying back to back I think to myself why are we fighting?  What was the reason that we are here?  I remember.. something small. I wonder what he is thi- what was that? Take a peak. 
Deep amethyst spikes that are meant to penetrate through life’s setting, Like fireworks going into the sky and exploding. Deep colors coming in to light up the oceans over the days,
It feels like a storm, Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm. As hauntingly dark as nightfall, Yet still light like a rain cloud.  
Because I love you: I’ll make sure you eat and drink, I’ll stop pestering if you say “I’m not hungry.” Because I love you: I’ll wipe your tears when you cry,
People will always express that they never meant to......... after they hurt you but their actions will always prove they had the intent to   Now you cry about your new foe
Somone so special and so unique as if god made her just for me our eyes lock on to eachother as we go through the journey of life together our souls intertwin eachother and never let go of this feeling of something special
Love is one of the most intimate things you can share with someone.  Entrusting your heart and emotions to another And in turn, keeping theirs safe. "This love will last, through thick and thin," they promise
A kiss, a breath, a touch felt only by the wind I cannot see the trees; The leaves are thick And the sap that makes the core sickly jealous "This is what love is. Can't you see my dear?"
She cries and she screams. Some find it funnier than it seems. They point out the shape of her waist, pigment of her face, and history of her race.
I long for the abyss spirit and love beyond the universe from my family especially my mom and sister I long for I crave for a deep conversation a passionate kiss, adventure with not knowing where I'm, moonlight lit by millions of beautiful bright
You smiled  I laughed  We sat at lunch together  He made fun of me You punched him I was shocked, but glad The Day Of Love slowly crept by You bought me flowers But I bought nothing 
You need to    change the way you look, the way you dress, the way you do your makeup,                     
And the problem here is: I don't know if I love you anymore...Because I've loved you, (oh gods how I've loved you) and it's hurt.
Caruso’s party was filled with the same lunatics from last year.
Early in the morning, from my bed i jump My heart with fresh new blood i feel pump. Like an athlete I sprint into my bathroom Clean myself and return to the bedroom.  
I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all.
I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all.
When my blue eyes gaze at your plump pink lips as they smile at me, The whole world fades away with a rush of overwhelming happiness Because I love You.  
I used to think that love ment vacancy. so i carved out my body, left me hollow and empty. Set up a bed in my rib cage, auctioned off my teeth to  buy a new rug, shed my skin and made it a coat,
We put makeup on, and pride ourselves on being perfect, but on the inside we are all broken. We are imperfect beings; shattered mortals. What man can judge lest he be judged himself? Not one of us is perfect.
Because I love you,  I see things through a new filter. Colors are brighter, the air seems sweeter, and every touch feels like satin against my skin.   Because I love you, Love feels tangible.
I am freedom and equality I hear the cries of the oppressed I see the anxious faces of those waiting for their fate to be decided I am the “American Dream”
They wonder why, why we can't sleep at night, tell us such pretty lies, why we can't sleep at night, the anti depressants are too tight, acid and synthetics wearing off, haze of something crimson,
Spring  sprouted alive in his smile, In the skies turned an iridescent blue,In the winds that matted his hair with wild lilies,In the early morning dew, In the thin and transparent leaves
He’s vast and broad, I'm curvaceous and fine, holding deep timeless wisdom His gaze never strays, Watching me renew, With his ancient blue eyes.
Because I love you, I hide the stars Behind bars. I tell the moon to stay awake a little longer, The sun to smile a little stronger, The rain to cry a little harder, And for you to be a little smarter.
I am an ocean I am rough and wild and relentless Brutal You do not treat me as if I am Delicate Sea foam spun by the quells of love You look at me
you are more than I deserve than I will ever deserve you are the cool and glorious rains that fall blissfully to the scorched lands that have been plagued  by drought
you are more than I deserve than I will ever deserve you are the cool and glorious rains that fall blissfully to the scorched lands that have been plagued  by drought
It was the day when you were born I decided to quit and I had sworn I am not looking back at those good old days I know I will be hurt in some different ways  
In first grade, I was the bright girl with almond eyes,My eyes quite brown, even amber in the sunrise, My skin always tan, bronze from summers of swimming,And the endless hiking,    
What brings me to a state of tranquility and relief Are the sweet, youthful harmoniesDelivered from a melodic instrument made of polished carved woodWhat a beau
The flame flares, I see it reflected in your eyes  Or is it mischief? You take my hand and pull me Onto the dance floor as we Shift and sway to the beat, My hand in yours, trembling.
Its not protest  its just a disaster White people mad Because we don't call them master Black kids are broken because Some dont have a father All lives matter  black lives matter,
LOVE is like war: easy to begin but hard to end LOVE is showing you that we are there LOVE is showing u that I care LOVE is to be thought of LOVE is making u smile a mile wide LOVE is like a magical mystery ride
Inches of snow, flakes falling to the ground inevitably sticking to the ground A blanket in used condition with some wear tear is wrapped around a man The shoulders of a bruised, starved, and ill man treated as an animal, a hound
I waded in the waters of nostalgia, of heartbreak.   Dancing under the veil of midnight glamour, the ghost of laughter admist unkept promises.   Silence, fractured her,
She was found.   Strangled, beaten, chained, by holy words and humanity's god.
i found home in your heart but it stopped beating I pounded your chest with fists full of love I ripped up these new carpets i hated trying to find something worth fighting for
4 Quarters By: Darius Anderson Three quarters gone one more to go I can’t go on anymore My right ankle has been taken from my feet
He slept by my side, now his eyes are open wide. The last thing he sees, is a bloody image of me. I didn't mean him any harm, yet he cried out, sounding my mental alarm. It was her and me,
Julian! Oh, bruh act like he don’t hear me? Julian!   We got some unfinished business Bitch! Square up ‘n run that!
Ever since New York I tried to change my mind pushed away these little things and these little white lies. I was only 18 surrounded by fool's gold. I had no control as these fire proof clouds
Displaying consideration When it's the last thing you've deserved Bearing an open armed heart While forgetting the gossip I've heard Accepting every one of your burdens What strength you had shown
Now I sit here alone, as I cry and I write these notes. As I realize how much you love me; beaten down, stricken bone, up on the cross and you still told this cold and lonely world how much you love them.
thoughts that kill thoughts of being not worthy  voices saying “no love will ever come”  trying to not give in  the voices sometimes stop  give the heart a break  before it breaks even more 
At the beginning, there was nothing No time, No matter, No passion Light was dark, Dark was bright Through the nothingness, Into the void Welcome e nvy...
