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Slowly letting go of my childhood as a voice leads me into the right direction. I have no choice,  so I take a moment to look at my reflection.   I stare and analyze myself as if I'm searching for an answer.
I’m sitting in my car Steering wheel in my sight My car is parked I’m waiting for my sister to come outside It’s weird that I’m the driver That I’m even old enough to drive
I love you, i cherish you beyond imagining never comparing you with no other You sacrifice things to make the love grow to an undisputable dimension
I reminisce about the days I rode my sparkly-blue bike down every street and back road. Racing cars even though my legs never moved fast enough to win. The wind was always so cold against my skin, but it gave me a sense of possibility.
There is this nyerkuk His name is Junub He was born during poverty His father died under Kawaja And his mom with Jalaba     He sat all alone by himself Next to the so mass grave
There came a point last year when I realized I've grown; I wasn't the same person that walked through the front doors freshman year; It was as if the narative of my life had taken a different tone;
Who knew I needed water, Maybe the doctor.  For a flower to blossom, Now that I’m in college I know the problem. Water is the answer to health, Which now I know means more than wealth. 
She falls apart often she pretends it’s alright But she goes back to that night it wasn’t the first, it wasn’t the last but it was the one that shattered her mask she ignored the things from the past
She was the apple of my eye To bad she had to die She was the love of my life If only she didnt fight She was the one who took my heart
She was the apple of my eye To bad she had to die She was the love of my life If only she didnt fight She was the one who took my heart
I’ve been missing you like crazy, You’ve been on my mind lately, I know it sounds cliche, Things people always say,
In the middle of a forest there is a rock with moss Untouchable Inspirational the woods are a mass of needles and thorns a labyrinth of struggles
The Playground Kierstyn Edore   Laying under the warm rays, back pressed against the American mulch A naive child squints into the golden light
Panic is a bathroom sink, Grime-covered and overflowing, Tearing the skin off my hands With its vicious heat splashing, Burning cold through spilled ink.  
Unborn and already A path has been chosen By those that are not them - To become another cog In the inescapable machine that is society.  
Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter I had to push a little harder. Breathe.Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her.
Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter, I had to push a little harder. Breathe.Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her.
Time is one thing that never rests  It can be spent, but it can never be returned  We make time  Time for friends  Time for family  Time for love  Time to grow  We grow 
She promised me control and gave me just that for a price my life, my body, my soul.   Trips to a box to rid myself of fuel so happily consumed so easily expelled
Little dots are all connected, all around the world, How come that from all those stars, Only some shine more and more? I can't see the stars, my view's polluted, Only the brighter ones,
White imperfections on the skin, Hard on the touch, shinny, firm. Little white crescents, battle marks, Bigger marble line, accident signs. Lightning bolt that reigns my finger,
The soft touch of the yellow light Folds my hair gently behind my ear And I look up at the lovely moon It’s freckled face always smiling back at me
I had gotten used to the lines by now. I no longer felt the eagerness to ride. The exhilaration seemed unappealing and mertilus.
Oh, little flower you’re so pretty. I thought you stopped growing in the winter.
I had gotten used to the lines by now. I no longer felt the eagerness to ride. The exhilaration seemed unappealing and mertilus.
Only One!   Ectomorph= Tall and gangly Mesomorph= Average Endomorph= Short and fat  
To say you don't matter, the words  Pour from the mouth, lips frozen in a  Cold front of all things unkind. Each syllable slides like ice, Piercing, While the memories unbearable are
Take a breath, pause. Step back, pause. Am I okay? Sit at home wondering why, my body isn't like theirs. My voice isn't like theirs. It's like the world is,
Now I am Free You used to be able to destroy me No you have no part of me When I left your home, It feel as if I left my dome of missery You no longer control me Now I am free.
  They don't understand, No matter what i tell my friends, They don't know who i am They criticize me and don't know me.   It hurts so badly,
Graceless, the sinking soils, a cold thorn between Venusian thighs Had pierced her bud so aggressively, Despite my vociferous efforts, To keep him away: Above the lands, I find the tattered remains of letters
Why do they keep doing this to me? Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds? That I'm emotionally unstable?
Emanating from deep within its coils is warmth The red hot comfort like an indoor campfire   As it hugs and envelops me until I no longer remember the suffering
What did I do to deserve this life sentence? I sit alone and cry, stuck in my thoughts trying to find a way to break free from all this pain and misery.
Am I Good Enough? My dreams are not in the clouds They are right in front of me I see them vividly All my aspirations and goalsCollege, lawyer, politicianIt seems so simple. But am I brave enough to reach out in front and grab the future Will I dr
Its taken three years for my skin to harden Watch it turn from rice paper to steel I used to be friendly as a sign of submission But now I stand toe to toe with those I don’t even reach the shoulders of
The fate in the hand, the heart set aflame Like smoke rising from a tornado of autumn leaves  The cry of lonely death sings in the crackle of heat The fate ends here, we all turn to ash We all turn to ash  
Dear Left hand, I thought I would write a love letter  To express my gratitude to you    You were my first supporter in the arts;
An assassin of emotions & a murderer of spirits should not be blessed with such a melodious snicker & silvery mumble He should not have hair the shade of honey for he is not as sweet as such His smile should not sparkle as the stars do for
I want to be the muse for each part of who you are & who you will becomeI want your thoughts of me to play gently through your mind as my fingers do on each key that I brush over I need for my laugh to be the charming staccato you hear in your
In the moment that i realized I love you, my life became an endless summerRays of light pierced through the skyMy heart blossomed as the sunflowers do& the salty ocean waves crashed playfully onto the shore the way your lips crash onto mine My
It's always been a bit too familiarThe glow in your eyesThe sparkle in your smileThe way you illuminate my darkness During the nights that seem the most opaque& during the bleakest of twilightsThere has always been a certain star that ignites
Vast and deep, cavernous and abyssal, gaping and yawning, such was the endless nature of my trepidation, full-bodied, looming, that omniscient shadow, solidifying, forming chains, holding fast,
Some dogs don’t have to prove their strength - Everyone knows a Shih Tzu can’t beat a Pit Bull - Even you I think, has way more than a tenth
I am here  or maybe there I don't know or maybe I do know. I look at you  or maybe the side of you who doesn't think twice before hurting  before suffocating with hate that loves my insecurities.
Home is a place where love lies and family resides. Home is not a place where buildings are constructed. It is a place where flowers do not always
he's a liar. fear whispers in your ear, looks over your shoulder, places his cold hands around your neck.   "you can't possibly do it," he says. "thinkthinkthink
layered shirts, cut- off jean shorts, and neon, knee- high socks. I was picked on. please include me.   “No, your annoying.”   what? is it my fault
  It was a looming figure, the shapeless ones you see in the dark enshrouded by a halo; A halo with no recognizable source. It was a ravenous beast
For the longest time,  I let it encapsulate me.    Fear gripped me with its  frozen, harsh, ugly hands.  They were unrelenting.   I would tell you a story  of suffering  of  pain 
A tough mind of delight, Raised by the fire not light, A shinny hair of the goddess of the night, Who dares to take hold of the blight,
The cogs of a clock for a mind, Always churning. A razor blade for a tongue, And the eyes of a predator, daring you to challenge.