My heart bleeds and cry But my eyes are dry I wish to weep But I feel so weak I've lost it all Oh what a mighty fall I sought for mirth and pleasure Fallen so hard without measure
The day of spring was gloomy   the mood was melancholy and grey my state of mind was rather despairing from all the negativity
Picked from the finest bush and blessed with a glorious fate, passed from One to Another only to be stowed away in a faceless glass in a nameless place… Never wilting and told to await
It was not her long, flowing blond hair, Nor her smooth flawless skin, Not her slim figure, Nor love at first sight Not a mere lust for a beautiful
I am something I wonder what I am I hear the clicking of heels I see the big, sparkly dresses I want to feel special I am something  I pretend to be a princess I feel pretty
I lived in a land of snow and stone. A warrior’s dream come true, A fight to be had around every corner.
once upon a time in a land far away a girl was afraid of   a stranger who did not belong and sisters who were fake   maybe just one, she says taking the pill with a swig of water
I miss you, why did you leave me?  Was it time for you to go or was it just time for me to grow?  Did you know that you had to go?  Because I wasn't ready for the show. I wasn't ready for the pain. 
At first, I thought I was born to do this. It took a while to realize that mole was not, in fact, just a mole.
In a land far away not that long ago there was a girl named rapunzel with hair the shade of gold   and she was bold you see because in the land of lost souls the only thing to watch your back was the drifter you called your shadow she stood up to
Once upon a time there was a girl name Anna. Waking up one morning with a white streak in her hair, Not knowing why, she went to ask her sister. However; her sister never came to the door.
Once upon a time, a miller lied to the King“My daughter can spin straw into gold” he utteredHis imagination turned wild: eyes glittering“But what am I going to do?” she shudderedThe girl was locked up in a room!
With my prominent chin, Dyed hair, And closed lips, I glanced at my stepsister.  
Evil stepmother’s reflection Heading in the Hunter’s direction Wanting a heart Nil will set her apart Expending any bill
I touch thy skin, I feel thy air, I grasp thy hand, and hold tight, To the weight of your life.  You welcome the past as a dear friend, as it knocks  So heavily, it knocks to ensure
Many trials have come my way But let me say, if I may That Jesus has been there through it all when chains bind me and make me fall He rescues me and reminds me that he is the one I can always call
"Sleep on it," sage advice. As I tumble and trip, struggle and rip myself apart from within - anxiety-coated. Caught in sleep, only to wake upon another's idea of what shall save me.
The quiet maiden dusts her laundry with an adept flick of wrists and a resounding SNAP as she flings the cloth with a calm grace over the clothesline.
I suppose the Disney writers re-invented me as a mermaid in order to be more appealing to children The harsh reality of how such a wonderful world could be sad, isn't exactly a children’s story
 As everything goes underneath me  As deep breathes  go nowhere to save me  Anxiety is my bestie  And I eat panic attacks for a snack  I feel attacked  I live with fear  I live with a pain in my chest 
  I feel like a fish out of water  I can't breathe  I can't breathe when you touch me like that  Scars that bone deep  Bruises the color of bright flowers  Purple , blue , yellow,  Printed on me 
The fairy tale is a powerful thing. It has the power to pull you into a world that only you have the chance to partake in. However, you realize reading the story that you can see the man behind the mask.
Everywhere I look is a sea of faces, silent shadows peer from afar judging, listening, watching.   A peculiar group in black emerge not a glimpse of white to be seen. Lights flicker as they walk,
A fake smile But for it to be real, I'd walk a mile Damp eyes Only hate and lies A broken heart Falling apart A troubled brain Sick of this pain It hurts to stay
Cops, rocks, locksMothers weeping, brothers seekingA gone sibling, friend or daughterFamilies, sirens and preachers wailin’-Howling, blubbering, sobbingBut Luther King said keep on prayin’.  Burnt, beaten, blastedThose 4 dead bodies layAn’ 23 more
Like pictures of paintings I try to remember my dreams   I remember, but only embers of the flame remain To claim the blurred images of beasts  
"After surviving an estimated twenty four million one hundred and five thousands six hundred seconds which is roughly 279days inside the red obstacle filled river without opening my eyes, talking or even walking,I was just breathing and I'm not re
Rapunzel, Let down your hair Allow your locks to flow free, As your curls cascade down the tower   Your follicles fall gracefully,
The Princess and the Pea Once upon a time in a far away land, lived a princess fair and fine.  Her mahogany hair gleamed in the sunlight and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars the sky. 
I am seventeen, Latina, born in San Juan. I went to school there then here. I am the only Latina in my class.
She fell from my arms into the burnt rose bush. Ashen peddles covered most of her in clouds. As she lay the charm I knew dims. The spark of life left her eyes. All that remained was a dull blue gaze into the sun.
Cindy rella knew this fella , Dipped in gold for beauty sold, Cooked and cleaned yet she dreamed, Of a kiss that she couldn't Miss.
Hypnotized by the reality, Still after soo many years, My Misty eyes remained silent. The susurration only had confirmed my doubts. The memories still haunting me all night.
Innocent!! Ready to explore, the urge rush, the wind blow, The sound of the heart, the rush of anger Willing to feel, thy mistake for ever made Bruised for giving, thy depth explored,
The gusts dance upon my face and clasped hands as I sit there, waiting. The glaring sun beads into my eyes as I lean forward leaning on my knuckles. My gaze falls to the concrete bellow as I slip from reality.
You all know it: The man who indulged in Everything he could get his yellowing nails on. From bread to cheese To Meat to women.
this is a world where notthatmuch lives and notthatmuch goes on but there ‘s one quiet girl who lives in a stupid little shack made of unfortunately:hair
Her eyes dance across the sheet, She struggles to catch it as it reaps, It says the things she wouldn't dare, And she turns it into notes floating in the air.
sleight of hands sending messages shades of colour sending shades of hope the running pencil makes us slow yea slow to fight, keen to change dainty images sharper than light
Night and day Day and night Sleep till dawn Sleep till night Sleep forever Never to awake Loves first kiss doth this curse break
-.Once upon a time, there was crafty red cow who had dreams to start her own business. She was friends with a lemur, a tiger, and a donkey   One day a passer by asked to buy some ice cream. The cow had an idea.
Written down in history Beautiful and fair They say they lived happily ever after or so they thought But, no one knows what was done in the dark  
Take in That breath Sink slowly Bottom rest   Still limbs Still mouth But restless In thought Take two Back one Repeat Repeat   Fight back
Written down in history Beautiful and fair They say they lived happily ever after or so they thought But, no one knows what was done in the dark  
Mercury, Venus, Saturn, All the planets, the same pattern, If we listen to their patter, Our world is bones from their matter. The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
Drowning in her lonesome, amid in her cottage full of chocolate walls, the old woman lust for attention. Her decor of vibrant sweets in and out of the house,
Maybe if I were fast enough I'd finally outrun the tortoise.   I've studied closely: patience is key, patience is key; and yet, he just doesn't understand that speed is what I'm built for.  
How is a raven like a writing desk? I shall never know. Yet it dances around my head, Making a home in deep recesses of my mind.   That is until I met her, My dear Alice.
Fairytales are the biggest deceivers of them all,and these are the greatest liesthat we have been telling our daughtersfrom when they are so very small.
Let's get back to being human As we lost it some way back We devolved to war and warrior; Let's regain the human track Let's get back to being human It's who we're meant to be
Dressed in silk, dancing with lowborn ilk, His suit the color of foaming milk,
Flitter, flutter, butterfly in the butter. Aunt, aunt, ant in the sugar. Apple, raffle, snapple in the bottle.
Prince Ali Mighty is he Living in deception Strong? No, weak Mighty not he
Red is the feeling you get when he says your name It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you Red is the way your mind is racing
history must cry posterity must judge we lay aflown on the winds of the past me thinks that we are here 'cause it happened there . whispers from behind bellows akind the wind constitute
And so he asked me do i Do it for the love or the fight Both honestly we all tryna make It in this world choose your path  And to each yout zone mine so happens To be a vibe Music its like a blood
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
Once upon a time...   Not so very long ago Before the wind had come to blow A girl who lived with long blond hair Came to finally see the snow.   To her delight, and her mother's fright
My heart is fine This helps pump the blood through my veins My spine is healthy This helps me to walk or stand at the upright My body is relaxed This is because I know I am healthy
I am warmest when I am wrapped in you   I recall the whispered dreams we share, curled so close together we take the space of one.   Your whispers will always be, the beat to which I set my rhythm.
Where am I going? Where have I been? Where am I headed? Where have I stayed? Where have I grown? Where have I diminished?
Once upon a time, He was freedom, grace, and everything in between Clad in a fluorescent green suit and daring smile, His hands full of acceptance with a sense of comfort.
Once upon a time I would have said "no" but I wasn't in control, and I never was in control. Because when you pinned me down in the cold dungeon you call a bedroom, there was no escape.
once upon a time,  an old woman with wrinkled hands held out an apple. “try it. take a bite.” snow white smiled, shook her head. she pushed the apple away.
Sitting on her throne, the Queen admired the empire she had built for herself.
Come to the library, Come to the dorms, Where students cram knowledge into their brains. Come where af ectionate teachers help prepare you for the world. Listen to the pages flip and the keyboards clicking.
I’m rarely seen But I make sure I am heard   I work with death I warn others of upcoming losses You can hear my wail loud and clear  
I'll never know why she ever said those things. Around the girls ears she left large odorous rings. And with every nasty word it would leave a small scar that felt infected and resembled the color of tar.
On Beauty and Desire
“Amazing,” he breathes, eyes bright,
I'm standing on my own I'm different than them I don't need glory or money I need honor I need to prove more of myself I'm a rolling stone And what I need the most Is what I have the least
Drop dead gorgeous, features strong, yet soft to the eye. A presence wrapped in truthful bliss. She is #wcw, nah, she is #wce. Everyday, I hit that IG heart, tryna get to her heart, knowing she hasn't been made aware of me, just social media me.
Tears down my cheeks run in streaks.  All the time I wasted, 72 hours to be exact.  481 pages more to complete. Yet I compose a poem instead.  It's not my fault I couldn't finish, it's my guests.
Once upon a time There was a little girl Her eyes shined brighter than the Sun in the morning  She was the Moon and I was the stars Adoring her light
There once was a girl who lived in the sea. She lived with six sisters and dad, And though she was not sad, She also did not find herself to be happy.  
Throughout the years Cinderella watched as pedestrians passed, Blood dripping off her hands from her actions. Her victim wept, Her tears red
1. Perhaps, the gold wedding band that adorned her finger was his warrant, To pummel and trammel the woman he vowed to love; In sickness and in health.
1. My black is not boundless, It will not overflow And drown my heart in a dusky sea. So I am able; To love and be loved.
Let the sky clear with southern winds To push the soil across my dusty home Please, please do not bury these
The Little Mermaid shimmers and sings Floating upon the surface A new species of Jellyfish? Inquisitive Mermaid swims up the water column
1. Until death comes; We may never realise the true beauty of life, The treasure in a simple hello, Even the luxury of a warm hug; May to us; go unnoticed.
They say dead men tell no tales But your story is timeless. Just a man, a concept, An alien being Who made galaxies shiver, Heads turn, Finally returned to stardust.
Holding some cheese in his mouth, The fox sat down to feast. A crow flew by to spy, perched on a branch in a tree.
She is my heart. The sun rise that wakes me. Our love never parts. She is the current that takes me. My life couldn't be any better. I put my heart and my love in this letter.
One man, One girl, One beast, Hoping to feast Enters the beast.  The least to resent her, Townspeople enter At the center  Look delicious  And also suspicious as can be.
I finished my essay It's a lot to say Maybe the message was heard It'll soar like a bird A story undeterred More like thoughts slurred I may be a clown But you can't make me frown
It whispers to me like the wind whispers through the trees.  It calls to me as a mother calls for her children. It seeks the dark attention in me as a shadow seeks home in corners.
Red rivers ran over cobble stone steps. 
She dreamt of his sunset eyes, his their blue and starlit skies.   He dreamt of the past's pale roses, her fair yet seductive poses, Together, Apart, Past, Future.  
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful black queen, Genesis, they called her.  She'd been through more trials and tribulations than you've ever seen. Her innocence, stolen. A white man, with no decency.
The small town she grew up in became engulfed in flames Memories burnt to ashes Buried among forgotten names She desperately wanted to run, but a voice called her to stay
I'm surrounded by pills. They would be so easy to swallow. I don't even need water. I have pills on my nightstand right next to my books. I have pills on the counter  right next to my tea.