Rain patter-pitters on the windowsill. Shouts echo through the hall- broken glass, hours pass. I have seen the countenance of the rain, It shrouds my hill.   I watch-listen for others who felt the chill, Those who have countenanced their rain- att
Blue used to be my favorite color.  Your eyes were like looking at the sky on a perfect summer day.  But skies turn to storms and you struck me harder than any lightening bolt. 
When faced with dangerWe must stare it in the faceAnd scream.It is in our human nature.Now run,But when it’s a man we never can.Arrivals and departures They ask us why we always leave them
My childhood was a lime-green twist car that raced fast across the living room. Thirty laps to go, around an oval track --- with a dining table, in the middle.   My sister a cosplayed
Insecurity. I am prisoner to Insecurity. How do I get out? How do I set myself free? Anxiety. Insecurity has a friend: Anxiety.
Listen let me tell you about BOX Not a container with a flat base and sides typically square or rectangular and having a lid I wanna personify the BOX I knew as a kid See, BOX was close minded (get it box closed minded)...... NO BOX WAS closed....
I took my dark thoughts down to the seashore, But they just stayed inside or behind me. I don't want to be with them anymore, So I treid to free them out to sea.   No matter how hard I try to let them go,
There is fear in the streets, tarnished in disappointment and remorse   We failed to follow life’s course, catching and releasing like a wild horse.   Fear of heights, and falling from tall skyscrapers—  
Beowulf versus Grendel A classic tale of battle, which continues in me. My Grendel has terrorized me for years, Sinking her claws deep into my soul Every day I fight back – Becoming my own hero
My best moments were ten years ago. Being able to jump in my parents bed Feeling the warmth of their sheets. Not thinking that one day I would have to let go. My family was once a completed puzzle.
My best moments were ten years ago. Being able to jump in my parents bed Feeling the warmth of their sheets. Not thinking that one day I would have to let go. My family was once a completed puzzle.
Kisses Of Pain   I was first introduced to you when you were in 7th grade Your friend had done it first You didn't understand why she did it
My fingers hurt, but not as bad as before. Maybe because the numbness is going away and the actual pain is revealing itself. But sometimes pain like that is good, if only because it means we are healing...  
The scene begins The FIRST BOY waits Framed by shame and regret that hang around his neck like chains The DEVIL whispers in his ear You foolish foolish boy
The past is a renewable resource, A chance to add to my short repertoire. The timeline can show lessons in mem'ries, and old, never-been-heard-before stories.   The past is my not-so-secret garden,
Tears stain your cheeks. You come to school every day, In a mess of mascara. You’re hurt, And I know who did it.   We pass in the hallways
Red
By time, my brotherYou had yet goneDown a dangerous gravel pathIt hadn’t been too longFor your brotherWould still be able to laugh   Confused, but guilty
Red
By time, my brotherYou had yet goneDown a dangerous gravel pathIt hadn’t been too longFor your brotherWould still be able to laugh   Confused, but guilty
“Nomads, Tattered Pavements and Red Hot Redemption” - Chasing scabs of hematoma finesse, devour flaming beneathA roaming fire ant stumbles upon an enticing physique
the girl that smells like period force-fed meat scrub the floor nobody likes her she sits all by herself   the girl smells so bad her pants are wet her body’s a garbage  
I’m not really sure how to start here So I guess I’ll start with something like Hi My name is Jaime
I’m not really sure how to start here So I guess I’ll start with something like Hi My name is Jaime
Little Bird   A little bird, comfortable in her nest, content with being warm by her mama and littermates. One day mama gets up and sings beautifully,
I always bite my tongue at the thought of standing up for what I thought was right. I bit my tongue, thinking about confrontation.
A whole, hole drowning me in darkness I ran and I fell and now i'm seeing a sea, rocking like i'm on a boat, see sawing because i thought i saw a raging sea and a dangerously sharp saw coming after me
I remember the first time I looked at myself, and gave myself a complement "You - Are - Not - Annoying" Those words I longed to hear from others, came out of my mouth as if i was being suffocated by them  
My body stands on a cliff I can't look down my hands will slip from the railing my breath is cold and suddenly non-existent suddenly i jump falling forward
“The rain is so fitting tonight. Saying all the words I fail to express.”I wrote this in the note I never gave you.I remember that night clearly. He liked me, I liked him.
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
What goes up must come down.   It's the law of gravity.   You throw a ball up into the air and what does it do?  
For thy Questions I call to thy art whom made heaven and earth is the earth heaven or hell
to the one who broke me   i hope you’re doing well, even though you called me a shitty friend and listed all the things you hate about me
There it was, That shadowy silhouette With its glowing yellow eyes, And tall stature, Always watching, Always waiting, Waiting for the perfect time to strike.  
Fear, a concept I am most familiar with. As intriguing as a well-known myth. One thing I have feared most; losing friends, For friends are meant to stay until the very end.
The stars evade my glance I find myself caught up in a trance Have they crossed me all too quickly? A fool’s wish and a martyr’s greatest desire
It is there with me every day all night. In the morning when my alarm blares, and in the evening when sleep evades me.
You emobody the vessel of pure isolation what more of an effect could you embrace me with for your friend has seduced the one who's given me life into a life of nevermore  and now we stand face to face 
Pip waded with Tuck as far as she could reach, But she could not follow him onto the beach. Pip stood on her tiptoes, trying to follow, But she gasped for air, and choked as she swallowed.
Today, I learned something Something that meant totally nothing  It made me crazy for a moment  The man im seeing might just be my worst opponent  But something about him makes me happy 
I remember, The connection we loved ever so much has now ran away, laughs of joy we shared have now become screams of agony, The memory of running playfully has now become a sorrow filled stroll,
I used to wear clothes based on branding and price My innermost being was my sacrifice In exchange for acceptance, approval, and nods I gave up enjoyment and became a fraud
Life is like a roller coaster You will need a safety belt to hold you in For things will be scary And you will have to face your fears Around the curve there are new possibilities And a future that awaits
it is not my fault and it is not their fault, but still it bites and it burns like a cut full of salt   now i live in the vault,
today as the sun beats overhead,he sits one table and a dry riverbed to my leftshuffling his feet along the grimy cafeteria floors.his eyes glisten like shattered glass on pavement
I heard once, that the “only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” But my god, the way I feel in the dark says otherwise.  
Our world, separated by darkness and light, Roughly advances, more difficult to fight; People will struggle in order to thrive, Though many just struggle to stay alive;
The rain begins to fall outside. I can already smell the wet grass seep through the cold glass windows. I see the puddles. I hear the deep rumble. I can almost feel the rushing force of liquid around my feet. But I stay inside.
Parted Lips a-POP-olypse The seats of the minivan burst into flame  as rabid fragments of monster carrots feed Death while he
I sit down and wait. I look up at the clock until the hour and minute hand says three o’clock.                                  
I hold my breath as I watch the seconds on the clock tick.  The short hand is working but the long hand is stuck,  Like me.  Waiting for my date to show up 
  I hold my breath as I watch the seconds on the clock tick  The short hand is working but the long hand is stuck  Like me.  Waiting for my date to show up 
From fixing doors, to building homes dad you always know what to do. The master of creating, the master of building.
Her
I was born in the land of women.   Raised by wolves,   Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.   A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.  
Taunting vultures circulate overhead Without invitation. The incessant, whipping wings Pay no mind to The air that I displace.  