A crisp wind blew beside the quiet town, Darkness covered his thoughts as he gazed into the horizon,
I walk through the woods seeking a rose,  for a lovely maiden waiting back home.     As I trudge through the brush, 
Don't you ever wonder where he is if he even thinks about you everyday if you are the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last thing before he goes to sleep   You're young and so is he
Dark umbra throughout  Vanishing perspective  Tucked away toxic troposphere  The day not gay but grey and glum    Sun gone by long smog  Overcoming the cloudland  A dense layer of cold 
I am trying to make a friend That can hear my heart The one to understand The one who don’t deceive me Who have no selfish interest in friendship But I can’t find one  
Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
     Once upon a time, in a concealed land where no man near to wander, a necromancer who settled in his compact cabin with worn out logs kept him protected from the outdoors. The man with no name had 
It was not the act but the feeling: Intoxicated by the way feet glided across our small favela, the floor almost as black as my skin.
Once upon a time... There was a girl with hair of a deep crimson and eyes a deep sea blue Her body was slim and usual Until her tail of some strange sea-creature began at her waist
Green is all around us. Green grass and trees. Green plants and some veggies. Retired and working. Young and old people working. All surrounded by green. The paper in circulation is green.
The Tiny Kitchen Maid By Kaelynn Calac She be nimble,  she be small Her smile bright, complection dull With eyes of ice and hair of straw That Tiny Kitchen Maid She works all day, spares her play
Balancing on an oakwood stepping stool,I wiped at the mirage of colors on the grease stained windows.Another one of my "chores",Placed on my ebony tresses by my stepmother.Crystallized like warm honey on the outside,
Sometimes, we have wolves around us Tearing into our lives like vicious reminders That the real world…bites back That night my grandmother died
A woman walks with her little Boy. There is smoke Coming out of her cigarette. Don’t you know how Easily you can blow up this place.
Mr Pride S. Dust Self eulogy is an ill choice Its a steep down the slope The arrays of pride-scope Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft
a month has gone by she's still gone a way not a trace nor a lie it hurts less everyday no call note or knock not a sound she gave she left us in shock when she went a way
Whether it be grims or just a fairy tale What really happened in the end, not many people can tell Different variations, scattered around time Like was Jack a good boy or did he really commit a crime
Growing up, the happy endings are shoved down our throats Like a spoon full of sugar While other kids grow up with the harsh realities of their lives
In trees tall, and forest dense Lurks and waits a handsome prince For the song from along the trees That floats upon the chilly breeze.
We all are different from one another CREATing things such as one another Inevitable animal-like traits in which others would have to Just WAIT To see. You see?  This creature never saw the beauty 
Stepping out onto the red carpeted glass steps of the staircase, Sparkling yellow heels clink with each step Shimmering, glistening, golden ball gown flowing behind her
  I see you being lonely your always so lonely your always walking away from me what I did wunt even that bad, stop acting like a fool and boy stop being anti boy stop being anti yea boy stop being anit I tried to say I'm sorry 
once upon a time... there was a small monkey on a key chain hook small brown with sparkly eyes, and a goofy name coconut and this small monkey on a key chain hook was not just an ordinary toy
Tomorrow they will be blue, Regardless of the color, They will always remind us of you.   Cherished in every way, Even during their fragile days, Flowers are Bright, Flowers are Cheerful,
To the person I was, the person I am, and the person I someday hope to be. To the person I carved out of my skin Out of my head to give it more room
Maybe we don't have to know; What's there to come in the future. And maybe ten years after everything We'll stumble upon each other again,  laughing about how we broke each other's heart.   Love,
leap; slide in the dust of clean floorslow motion, as a rubber band snapand sweet focusin courage; extensions of psycheundulate motion in air; space of starsrelease.hold tendons together; pull tight
Once upon a time in a rich kingdom Lived a newly crown princesss named Cinderella Cinderella had a hard life growning up But a little magic clean it up  But thats another tale Lets talk about a new Cinderella
Melodica laughter, thrill in her eyes, innocence cloaking her features.   She enters and with her a parade, emotions of inconceivable valor, emotions too new to name.  
You whisper delicate lines between each kiss I hung on like death   Everyting you do it toturous my passion burning within to the promised sunrise   The secret sweet
if time could stop where would you be? where would you go? near far somewhere inbetween   if time could stop  and all our worries melted away how would you spend it,
There’s a longing and a yearning deep within My soul cries and my heart rends from light to darkness I search for You My heart’s sojourn pleases You until You call me home once again
I lie beaten and bruised. My blood dies the snow. My wares have been stolen, save a tiny hidden bag.
Anastasia is an unofficial disney princess but nevertheless, she is my favorite one. The story revolves around her travels with a young man she doesn't realize she met before, in search of finding her family.
Think about this, How many times do you noticed the disasters that affect our world? Do you even care? Put this on your mind. We are all here together, we all breath the same air.
I want you to take your mind mind out of this goddam art god damn picture from any graphics design including King Skipa's art blugred design and THINK! THINK not about what
Once upon a time: for it only happened onceand the time isn't too specific(well, it is a fairytale). Once upon a time there was a princess. (there's always a princess)
Standing on the Ocean shore allowed water to brush his feet Bubbling froth wrapped around while sand underneath brought peace Never in a million years have chirping birds sounded so graceful
Tale as old as time True as it can be Barley even friends Then somebody bends unexpectedly Beauty fell in love with the Beast Because of his charm and loving nature
Never, he said, would I feel the pull of gravity on my skin, or the pains of growth in my bones.  Forever. Beauty preserved like a relic ship in a clear-glass bottle.
The times her curly hair flew as she walked Those brown eyes, wondering, waiting For someone to catch her From falling into an abyss of agony. This girl didn't want to grow up and face reality
Once upon a time, like every other fairytale ... There lived a shy, lovely , fifteen year old ... She had 2 lovers... One of them she had known every since she were little
I am not certain whether it's the tinsel or lights, but I do know this is more than just a tree.
She flies away  Blissfully, swiftly away Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take But not life, no Age is what she seeks
Depression is my best friend He says he'll always be there, even when the medication makes me hate him He says his favourite colour is red, and I ask him why
What would you do if one day, you looked in the mirror, but the person glaring back, wasn't you?   I mean, they looked like you. They had the same colored hair, the same marks on their face,
Dear Annabelle,
Flight on the Track by Paul Babcock     We fly like horses across the ground. Feet rumbling, legs aching, sweating. The gun shoots and we are off.
As a child, fairytales were one sided. I never had to think, they were always just provided. Now I start to wonder through the meaning of it all, if  the tall tales told to me were the way the went at all.
Dear Grandma, I just thought you should know what I’m doing now I am a strong person who spends a lot of time trying to get by. I just thought you should know how I’m feeling
A desire to be free is felt by all her children. Yet, she alone is chanting "Give me liberty, or give me death," as she holds up her burning torch high in the night sky in her right hand, and tablet in her left.
I am rushing to the palace My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing I have my big blue gown and my hair tied up with my glass slippers I look through the carriage window- we are almost there
  By, Zac Simons     Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering
Believe in me darling, for i am your sanity A piece of tranquality in a world full of ability The hope of a nation to become one The dream of a fatherless child kissing his son
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Naked skeletons. Hollow eyes. Gnarled joints. All in line for “shower” time. I was just following orders. Branded like cattle. In line like sheep for slaughter. Already dead.
Every single day without fail a voice would blare out the words to an anthem that we loyally repeated, Right hand over our heart Left hand behind our back
  Dear Uncle sam,  Why do you see me as a threat,  My brown skin is only a fear to the sun. I manifest in moon,  the phases in which my people fear your blood.  
The great I know is the one that tells the thieves' liesPeace and happiness you decide your own lifeBut once lives are taken for reasons of the unknown Concepts such as hatred, as to detest our natural skintoneThey say I might die tonight, I might
I've never been much of a patriot,   I'm pretty apathetic when it comes to everything.  
A fallen flag can't stop me from falling for you.Even after all the discrimination and racism I still find myself proud to be called an American.
Living under the 50 stars, Hoping and searching for the American Dream, A nice family with a nice house with a nice car, Walking down the street with a soda and some change, Stop there!
A beautiful pride loitered in the air The day our dear Americ was born Ecstasy lit the eyes of her people Shining as bright as the mid-summer sun Twinkling as delicate as the stars
It comes suddenly, doesn't it? That feeling, that prickling sensation, crawling across the nape of your neck.
Everybody wants to be a Nigga, until the Police show up, then they go back to being White.
Strawberry stories at a summers end  quickly turn sour at the touch of spoiled milk. The sun slowly setting as the end of new beginnings die
Who am I ?
What does my soul want? You see if my soul wants something... The very thing that makes me, me... If it's crying out for something…
If you knew that I liked you How would you proceed? If you knew how much I desired to Be with you, Would you still love me? If only you seen what I seen when I first met you.
The wall is up. The barbed fence stands A barrier to the Promised Land. The guards do watch and seek a fight. The dogs are fierce and long to bite. A man who's poor and looks to hope
The beauty of those oppressed by those with money. You often wonder if they think you're funny. If being poor and having to rely on the next paycheck is a reason to be scorned.
There's a party, Everybody is lit, Drinking and Smoking, Posting pics with their new outfits.   Party in a mansion, Tables turning with red cups,  My team need a coupple hook-ups,
What do we do? When all we see, is just fighting, in the land of the free?   an elephant wants this, yet the donkey wants that, yet speak of compromise you'll be laughed at  
Looking out the window, I watched as the green leaves billowed in the breeze Even as I did, I envied them their freedom And carefree nature Their immobility seemed not to bother them
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela   The squeaky wheel Ran loud   As ten pounds of beans
 In a world where children are obliteratedBy chemical weaponsWhere strikes rattle the brains and deafenThe sleeping innocent are threatenedA man faces ArmageddonYet, He claims tears of joy for his twins are in heaven
She starves herself to only look as skinny as the girl standing next to her, She forces herself to binge and purge and binge and purge, a vicious cycle that not only eats away at her body,
Author: Tangie Harris Title: Flowers Look out there, what do you see? Hopefully within that garden I see a particular flower for me. A handsome flower, with roots
I am a black woman. I am the resistance No matter what you try to do to me, I’ll always resist Life...or death. My body is the resistance.
Say you're a generous man Gave me a home  Then destroyed my innocence.  You justified your shame with the actions you forced upon me.    Scaring memories  With every word you speak. 
No matter how hard i try to conceal this shame.I can’t silence the echountil I know the sourcefrom which it came.It emanates from close by.Yet this source of the soundconveys a meaning I don’t recognize.What does it mean?“The only value you find i
(Verse one) Here we, here we go again-doing the same old things, living the same old trends. I want something new, gimme a brighter view. I’m tired of a sky that’s blue, perhaps a purple hue?
When I called her beautiful, I didn't just say it. I let it flow from every pore in my skin, every square inch of soul.  The word flowed swiftly over my lips like a waterfall, 
Baby, we are one flesh,Truly, we are man and wife;Baby, we are one flesh,The best ministry in my life.  
Imagine a world so unlike this one Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines, And no one experienced the sinking jolt Of panic caused by bad touches Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers
Japanese bombers. Hijab in the airport. Black man with a Gun. Images conjure fear. But shouldn't. Let's change things. Let's change fear into acceptance, into love, into bravery.
"Oh say can you see...," We're living in a land that is still not free. They kill sons of our mothers No "Sons of Liberty" Can stop the deaths of our brothers,
I walk across the hollow deck       placing my hand           on the railing               of the bow and I gaze       across the sea.   I close my eyes  and breath one
All the fun is just past the golden gatesAlong the crowded pathAfter the souvenir shops Behind the mouse statueBefore the fun ridesWith many excited peopleIn the packed centerFor group picturesAround the large, white castle With many enjoyable cha
Uninspired Unwelcome America has never been great I banged my head against walls To get out of school Because I couldn’t face my abusers anymore
 <p>Where flames of crimson </p> <p> Once graciously licked our homes </p>  <p> Springs forth a new hope </p>
Comb through your luscious, red hair, And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire, Betwixt the very sand and sky— I could just cry, For in due time, I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
Sweet Summer nights, Spent with you by the lake at your side, Your enigmatic smile, Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.   I have a cherry colored vendetta,
What happened to the time when people made it a point to say hi and happiness didn't come from a buy and children were seen playing outside Life wasn’t about me me me but rather a time of love and simplicity
How can we say we live in the land of the free while the homes of the brave are being taken away            How can we ignore the illness and poverty suffered so immensely
This rain It's been falling for centuries Blessing his son And cursing land This rain has been there for generations Blessing this son And still cursing that land
I'm writing this one And dedicating it to you. All I have, just for you. This keeps baffling me I mean when? when? When will I, be able to compensate, all your efforts to make me?
standing at the mirror and i look like a shell of myself skin stretched over bone, barely hanging on, but so am i dark circles reflecting dark corners of my mind that attack me at night like monsters playing hide and go seek impossible to catch i
I see the world With it's fury and pain. It fights every move we make, Pushes against us until we break And then some. I see the world In all it's passion and glory
We all are in a warzone, And the enemy is closing in, Surrounding us with armies, But we aren't done with him. This is war, and it's not fun, But the battle's just begun,
The bristles swayed softly in the breeze. While the canvas was so bare, her mind was running free. There it is! A spark! She reached out to grab it and pull it close. On this new adventure she would embark.