You held me tightly like we were lovers of old I was part of you; you chose me Days spent in the sunshine of our existence Memories created
Here I am The passing of time A 70 year old man Death keeps stopping by As my time whines down He comes to remind me Your time is up He then suggest Stick the knife in your life to be
Fear is the snow stuck on southern back roads, and I am deathly afraid of the cold. Fear is the bully on school playgrounds, and I am the kid longing to go home. Fear is the traffic light that never
I was afraid to be heard. Afraid to be spoken to or with. I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet I was the quietest.  I feared fear itself, It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing I waited
From afar I saw it, Flying with its gorgeous wings Among the flowers But when I touch it, It flew away   The butterfly is just like you,
I haven’t told my mother yet Not because I think she’ll be upset but Because my brother came out a year ago And she’ll think I’m faking it for attention  
When I let go of you                                                                                                                                                                                                              I learned to dance on
Maybe just maybe today I hope and I hope it will be I've been waiting for a long time  For racial equality and justice to come   Maybe the day will never come But that chance is slim
I always loved the ocean the waves crashing on shore, to and fro lapping up the sand greedily in its maw But when I was a child, I was scared scared when life became viscious waves
What is fear? What is it to me? Fear brings to my fore Plethora emotions~ Memories of emotions~~ The causes And the effects.
I wanna know what it’s like To have my head on your chest and our legs intertwined And I wanna kiss you til I can’t breathe I wanna kiss the air out and put love in its place
Once someone asked me why I wasn't afraid of night I said that the creatures hiding, causing people to fright Were no worse than the ones shown in light And that the demons below the ground outside
The bird spreads her wings Jumps to take flight She leaves everything And her friends who said she's alright She is finally free No chains holding her to the ground She thinks "I can finally be me"
At first, there is abstraction. Fragmentation of something soft, something yellow, something not. I do not know where we are.
Heavy weights bearing down Faster and faster time moves in rhythm Quicker, swept into anxious unthinking  Breathe, in and out, in and out
They say she once smelled of burning ashwood and cinnamon.The smoky aroma enveloped her being year round,
A seed that's been planted In a garden of weeds and harsh weather. I have to nurture the seed and pick the weeds. New ones will grow, But I can watch carefully for your weeds, And remove them gently.
you built your emotions up  in the form of the most dangerous roller coaster with unexpected twists and turns that no one could fathom i never knew just how bad it was
So easy to love living until exposed to the truth that im equally dying It was then i began living as if i were dying  Trying To force out the pleasures of life
For centuries they have oppressed my people  For centuries we have fought for freedom We marched through Jim Crow They tried to make us feel low Something they failed at doing a long time ago.  
Cleverness is so effective Making it seem scam-less Using their disguising friendliness They are the crooked foxes They are who society watches They are good for nothing
Dedicated to someone special .
Every night The case becomes larger As you struggle to shove everything Into the dark nooks and crannies. No matter how many things are added There is always more room.  
flowers deflowered when anxious hands tug on life not theirs vibrant pigments say, i'm right for the plucking plush filled pistils, ripe with life. snatched by roots reminded of my frailty.
I’m so drunk. On the Fireball Whiskey that is a hot sun-filled day. On the Vodka that is birds in the morning, awakening my sleepy mind with joyful melodies.
She was just a girl, but 18 years of age. Full of love, full of life. So much ahead, and some behind. Decisions to make, places to see, a person to become.   They asked the girl to come to the dance.
I feel around me in the dark,  A wall, two walls, three, then four.  I’m in a box,  I cannot escape, I’m shouting, screaming Help me! But no one hears,
The little green house that lies next to the woods The little old lady that lives next door The neighborhood children screaming at the top of their lungs
A chuckle left her lips as they claimed to know her. As knowing superficial facts seemingly can make up a person's whole identity. Though that's not why she was so amused.
Why become so cruel You're acting like a brute Scaring people away "Help me," you don't say Pride is what you take
In a land down under Their corpses lay Compressed under the weight  One Thousand souls A hundred thousand more All lost to time But with you, no more  their bodies will be harvested
Being black in America Not understanding the norm This barrier to overcome Grab the bull by the horns Consequences will come
I hide behind this curtain and sing But on the stage that’s not me The ringmaster lip syncs the words I want you to believe As I ghost behind the curtain where you can’t see Ringmaster does an act to distract My show in the back
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones. This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
Sometimes I feel like I could love everyone. Like, actually, love them. Sexually, emotionally, you know, feel a connection that a lover feels in lust, and in falling and in connecting in love.
someone scream when the night falls for me in the West and for you In The East at the moment we both blink   for when we rush  through our safe doors and plunge into stardust
I whistle a tune  unbeknownst to all subjugating aerodynamics take flight in the V, they quack no? I chose the letter G   I hum a melody that pricks the ears of Grays shall they
treat me like Tuesday even if it is dawn on Friday ask me not of my spiders cushioned under skin but of my beloved socks   not of my whys or nos  more so of my whys to yeses
Hi, shiny sweetheart! When I am lost, I write you. You brighten me up!
I had a toothache that resided deep in my jaw. It stung and jolted and even  burned. This tooth was not like the others. It didn't want to chew food.
Freedom is not a word. It is not an emotional state. It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged. There are many that cannot be caged.  There are many that will try to take it away.
Baby birds and food. Who is going to feed them? Stomachs growl for food.
don't mention my name in your tweets, don't mention my name on your FB, cos my name rings bells in the streets, had a BM and a kid but they left me, and everyday when I wake I feel empty, crown court to the cell where they sent me, and I got to sh
Scratching Clawing frantically Wildly raking with my fingers, Trying to hold on To something you can't see Or taste or touch But feel Deep within you When you finally find home
TRY
sometimes I don't wanted fight no more it's like me trying to keep moving while the the wind is slowly pushing you back to get to that someone but i'm pushing and pushing but sometimes i'm tired of the hearybreaks I don't understand why people don
I love to dance But it's been corrupted And corroded And with every twist and turn I fall deeper into a world Of my own.
As the sunlight touches her pale skin, little yellow flowers emerdged from her eyes. Red roses would sprinkle themselves upon her cheeks. Orange Poppys soak in her hair, brightening as the sun shines on her.
The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain, The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain, Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane, These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
I'm going to be honest, it's not often i find myself eager to write about love, in fact every time i try to write about love my hands cramp, just to show me how painful love can be.  
Her Paper VoiceBy: Sophia Huynh  
ABCs   I remember when I first learned my ABCs. A stands for apple B stands for bird
Mother you’ve done wellWith your gardens and birds,Your beasts look well as do your skies.But what’s with those little ones?The ones that bounce their heads,Supported by not much. They do nothingBut wait.