Baby, I will always love you like no other. Though words can't capture these feelings, the few I have come from the deepest parts of me. Like a loving bear, I will cross the oceans for you.
Madness? The fog hung low, but their spirits were twirling above, absorbed in a type of relation that could only be described as complete.
White hoods Confederate flags Burning crosses Callin’ us “fags” Vicious and violent Even if they can’t reach us. But we don’t stand a chance If those who could help don’t show up,
Sometimes you just gotta let things burn. Sometimes, you just gotta let the world burn. Then, you know, something may rise.   
I’m tired of everything Tired of not being able to sleep Living through hardships that put a man in the ground so deep; Losing everything he thought of in the matter of days
when I was little I used to dream of being married and living Happily ever after, a Queen that sits on her throne with Pride glittering in sparkling daylight, shining blue, pink, silver, and golden
America? Known as a nation reborn, Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes. We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on, There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
Dear America, I miss our sunlit days and endless lawns, The way dusk lit up our concrete suburb. We held hands in the perfumed grass that night.
  I told u I was fine All I need is a glass of water To take some pills I never knew u cared Your eyes were blank with blackness That was all I needed 
As the first snowflake falls All you can do is recall The precious times you have seen Moreover, think of the most wonderful time being The time when you walk freely Sitting alone peacefully
That feeling you get when they touch you, A sensation from another entity with the same intentions as you. A memory formed of promise and love, A gift of indulgence sent from above.
That four corner flag, see it fly
Decayed, despaired, destroyed after years of abuse at the claws of a monster, a broken state of mind reinforced by a broken state of being, unable to prosper. Spoken in Satan’s charming tongue,
"More, more." They say, "More, more." These voices won't stop This emptiness won't be filled enough "More, more." These voices continue to say, "More, more." More of what? More friends.
This house is made of eggshells As far as I can see, shards, everywhere, littering the ground, waiting to stun and snap and break into even more tiny bits just waiting... waiting to dig and find their mark.  
Our hearts have been carved with silver spoons Slice, slice, carve away as they laugh, the goons They cheese as they prosper, increasing our power Meanwhile their smiles fail to hide their glower  
Just yesterday I stood among some people in the square, Old Glory waved above us on a fireman’s ladder there. She had been hoisted to remind us all of where we are,
I walk along the Mississippi shore  wondering more and more why the gulf is ever so murky and the sand so dirty  for years I saw over time why its tides don't shine It reminds me of the masses
Man, why does life got to be like this? Locking the car every time I cruise in the whip Quicker than Trayvon Martin got hit Swifter than Eric Garner got choked out in the streets by the pigs 
When dawn arrives, the sun will rise, and the light will shine so bright, trying to greet the fleeting night.   It leaks gold in most places, and fills eery dark spaces,
Oh, say, can you see, blinded by the tear gas By the dawn's early light, shining through our body bags as we lay on the street, hitting our 3 hour mark What so proudly we hailed
As one we are Americans Individually we shape America We bleed red We feel blue And our white bones break under similar burdens  
All I see is people running Mothers and kids screaming every time a gun go off Bombs dropping like they’re basketballs out of a hoop The fire scent of gun smoke everywhere
Sometimes flawed, sometimes perfect we all know that we are worth it. In the end we lend a helping hand And help each other in need all the while  the world rejoices, with me. You, and all of us. 
There are cracks in this cement, some big, some small. Some more noticeable than others. These cracks, caused by erosion. Worn away by the very thing it dreads.
I just love to eat! 'Tis quite a joy beyond compare, To eat so many different kinds of food From every known and unknown part of the world, Ice cream with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry,
The emptiness which filled the vacuum of space, Stood lonely and without anything to do, So God decided to create something worthwhile. He spoke into being a divinely brilliant light,
It lives inside, searching for warmth Lurking, slithering, hiding - a presence to many yet a stranger to All Alone in the shadows, it fears for its life, Searching, Searching, Searching, desperately seeking a way out - 
Should I be afraid to walk outside because underneath my clothes is a black man inside?  Who is the child underneath the white sheets being gun down while playing with his toy in the streets?   A mother is crying, down on her knees, for her child'
Should I be afraid to walk outside because underneath my clothes is a black man inside?  Who is the child underneath the white sheets being gun down while playing with his toy in the streets?   A mother is crying, down on her knees, for her child'
You tell me holding hands isn't your thing. My stomach starts to rise through my arteries up my lungs until our hands drop.
Downtown, there’s this intersection where the same man would stand and sell newspapers every day, smiling.   He would wave at me every afternoon,
Her mother always joked, "Mija eres hecha en México pero producida en los Estados Unidos."Darling you were made in Mexico but produced in America.It was a family joke.But not quite a laugh when you learn the truth behind this story.A preg
Everyday I wear a smile I go out into the sun and I shine right along with it I'm loud and exciting, like a one man circus I joke and I laugh with my friends I have fun and I enjoy myself, just like everyone else
Africans, Mexicans, Indians, Eskimos, Ricans,  Indians, Chinese, Anglos and so much more..... Thats America to me. Not the corrupt streets hat lock a man 
Locked in my dreams I saw you disappear Helpless and scared I didn't know what to do I walked in the rain In desperation to wash away the pain But it was all in vain Because i didn't gain
With you by my side I feel strong and never backslide You are over there and i am over here So faraway yet so near The pain and agony we endure eveyday Brings love and harmony in every single way
Someone asked me who am I to be, I told them I don't know but you will see. They say what do you fear, I say nothing stopping I fear losing. They say what's your passion,
I think the first time I noticed that love tears us apart Was when I finally experienced it first hand It can be a beautiful thing with all those newborn feelings and fluttering stomachs
loving one who loves another can break you in half as you wither I wither away when he smiles at her everyday   I am in love with his eyes brown and warm he may speak lies
There are dreams you cannot dream, There are songs you cannot possibly sing.   Days of angels, Nights of ravens, you will never kiss, For that hearts you will not know, Nor see.