  He looked at me with his somber eyes And gave me a handful of lies. The truth sat in the shadows wearing an ugly disguise
we place our trustunder lock and key,and keep our secrets lockedwithin the metal doorsof our mind.not a word utteredfrom our mouthswould containa glimpse ofthat which is hidden,
Deep in the forest, where the black moths play Lies a species of creature that may not have existed today They call themselves, "Dreadlox" from a tale Far too old, a sort of pixie-like creature
  My oh my, what is this deadly sensation? A sickening feeling, oh how I detest it. Like a chemical reaction, I feel the explosion Of a million thoughts, the mind's at the limit.  
i was blind. but you held onto my hand as a child. you held onto the next eighteen years of your future.   i was dragged.
fear Yeah, I’m afraid of everything Especially myself. I could make a fool of me Without anybody’s help. I do it all on my own,
I’m addicted to you Thinking about you from dusk til dawn  Unable to eat or sleep Getting withdrawals from when I’m ignored You’re taste makes me crave more  No longer just a bit of fun for the weekend
[Tiny, Tiny Why can't you stop being lazy Move forward as the world does Drive your wheel of life, no more crazy]
Sometimes my house is not a home but a prison From the front yard it looks like a lovely family But the grass isn't always greener on the other side
Like glass that shall not be touched   My feeling have been disrupted    My heart has been sunken    Like a boat in ocean    Waves move my heart but yet crash my soul   
A poet's voice Finds potency When immerced In communion - A vision of himself Mingled with another's self, And made of truer words. This is the voice Which reveals the Unfamiliar
I lived in a castle once, It was called love. The walls were built
DAMN TOAST       It was one of those hurried morningseveryone going going going all at once the family had wings on our feetthe Greek god Apollo present in spirit.
bound without chains
"Sorry" doesn't mean I'm sorry for you "Sorry" means I'm sorry for myself I'm always sorry because I make promises and I can't break promises I promised him my heart I promised him I would always love him
Waking up in the morning Gazing at the room’s blank design Look out at neighbors Their happy behaviors
Witnessing so many mass shootings So much hate that is polluting So many lives we are losing This world keeps getting confusing You then get used to it
I've seen Unseen lifetime events Spoke unspoken words Released undisputed actions in factory of untoungable stories. I've seen them.
My body body is soulless even my entire life is soulless After heavily rain messmarized my life garden full of fruitful soul.
I solemnly declared as alone in my planet of earth So dull as I've been alone So lonely even hearing the sounds of passing by flying flies and butterflies My heaven on earth.
To the White man's image my hair is unnatural. To the Black girl's image my hair is unfashionable. Blind to the bounds they put on me, I fight to find what once was free. The devil's comb put through our hair.
10/19/2018 11:35 p.m 10/20/2018 2:52 a.m.     Pain is not only given; But can be passed down. For those who are ignorant;
Blindness When everything goes dark, you can't seem to know who you are anymore. When standing in front of two ways, feels like standing in a desert. When telling yourself everything's going to be fine
A useless flower on Valentine’s Day Red to paint her lovers name as tainted as the love he gave Roses have thorns but men have blades He grabbed my wrists and cut my veins
I have such dreams Would she be with me A longshot for me I'm not in her league Me and her, I don't see
The words poured from her fingertips like wine from a bottle The words flowed from her mouth like air through an instrument  In the face of her adversaries, she fought her wars with words as weapons 
I sat alone on my floor My eyes glazed, my heart quiet Watching the calm accumulation of my mess Dirty laundry and outfits unworn, piling
I was born and raised in Camden Nj  Where you walk outside and see  gangbangers  But you know I cant let this regular stuff  faze me  it’s regular to me because I see guns on the daily 
I was born and raised in Camden Nj  Where you walk outside and see  gangbangers  But you know I cant let this regular stuff  faze me  it’s regular to me because I see guns on the daily 
OCD
I have anxiety Well not just any anxiety see I have OCD I cannot seem to function when i feel things are not in order click My thoughts aren’t what they used to be
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise.  No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
My parents tell me that as a little girlI picked up paper money and yelled “Mom look at this pretty cardboard!”
I jab at my food, make it into shapes,rearranging the roasted kernelsand carrot bits into a psychedelicmasterpiece.
sometimes i feel like a sheet of aluminum a person not real and slated for repetitive reuse.
“Will She Make A Good Housewife?”  Is an aptitude test,  Given to determine the quality of life Once married for the rest   If she fails, there is no point in wasting more time with her, 
When you live with anxiety for so long it almost becomes a routine in your head. Like a clock ticking in the background as you try go along with your day ignoring the thoughts that still exist in your head.
You ignited the whisper In a crowed of billions A simmer of sparks That lit up a voice A murmur
Protest is a complicated word,  defined as people making their voices heard. We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,  however no one ever seems to concede.  We are told to work together to make a change, 
his back pinned against  a white chipped garage knees pressed to his hairless chest trying to make himself small and invisible  cracked pavement weaves through the dark alley 
M other blesses the day I was born, why is it Y ou spit upon it like a curse?   L ike the day God chose to paint me brown
Imagine this, you’re six years old, the playground ladder looks nice enough to fall off of. The bars are solid,
I'd like to light a match in your skullTo watch a spark turn your brain into a raging fireTo make you think in burning
Life is just a phase, a dark parody which doesn't seem to impress my life. Fine doesn't clear the air, I would never breathe my breath if I see you there.
In a public school, the safest place of all, right?  wrong. Why don’t we hear about it months later, after tragedy we slowly take away the light  Why does it take until tragedy to make change?
While teaching my 12 year old sister how to play chess, she referred to the king as god. I replied, “no, the king is a king
long hair boiled potatoes blessed sacrament niagara falls bitten lip   curved mouth curly whisps loving cradle fantasy cloud rising plume
Undocumented aliens, Racists see them as the enemies They’re trying to make a living for themselves, Not to mention for their families. Getting deported by I.C.E So hard to comprehend
Standing alone in the crowded room Back noise conversations circling the atmosphere of a new age I HEAR EVERYTHING.... But I have nothing to say, The moment I open my mouth I open the door and invite everyone in
Let me tell you about the impact excluding people from history has. For many exclusion becomes a solution Making things taboo Remember the statue we were supposed to look up to
There are days when I wonder why I try at all Most things will end up fruitless all that hard work gone to waste Dreams don’t often come true for those who work hard Life becomes pointless at one point in time 
"I have mixed feelings battered in a bowl. You treat it, nothing less and nothing more. Feeling lost, you don't tell me what's wrong...
The cold darkness of night traps a lonely child, it will not let him escape unless a warm and caring hand guides him to the exit,
The justice system isn’t so just Liberty and Freedom for all is a must The land of the free and home to the incarcerated
Down, down, down, down, We see ourselves fall time and time again All cry in unison for help, for it is all we can muster
Drowning in my thoughts, Submurging myself under the pressure of staying alive. Depression is the disease that would drag me back only to suffocate me. When have I gotten so used to the flood?
Silk falls from the sky here. The ribbons, cut from the clouds that tied them together. It's fibers tell a story within its craft; The process of its production and dismemberment, is all the story we need.
My Mother, My Father, Two halves a whole. If I had any others, oh, how differently life would unfold   I grew with the both of you, as you shaped my ways: With the confidence you gave me,
“It gets better” A phrase i heard a lot From people who didn’t know what else to say Or who haven’t the experience for advice. A phrase that felt like an excuse
My slam coaches and judges tell me That I mumble too much   Something about how I speak when I’m on stage I have this almost drawl
for many years i chatted with the windowsills and the trees, their heartwood  and i wanted to be like that, not some druxied girlhood. not some half - girl, made of skeins  part - misery too ancient to name. 
    I rely on an unpredictable, irreplaceable, and sometimes seemingly non reciprocal relationship. Yes, it seems abusive, but trust me we’re fine.  
When sky speaks of nearby heaven, and the ground of human hands, between them rests the freshest angel. Tomorrow he has silver dollars woven through his course, unkempt mane
A mother's love  whether throughout times of sorrow,  or times of glory, is all but shallow.    A mother's love is a thunderstorm,  rumbling through a once peaceful sleep, 
A pilot thanks his plane for flying A sailor his ship for sailing My vessel is my school My brain has become my tool I'd like to thank my education For fueling my aspiration.
Hi my name is Michelle and I’m 5 years old Even tho momma and daddy not together nomoThis still my fav Christmas I spent it at daddy’s this year
We don't talk about her Her tough brown skin lingers in a corner We don't talk about it Her species can be found in cages   They don't talk about me My culture is dehumanized
Her
She confronts me each day. She challenges me and forces me to overcome situations that I couldn’t fathom occurring. She Shapes me. She shapes me because every time she pushes me down I am motivated to get right back up.
Upon the moonlit morrow, gasps a breath, faintly growing weaker. § If only tomorrow, could pause in rue, of Death's endless eager. § Fallen at last, the soulless spirit
Like the rose garden she caters, Every part of me stems from her.   She has become my inspiration, I have grounded myself in a similar foundation.   I was an adolescent imitator,
Her roots grew through overused soil and an opaque sky. Her leaves fell off occasionally and only had a few left. She was never looked at, or picked out, not like the colorful ones around her.
many skills many thousand skills entering like hotel rooms many students stood in that room before me and will after me, as well receiving a goldmedal, then goldmedal after goldmedal
A spiral of mollusk mantle Swirls and Swirls and Swirls Beneath the surface of the Sloshing waves above.  
the bird that sings at midnight keeps me company as i search for a home looking to the sky lost in what i do not really know
I’m stuck in a box, alone and afraid. Growing smaller and smaller with each passing day. An item here and an item there, All destined to be removed and out of reach.  
Black Birds   As she flicked the rubber against her wrist her eyes linger into nature’s abyss undressing the land with her eyes
The anger of a black man  Is it controlled or does it lash out?  Is it replacing my name with bitch and hoe?  Does a black man’s anger allow him to put his hand on me until I pass out?
in the ether of the internet i found a group of strangers, strung together by randomness and fate we didn't know it then but we were connected by more than our interest in media and video games
I was told a Poet is the toughest critic.And even then I manage to find people who are very close anyway.It seems the closer I get to reality I am left to discover this place on my own.
She is the clay that molded me. A soul's travel that passed down from mother to daughter. What is bad and what is good, What depends and flows within the gray, Values embedded in DNA.
My fears are slowly fading, cascading, 
Shining; Glowing a shade of red like no other, The star shone down through the night sky. Dancing on the water And my eyes,
I remember the nightmare– No, the February afternoon– When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time  It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy  But our eyes were clawed open
Black and White. White and Black. Black. White. Grey.   No matter what, their racism lives on much deeper than they say. Anger and hatred for no reason faster than a highway  
Paid to play the game (Subset of development)-- Processing control (To function with discipline),
Crown the King Leave him on his throne Forgotten and left out Crown the King Watch him suffer
I admire your level of maturity. Even the way you bend under pressure. You are solidified, forged in fire. You are the strongest sword. Yet, you are weak. Under the same pressure, you crack.
From cold ashes, the Phoenix rises From discarded marble, David, From clang of pipes, Symphony From rot of seed, Sequoia From acid and heat, Gold From bone-crushing pressure, Diamond
You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time.   I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep.   You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame.   
She is the sun that warms the planets with her gentle rays. The belching voice of “JOVIEEEE!!” every time we meet. Her selflessness cares for me when I’m ill and always puts a smile on my face.
The clouds, white as can be. Shine with her light, glowing the way her smile used to.  The pain she suffered; God himself welcoming her into his world, through the gate of Heaven. 
My love isn't the cold, opaque sky that is gray, Nor the wet grass, veiled in the sky's tears. She's a warm, bright, summers day. The sand surrounding the piers.  
beautiful notes drifting through the halls drifting through the walls drifting through my mind drifting so that I can find   as I drift towards the end of my road
Dear Jane, I said I would write to you, so here it is. I want to say a lot of things I can't possibly fit on a page. Things I can’t think off of the top of my head right this second.
An endless train of hills Rolls sighing toward the beach; By us stook in their way Unhindered as they march   And one by one the shore They fall upon and smash,  Then into their own troughs
In hills beneath a leafy, living sea I seek elusive gems to see and name. In their own tongues, some known, some strange to me, Their anthems sound throughout their secret home.
end
a final water droplet, cascading down the path of a forgotten waterfall
My heart is like a locket without a key. Will I ever find the key that’s right for me? All of the searching and looking I do. I won’t ever find one to say, I love you. 
I thought you would be my best friend for the rest of my life, But moments in between the lines I felt the spark of your fire It was warm to the touch and thawed my frozen hands
Always shifting Always changing Never in their final form   A breeze sweeps in They take new shape Affected by the world around   Always growing Never waiting
“It” can be many things. Together, “they” stitched the dreams, And were all “him” in the fabrication of sleep.   “It” is also female. Alone, “she” wears and tears the tapestry.
Soy una artista dibujando un espacio en blanco No puedo retractarme de mi banco De memoria Haciendo historia Escribiendo rimas me da euforia
She is strong, But she was not born powerful, She is kind, But she grew in adversity. I call her several things Friend, teacher, caretaker,
A cloud of sadness,That covers my happiness.It does not let me see the sun's rays,It does not let me breathe,Eyes following me all the time,Songs behind my backWhich are not directed towards me
My lonely ship, Navigating the endless sea Of work, Of love, Of life. Feeling lost,
For all the raging seas, For all the turbulent forces, For all the doors that had no keys,
I am Taco Bell.   I am a diluted version of all the things Mexico has to offer.
I am Taco Bell.   I am a diluted version of all the things Mexico has to offer.
my head is constantly telling me I am scared, I am anxiety chest hurts, nervous, taking prescriptions panic attacks, pain, and other mind numbing symptoms but through and through I try to find hope
I’ve witnessed addiction yank at the roots of a family tree.I’ve listened to slurred words that stung and blared violently enough to roam as a wildfirenesting inside weak hollow trees,blazing from the inside outuntil ash is simply a remnant of its
He has a chocolate box for a heart, and an ocean for a mind, and a galaxy for a soul too sweet too deep too complex  for most
He has a chocolate box for a heart, and an ocean for a mind, and a galaxy for a soul, too sweet too deep too complex for most  
I hurtfully close my eyes, And for a moment, I wasn't there.  Hearing only quiet whimpers of hushed cries.  Taken away, By the wind that blew soft and gentle. Whispering in my ear, That I'd be okay.