Crowded pathways, cameras rolling, court's ruling, Do they know I'm just a child? School is school, does it matter if I'm black or white. I bleed the same color, Why does it matter if my skin is brown?
In contemporary belief. A archer went to a shaman for relief. A answer to ease fear of thoughts. Finding his way home, the trail of war became too much.
A year is colors is something that can blur around you It starts off in the cold winter months, with blues and grays, and whites before it moves to the dusty brown and pale greens of spring
One day I want to find a world Far away from this one With impossible cliffs High above the clouds With a terrain of impossible soil
There's a plague of insanity among us Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant? A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
      I have a pain so mysterious that I can not name it;
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work. But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
Undue:I can't undue this discoloration of my Pigmentation.Undue the prehistoric times that has many untold stories on repeat...rewind.Undue my words of sorrow dream for hope for tomorrow.Undue these chains like the crack they pumped in our veins.U
Bullying seems only to me to be The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me You laugh at me, you push and shove, I run home crying, to pray to the man above Ask him to help, in any way he could
A personal piñata To bring to a breaking point As the piñata cracks Hands grab and the shell is left empty Grades Emotions Love It is snatched from the broken halves Hard work is pointless Piñata are replaceable  M.M
Chained to the ground, accept it Live it Chin to your chest Tears stream down your face You count your days till emancipation   Hope in your heart, deny it Escape it Head up high eyes to the sky Chains rattle as you struggle You count your days ti
His name was Agape. He had a fascinating mind. It was dark but when beams of light would shine through the broken glass that had sunk deeper and deeper into his skull over the years, it was beautiful.
When a girl cuts her pink ribbons off her hair    she is given the chance of freedom, adulthood, and the chance to save her innocent soul   it is her choice to 
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
I see wisdom
I can see the grass grow higher -Oh how must this life come easy To grow as the wind blows -If only it was as swift to rest in peace
When you jokingly say “ohmygod I hate you!” And I say laughing “I hate me too so it’s all good” You may be joking, but I’m not  
in the middle of night under the light of the moonlight facing a car light made me hold myself tight   memories of you suddenly rush into my mind the voice of you
I have always had trouble looking at the "big picture"Not that I couldn't imagine a big picture frame But i couldn't see what filled it
Buried was his presence in the warmth of the smoke, And burning his head, in the flames of sickness, His brain ashing out fervor of choke, His bones, underneath, melting of weakness.  
Early morning The sun is still rising The fields are still blanketed With spider's webs That the morning sunlight Shine directly through Glistening like diamonds Heavy with kisses of dew
Roses & Violets By: Brianna Jackson Roses are red Violets are blue I am African American What would you do?
Even though tomorrow is uncertain I still march forward with hope and passion Though I might be down I still look forward with a mighty fire burning inside I march forward because the future holds the keys to great doors
Meeting people left and right Holding on to who I am so tight   I walk into her class “She’s so mean. She’s so cruel” “Children’s tears, that’s her fuel” I ignored what they would say
It comes around every year but January 2016 was one like no other. I had new goals, new experiences, higher expectations and I was ready to go further.   My first semester of college was already in the books
Eric Swearingen                                                        EARLY MORNING FOG   Walking to school in the morning, A day in fall where the fog devoured the streets
  I was a latent volcano with lust to erupt only I didn’t know it, the sides of my mouth curling upwards in grotesque clown grins
The rays of light scatter throughout the room As I take a deep breath I feel the light It slices my cold pale skin I sit there On the floor
In my vision I see Children on swing sets Laughing with joy Chasing each other on turf   In my vision I see A little boy who falters
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk Listen whilst I remember, recall Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet For he was never such a declious trait Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
There are green trees but buildings right beside them  There is wind but buildings blocking it  There are birds but buildings taking away their homes  Without the buildings there would be  A forest 
As I crawled on my skinless knees,  On your un devoted grounds of love. I wasn't ready Your aim was steady, Possessed by the intensive curiosity of life.
There is A Sunflower, Yellow, Bright, and Bitter.   The colossal wave in the horizon Smashed The border lines of Morality.   The Right and The Wrong  Battle The life ahead. 
The Clockwork of Change   Gears are grinding and springs are creaking, as copper teeth clash into fiery sparks. Numbers stand in
As each day rolls around, It brings up some facts, quite profound  The day before yesterday; Clouds glide over bold black sky  Even the stars , at long last die, They then fall from the sky.
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
I talk to you from far away While you wait far away You are a distant thought Yet an intense memory You are always there
I’m laughing, smiling, Dancing like I own the world at age seven. Stars handpicked like strawberries for only my eyes to eat Nothing could tear me down.  
Time is an illusion drenched in space. Unyeilding. Unending. It stares you in the face. Look away and it does not. For if it did you would vanish without a trace.
I wish I had a photographic memory so that my mind could take snapshots  of the vividness before me the collections of saturated thoughts are ever present   I recollect the luminous glow of the heavens
As she contacted my eyes, her words lost their purpose and gravity, becoming dulcet echoes, gradually drowning in the mellow sea of my subconscious reality.
To be, to be a tree There are many trees, trees are tall and trees are small  There are many trees that are smaller than others miles and miles they grow  Dose any one ask, how do you get there?
This is a poem about a poor boy, who does not do; but starring at the roof.  In the year 2016 he only goes to school, for fun and one day he saw one disable guy,
The light screams in my eyes, as I stand on the stage. Today was the day, for it was Graduation day. With a lump of stone lodged in my throat, I take my first step stridding past the podiam.  
I've been everywhere, Although my body ain't been here or there My mind has traveled everywhere. I lived on the South Side for nine years And the North Side for eight, But that really ain't right. 
My father stumbles in Feet tripping over- Heel toe, heel toe At a quarter to 2 -Am, of course   My mother is asleep in her bed
From the first moment I saw you, I fell for you more and more with  every wave... Until one day the tide turned, and the waters got rough... You left me out there to drown, you watched me struggle...
A door A door with chips in the paint, reminded me much of 2016. A year full of dread, for me, that is. The knob shined as bright as a newborn star, representing the new year that was yet to come.
As seasons change, so too, do I. As the five yields to the six, a bell tolls, Somewhere, for no one but for me. I digress.  