We are the stars above in sky Look above and there we fly See our wings and see our eyes Our strength our courage See us fly  
Snowflakes, Moments are like snowflakes. Each and every one unique and individual. Snowflakes, much like moments and memories, are so unique that you will never, ever
i want your flames.     mesmerizing and beautiful. the smallest flicker still illuminates my mind nightly
To Ferdi Simon, You play with pens and pencils Then they play with each other Muffled talks comprise the symphonies As the lead is flowing through the paper.   Coupled with melodious poundings,
Image by Belinda Capol   I am terrified that one day I will wake up and you will be gone. it will all be a dream and she’ll be there, her hair tied up staring at a screen
I am not perfect But I have tried to be Sometimes I still try to be There is something about being flawless that Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe  In warm ecstasy That very high
A black hole My own warmth A single light  May or may not be mine A distraction An object Many objects So many different objects Which should I choose NO Nevermind
As you age, you remember me As you live, you remember me As your body dies, you remember me As your mind follows, you remember me
Life can compare to that of a window sill It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in Various shapes, sizes, and colors. Some are useful others just mere eye candy. Many used to display plants and décor.
A thousand eyelids fluttering in the dim light Millions of whispers piled deep into my head
A chair can stand with only 2 legs. A mouth can be fed with only one hand. Birds can chirp, but never sing a song. We can live, but never on our own.
I close my eyes and take a step Right, left, right, left   My hand placed gently, my hip grasped My right leg traps with the other, My mind goes to rest Right left right right  
Clear skies Clouds white as paper Air is crisp flat ironed pressed Birds sing a melody Grass seems greener A breath of fresh air; breathe in With every step I take I smile  
I stare up at the height of the now lonley, very damaged, fifty-five year old wall. Her once brightly colored bricks now faded, and weathered. She and He made me, just a short 18 years ago.   
Slapped but no pain A blue awakeningan ocean of despondency a bare guardianLost and filled with love a yelling man gone and back againBut a single tear fallsand help running through the halls lasting love The difference between life and deatha chi
It's interesting to have to even consider what my Village would be, considering I am supposed to be in a village. Yet, I find myself having to define what village I am in, because the village which was assigned to me feels foreign.
Always Before the holidays My music teacher Played the piano   The song From the music man  
  This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch
When I was a kidI always had this weird obsession with band-aidsThey're as close as I could get to the stickersMy parents wouldn't buy me
Blue magic more blond then bleached, a little tarnesed slightly bent out of shape with sheep, unbarable stench meldoing cum stained sheets, wasnt me as he is so to speak, unprovoked dismanteld damenesing regaining adbominal not standing on my own
Lost in a dream of who I used to be Shuddering to think of what they see   Adrift in the ocean drowning in shame As waves of sorrow silence my name   My soul weathered by the guilty air
You have not known how many years I've waited for this, For you maybe, yes you can say that. Or maybe the feeling you light up inside of me.
"Try it again, just slower this time." His patience never ceases to astound me. I squeak through high notes, I push through low notes. He's still here. Voices in my head scream that he is only a mirage,
You went and fought overseas You came home and did the same It was me you taught It was you that hid the pain Beyond the bounds of space-time Below the dark blue seas
I'm small. Too small to make an impact, almost unseen. The sun beats me with her relentless beams of heat. The ground beneath me boiling I do my best, work hard against the worlds fever.
I’ve only got one Most have two, Or sometimes even three   I used to have two Until one left   I was hurt when the split came
Motif of War: I got drafted. My number was called with the pull of a trigger. My number: 09/29/2017  
What do we believe is in the sea?  How can you believe there’s nothing more to see?   A blue so deep no light seeps through    I wish I could see that part too.
Jihadi (Islam): One who fights against the evils in himself to purify his soul. Jihadi (Media outlets): One who kills innocents in the name of religion and God.  
On a cold, dreary night That frightened the dead I found you, black rose In a garden of red   You were never perfect With many a thorn
I feel like I’m drowning, Suffocating under waves that never relent. When I finally get my head above the water its only for a few moments before another waves comes and once again I'm dragged down under.
I have locked myself in a burning house and refused to let you in I lit the match of temptation and let the sin engulf your beautiful place for me The shame fills my lungs and I cry because I know death is near
Past: A girl. Afraid. Terrified of her own self, Because it had become the unknown.
In empty space, we’re forced to roam The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill In search of that which resembles home   As complex as the human genome
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey, Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.  
    I am born on March 17, making me a Pices But I don’t like pet fish I’m 5 foot 2, making me the tallest girl in my family
When my whole life gets turned upside down you are the one that i turn to  the one that i think i can handle You have been in and out of my life for awhile
  I remember the smell of nicotine and tobacco,   of yellowed tar-filled teeth, that   always wafted from your face,   whenever you came to visit me
Her long flattery tongue, nuisating beauty oozing out like the village spring, Her complexion brilliant, as the full moon alight and winning even at noon.
Hello, old friend, it seems like your back again I thought i got rid of you I guess i was wrong You were gone for a year and a half  Then one day you jumped right on my back I haven't thought of you in a while
Oceans boats sailed into coastal of the mist. All soul disappeared just for seconds. I think of the pride of the goodies, you snicker(ing) the hunger like commercials. All calls no dials she in control of the pain like joy(riding).
The air is so thick that it sticks to my lungs But I keep walking anyway because I want to get home Sweat is dripping down my scalp into my eyes I wipe it away with the heel of my hand  
what is a freak? one who lives to the strangest peaks the ones who we secretly seek those whom show their scars those we admire from afar they are the truest stars
I was missing something. Something promised. Something true. Something that was lost. I was missing something. Something sacred. Scarcely seen. Something that tears away stone and was acres away from me.
  I am from an Afrobeat/blues//folk/soulfunk/reggaeton mixtape that spins into the wee hours of the morning I am from a Nigerian town where the small village meets the big city
Hey My “Best Friend,”   I just wanted to check up in you, because I haven’t done so in a while…
Underwater.   The waves pulled me in, that's all I could remember.   Not the joys that came before the typhoon swept me off my feet, and somehow at the same time,  brought my world down as well.
I took a poetry class for the first time when I was 21 in my last year of college.   And it felt like the first time I swam when I was seven on the last day of swim class.  
Jeffrey B. Johnkins 7/11/2018   The Teacher Named Poem   Mr poem is speech and song.
It was the words. It was the words that got her through the nights when she felt alone. The pen being her mind, and the paper being the field in which her imagination could roam. It was the words. 
Smile. Even though you're tired. Cry. Because you're happy. Wince. If you're not the one hurt. Scowl. But it could be a joke. Sometimes time just disappears. Sometimes it decides to move a little faster.
Golden brown leaves rustled across the ground Leaves rose and fell with the wind The sun was yellowish gold, The hot bright sun peeked through tree tops Rays of light casted shapes of all kind on the ground
Poems are looking glasses in our world A way to express what we never say.  The unexpressed on paper come unfurled,  Secrets then hidden, now seen fly away.  A view not of nature but of the heart,
When I was young Poetry was fun! Rhyming was a game; Dr. Seuss is to blame. Creativity brought new words along and expression grew by song.   But although it was my favorite literary style,
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i feel like all i am is smudged eyeliner and 99/100’s steamed mirrors and the smell of stale, unwashed laundry are the things people associate with me
Brick by brick, And stone by stone A tower grows - I built alone.   It took me days, Or months, or years -
Coming from another poem Onto this page My mind has been opened Praying for my heart to comprehend but then,
As I awoke and sat up in a room with only bare white walls, I thought I was all alone Until I turned to scan the space and Poetry was standing in the corner Watching, waiting.
My English class taught me well.The walls begin to close in,But "Oh," the teacher says,"It doesn't have to be that way.Think beyond the literal."She's right.
Individualized with status and personality, People are nonetheless the same. Religious beliefs, race, and anatomy— All flow in a similar vein.  
Poetry? Teach ME?   What are you anyway? Something to be shelved In a toddler’s sticky nursery In a dusty nook of some academic room In the mouths and minds of the passionate  
tonight i put down the razor and picked up a ballpoint pen i learned to etch my pain onto paper instead of engraving the words into my skin i will write in letters of black ink
Knowledge is the way out, Going day by day wondering how you will escape Patiently waiting on that one date Where everything is just the way that you want it to be But the lack on knowledge is a factor
A park A girl A ball rolls out of reach   A man An arm That’s long enough to snatch   A van
A quiet scene, a hushed voice Abandoned rooms and broken toys A silence more deafening than the noise Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot A life that died and has been left to rot
Her silver threads now browned through flowers. 6 feet under and I'm still here, aged but not silvered.
Poetry is a lighthouse lighting the way to purpose, guiding sailors to meaning, shining a beacon of thought.   Poetry is a birdhouse in a forest, like a capsule filled with twigs from the floor
See life was great before your presence, I’d sit up all night enjoying the cool winter breeze,  consuming every positive vibration the earth had to offer.  I’d kick my feet up 
Let me tell you a story  about a person that is old. His age has gone up high but in his mind, it's low.   Born as the only son in a family of four. There's only one person
I’ve been writing this poem for a month,  I don’t know how to tell you what  This has done for me without also sounding Out of breath,  But last week, I wrote 3 poems and not one of them 
As my fingers play a waltz with paper and pencil Mind and thought collide into a form of unplayed rhythm In a cantabile like form of expression Of simple thoughts
This, this is poetry, the abstract sitting beside me, like a long lost friend exchanging thoughtful memories while Discarded thoughts of tomorrow sit like old men, forgetting themselves over the horizon remaining just beyond the water's edge remin
Picture me as a twisted string Coiled and troubled by many contradictions this world brings Suffered with defeat by my disability
I am hidden in the lines of my poems Read them deeply, frequently, and you will learn more about me than you ever will want to
Poems are pictures, They show you who you are and, Who you used to be.
I always seem to findmyself here. These cement blocks,jutting out of the dirt likemoss-covered stepping stones.They lead the way and beckon me witha brittle finger. But you are nothere.
By: Isabella Gates    On: 07/06/2018
I am a dandelion on a warm summer’s day.>Children call me a flower and make wishes as they play,but as they grow, I’m no longer friend.Im a weed, I’m a nuisance, I’m a means to an end. Gardeners tell them I’m bad for their lawn,their neighbors
Free to be? Who? Me? I hide under this umbrella, ignoring the rain. We all have one. We've all done it. Only my pen acknowledges the cold and gusting wind. It does not judge,
When the music ends and the voices fade When all lights burn out in your faith charade There's a truth that wakes your soul to life And a passion in your heart ignites. They'll never truly know my pain
The washerwoman turns to me and asks,“Did you hear about Damalis?”Our hands dip into the cool river waters,Cold linen draped along our slipping skin.
Hazel eyes staring back through the thin glass of her reflection as she glances at her features; knotty brown hair curling at the ends, creating false little smiles framing her cheeks, listless eyes finding every imperfection and criticizing every
You are a galaxy. A collection of beautiful fragments that shine.   You are a galaxy. The planets that orbit your mind are home to brilliance.  
Poetry is the essence of ones mind,  it is the whispers of the soul. Poems speaks words so loud, you can feel the raw emotion. The words awaken my spirit  that affects my mind, my body and my soul.
A fish radiating off the moon Like the summer's light. Blazing hot as day on the coldest night. Blended in with the ocean blue. Picture perfect, what a view. Only one of its kind yet was considered stupid.
I’ve fallen Into a cage too beautiful to leave The very object that withholds from who till recently was free Is the reason I wish to succeed I’ve fallen Into a remarkably unchallenging reality
Ever falling darkness Turns white snow to black. The shade of onyx Which lights lack. Pull me ever deeper Into the sweet abyss. Your suffocating embrace I welcome with bliss.
After a long timeI met with herShe is my best friendShe is so beautiful She looks like beautiful Her mind is very beautiful When I look at her face, thenI find peace and tranquility 
You try too hard To be creative And you want to break out of The infamous writer's block, But the only thing you're breaking Is the lead of your pencil And the bones of your fingers
The love that you get from your parents.  That's all a lie.  The dreams that you're fed from them. That's all a lie.  They always say that your parents are the only ones that can give you a special love. 
Red is love. It is the blazing sky from the setting sun. Red is the coldest color.
Poetry is an art with which I can turn pain into beauty  and messes into wonders   Poetry is my comfort A safe place where I can vent  and never feel judged or misunderstood  
  Poetry is my heart Its the lantern that lights the way Its the ocean that parts when I walk Its the hands that  sweep me off my feet
Why can I never find words on my tongue? They lay curled up in my palms instead, leaking into the ink of pens or clutched in fists like painkillers or sleeping pills.   The voice in my head constructed
it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide  
How can I describe my stay?I thought am here to stay,I thought I got no house rent to pay,Despite been in the wilderness,I feel on top of the world sometimes. How can I describe my stay in the wilderness?Even when mast Gen goes off,And no network
The Cop I want at Pride Sees the law as a growers guide To a garden of a community Written by amateurs Who only slightly know what they’re doing  
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I write poetry So the tick tick tick Tock will stop being Stuck in my brain   Around and around I go
Statue Pure and white Immortal in her fright Carved by a man Defiled by one too The horror of a woman Is multiplied when considering  His manipulation
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion that burns in my heart for you. I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to 
There's a break--a bright day near Remain open, don't shut your eyes It seems far; the light tries to run One day we'll catch This journey is far from over\  
Life is not easy. How long does it take for us to realize this? It took me...a long time. In life, we all fall at some point. Some of us get ourselves up.
Between the lines I see light But any type of light it's the kind of light That you would want to touch That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
The Silence is grueling. I want to speak, But no words reach my lips. And when they do, I wonder, Can you hear me?   I see the world Thinking like machines. I want to tell them to stop
Headphones soon became my ONLY friend, the ONLY thing I could depend on that would NOT betray me.
It's been a long time since I've written anything, but I have the biggest crush so... there's that.       I'm sending you a Party invitation I hope you'll respond
Bloodshot eyes Clear despite the rain Breaths as silent as they are translucent Dark circles
The Lord said, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Words climb against my larynx and punch at my mouth, but I screw my lips shut and force myself to swallow this alphabet lump in my throat. Thousands of letters and punctuation marks
  I first witnessed changes from my body that would make history but as my life moved on so quickly i became a legend of mystery the strange phenomon in me went in circles several times around
Breakbeat poets speak in broken English, behind a facade of wholeness The Breakbeat Poet delivers the news of the death of black babies,
Tulips, The color of sweetened cream. Delicate, like the whisper, Lulling you into dreams.    Burning crimson, Cutting through chilled air, Precise on a frozen branch,
I have learned to read between the lines, to hear  what you have to say.
You accept the love you think you deserve. And you do not deserve that- Not that.   I understand. Only  a deeply damaged soul
Where do I begin? How do you tell a tale so weathered yet so fresh? So foreign yet familiar. Your palm that once warmed my thin fingers
These poems are a forest, Surrounding me with comfort.