Poco a poco you stole my heart As Kelis once sang, Before you, my whole life was acapella I found myself tone deaf, Singing hymns in hopes that I would soon find
I remember the days we spent together, Filled with laughter and endless adventure. I remember all the years that passed, Bringing us closer with each rising sun.
There was a shooting star So it had to be fate That I would let you fuck me   Romanticism isn't dead John Mulaney, a walk in nature, 
Passing seasons never falter Ink inscribed skin ever after Heart ache a burning volcano I hear a bird's song of sorrow How can I rise from this abyss When all I want is to remiss The torturous emotions
F-A-T-H-E-R I wish I could define this term I wish I knew what it was like to have one I wish I could save up my money and buy one I don't even know what I would do with one
"Wake Up Neo. "The Matrix has you."   Digital Mind Control. Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
Give me a year  I'll exploit it.  I will gladly take advantage.  I will stretch  and squeeze it  and slow down  and freeze it  as much as I can manage.  A year is a precious gift 
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.   I made myself waffles with the waffle iron I convinced my mother to buy when I was twelve, with a side of fruit I bought at a road side produce stand. 
So rare like the blue moon with a once in a lifetime experienceso is the moment i first set my eyes on youlike an aurora in the the horizon Releasing a song of light and night and half lightO dimmed glory babbling under the span,I knew your name b
I- am who I- am I am thunder- and I am lightning- I crackle, pop, and sizzle. Nothing can phase me You insult me I bear it- You- hate me I- don't give- A damn! You see me now, I- still don't give-
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who  I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair  and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
The clock ticks and ticks and ticks.Another year has passed.A new one has arrived,But the only difference is in me.Oh, how I have changed. I've grown tired,so tired.And my future stares me down. 
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
2016 was the place to be, as it was such a great year for a future musical career, My band won 6th place to a regional display, the highest place the school had ever lay,
You taught me how to walk and you taught me how to talk You loved me when I didn't love myself, you taught me how to keep my head up  You taught me how to be me, but it just wasn't good enough. 
I am from a place where you hear a helicopter and police siren every single night.
Time, such a mysterious component of  life,  yet a necessary and unstoppable force that, we must live with, growing older and with distant memories.   The past, a mere memory, of things long since passed.
White pillows, beeping, a rush of fluids in my arm.  Oblivion. It is the dawning of a new year, but I am stranded In this room, awaiting the sentence, the doom, the judgment.   They put me down and replaced me.
Well, this past year hasn't been much of a nightmare for me, but it hasn't been easy.
The Pearl stuck inside rose Beauty is such a fine word to describe oneself But am I the pearl stuck to love for my health, See I am the pearl that no one seems to understand
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
Hola, Bonjour, Ciao, Guten Tag these are different ways to just say hello. It's marvelous and eye opening how languages have an impact on our lives. Without them we wouldn't have different
Sereneness. I can feel the warm sun beating down on my face. I take a deep breath of the clean lake air. My paddleboard rocks gently to the comforting waves.
Death is the separation of body and soul, But wherever you go, the angels will still sing.  Why? Because God gave angels free will. And once upon a time an angel was captured by a demon inside,
Sometimes you get scared he'll replace you with someone better. You know he lies and fill up your head, But you want to stay for the better. People say he ain't gone never change, But you want to think otherwise.
When we crossed paths, There was already a connection You caress me with your voice and penetrated me with your words You aroused me with your knowledge and made me throbbed with your touch
Being naïve is a gift   It is as if you are asleep, with the peaceful sheep   But you are to be awakened from this  
Our mother is angry. She rattles in her sleep. There's a burning spirit among her. Her children, taking the heat.
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year Every word people said were just words that… Bounced off my ear   I graduated high school with a 4.0 Easy for me, everyone expected me to
I could write a poem that no onecould tell was for you. It would be about sparkly purpleeyeshadow brushed onto sensitive eyelids,Lucky by Britney Spears being replayedand the foul smell of burning hair
All my lifeI have never owned my own suitcase.   Every family trip or vacation I borrowed from my mother or even my father, in order to stow my belongings for the road ahead.  
Oh how the winds have changed all wind blows with the curviture of the earth but not all whip and burst in the same directions   Some winds dash throgh the trees and encourage leaves to dance
Riding on the back of a motorcycle Tress all around Mud splashing on my bare feet A feeling of excitement tingling through my body  
I spend the 2016 new year in the room that your smile would light like the fireworks outside, the room is dark now. Just thinking that a few weeks ago it was december.
  Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up. Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch Memories of thick, greasy pizza
BLACK LOVE I watched her... watched her as she slowly undressed.Supple Nubian Queen.My eyes rejoiced at her beauty,as she approached my sexuality. Our lips met. Wet, red hot lips.Our hips met.
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud I stopped more frequently than I had been walking. At first they would wait for me, But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
My love for him grew As I held my hand in his, With nicotine touch.   His strong arms held me And fingertips grazed my chin
I was a filter Taking in the darkness and unable to let go All light would pass through I tried to grasp at its intense unknowable beauty Because I knew it was precious and needed
     I'm not quite sure what it was, or when for that matter, but I began to bloom, so slow that it was not easily visible, and so foreign that it was almost unrecognizable.  I began to see stars and galaxies when I looked in my own eyes and I beg
I love you I replied. I wanted his future with mine. His carefully guided wisdom. His whole-hearted embrace. Imagine a life without.
Life is but a single day on a beachA series of wavescrashing, splashinga sun sinking just beyond our touchit goes black, we're toldit comes back, we're toldbut still we're here just a day
I see the lights flashing before my eyes They say my fight is up I am gone   I see nothing but white and big silver gates that say, "Gates of Heaven" I panicked no matter what I said no one would hear me
I used to be like that Erykah Badu song, Bag Lady I carried all of my luggage on my shoulders. My tall frame hung over loosely, Lacking confidence. My woes were gigantic boulders on my chest.
Heartbreaks come in many ways Family, boyfriend/girlfriend, or even just a friend Although mine falls under one of those categories, Mind differs a slight bit. Some call it sexist, some believe it's a true miracle
Seems like forever A boy with a Peter Pan face Walked into my life   A split across the people The candidates speak on TV A passion is born   Feel the Bern I’d shout
careless yet care ridden your lips dripping with honey so sweet you’re rotten to the core me, innocent innocence
Past was known for positives or negatives Past was known for intelligence and talent Past had rivals and relationships
I was the type, that held on, expecting the worst, unable to release myself, from what I presumed was safe. I would hid in the shadows, waiting to be cleansed by the rain, but,