I wake up to the scene of this reoccurring dream where I turn on the news and a person shoots another for some booze, weed or new shoes.
Like I drug I was addicted I couldn't see that you were vindictive Using me to get back at her Shattering my fragile heart like a mirror Freezing over from the coldness of your heart
Soft fires overtake the trees when they walk. They scorch the lands and burn the animals that stumble in front of them. Their cruel hands abused by the very power that leaks from them.
I have become very formeler with a rope. A thick rope that some how, one way or anther has formed knot.  It wraps aroud this indescribable shapless place inside of me, not my heart but almost.
A snowfalke drifts down And falls upon my nose Only here for a moment And then it goes   What a life! Drifting about in the breeze No worries Why, a life with such ease!  
Though so hush, communication through a green light is so sweet so soothing. Its switch from green to red so swift and powerful We cry for its return. Telling the ones who wait on its
A poem isn't just some artistic words on a white line. A poem isn't just an approach. A poem is healing and warm.  It's a pat on the back. It's creativity.
I yank the cord and the growling begins A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin The green soldiers start to charge it And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin The green soldiers start to charge it And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
Remember that monster under my bed, Claws like a lion and six eyes on its head. That old monster creeping beneath me Always making me shout for my dad to go see. That monster who never did one bad thing to me,
Paint the web With silly string colors And make your words dance all over them. In this high strung, imaginary world We spin ourselves into the frenzy; Get all tangled up together.
Oh how close you were In the state of reconstruction! Praises returned from the rich, middle, and poor. But the castle’s rebuilding would become destruction As a fire starter’s flaw would cause this to occur,
I tiptoed on the patio to keep my feet warm I unfolded my book and began to read Just as I spotted a red leaf in the tree It's a metaphor, you see That one little leaf I tucked my knees into my chest
A soldier out of time a man who commits no crimes  take away everything he stands for  you'll wish you hadn't  because by then you're done for  The shield  the uniform 
I, in the current state, is not a stateThat nobody wants.My past state, is alsoA state nobody wants.I, in the past,Was like a jesterIn the king’s court.Some memories die,While some don’t.
His feelings were suppressed He had no love in his chest Anger was his best friend And he vowed to protect him till the end Crying is for sissies And little missies Stand up tall when you so speak
The mind is a battlefield A realm of chaos Thoughts fighting for dominance To be discovered and elaborated upon Fragments
Personally, combining thesaurus with meter with soul Offers satisfaction of expression and communication and release— Emptying an ever-filling well-spring by waxing eloquent—
The words written across the page Regardless of their age They come with a hidden meaning One to help us understand the reasoning Behind every occurrence and occasion  
I’m living life in a river bed -- The path was drawn before I was born. The world is so loud and full of life, But silence cannot be hidden here.   I’m living life in a river bed --
Poetry has taught me that the more I put on my page, The less chaos I have in my brain, There’s a class of 900-some-odd kindergarteners-who each ate a sheet
How many more need to die? I wonder why. I wonder how many families cry because The till is filled, but even still One bullet, two kills.
  Locked-up in my own subconscious Second guessing every thought, Every step is expected to be a mistake.   Worried about the opinions of others I destroy any chances of being an individual.
Jewels lie upon me everywhere, uneasy life has deteriorated I seek answers mind in delirium for what jewels i may discover somewhere  the days,months, years to come i only seek prancer to carry me a way to wanderlust.
We live in a world where violence is the answer. That's how states and empires were built. amd also how they fell. Although it is often looked down upon, it is always resulted to,
The Earth's treasures lay before you, Hear our songs we sing. Ain't go no riches, but we got the Blues to keep us company, And experience to help you climb them bare stairs.
when they say to the moon and back   i've always thought of it as a straight line   but do you remember that when Apollo 8 did go to the moon and back  
Tonight I fall asleep and enter a state of peace. As I sleep tonight; you surround me with love and peace. My dreams are very claming and vivid.   I love your eyes, face, and smile.
flowers need more than water to grow maybe that’s why I run away at the sight of them blooming I can’t even remember to water them once a day how can I sustain them for years?  
Grab the pack of razor blades Licking neapolitan Watch it swirl down the drain Laugh as it sticks to your lips   Every pill in the house
I gave my shoulders to lean backfor people who feel sad.I give a smile when there is no warmth in this world.
Learning to love yourself is a journey-- mind sways from happiness-- to laying on a gurney-- needing an attorney to defend against the prosecutions of life-- devil sending destruction with little strife-- cuz every milestone you make-- another set
Am I thy most steadfast mirror image? Thou art more real and true to the touch. From thy personality I pillage; On thy existence, I rely too much.  
Ink on the Skin, White like Paper. I am my writing, The corners taper. My poems I read, Then soon become. Sharing the thoughts, I'm trying to overcome. These words I write, Share a story.
I love you! And I don’t know how to tell you that I love you Is the problem that we’re having here The thing is you don’t even realize How much I love you And you won’t unless I make you realize
I would say I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, But sometimes, it’s more like I’m stuck between a rock and the ground. I’m pinned in place, and I can’t move.
Him
I don't want to be awake right now because all I see is him. I can't close me eyes because his face is etched into the back off my eyelids. I can't think because all of my thoughts are of him.
The strings sing as the bow slides against them, Most don’t believe in the magical words, the music is What they don’t  understand It’s your only escape to runaway from the world,
The golden snow fell lazily, you were slumped, absorbed in the blue and grey of the desk even though the blinds let the sun creep in, and exposed your pristine marble features. I could have reached out a hand, could have slipped beneath your concl
The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing But it is the only thing I can hear
Scarlet feathers soar through the clouds, by the mating of lead and flesh. Leading the future to arise, To walk upon their paths in pride. Tis' their destiny to commit, the march that others feared and quit.
My pain is unforgivable, He haunts my most loving and  purest memories.    He sneaks up on me when I least expect him to.
I am a civil war Brain fighting body  Hands shaking heart palpitations  My brain laughs  "Signs of defeat" It says.
Inheritor
The forest is calling, And I know I must answer. Its power, strength, and fortitude Is what feeds me, soothes my craving.   I'm getting weak at the knees, Bending before its will. It devours me,
I know... That this is something we don't like to hear. But the way we survived has made only one thing clear. We hate to be betrayed... But we never own up to the truth.  
To see the world as a series of comparisons Grass like a bent straw Sky, the color of the walls of my room To see the walls and see only the candy coating Of childhood Easter Hunting for candy with my sister
Please fill my lungs up with sealing wax Archaic artifice is familiar; let this be how I die I could not live with myself In these twisted refractions    I could not go on
Aside mother
What am I to do When the guns come marching by In their hollow faces and rickety skin
I touch the sky, higher than the clouds,   When my eye, hand and mind play together, when my energy gives life to a shiny planet which rolls, unleashed, across a green silk sky
You are my moon, Full of song and sound. You whisper sweet and soft, When I'm crumbled on the ground.   You are my moon, You light the way for me. With your bright face,
I planted my legacy inside of you. A tiny pebble of a seed, brittle and bitter from a lifetime of storms. I buried it deep in your soul.
It takes two. co-exsist. is for animals. Law .. We are humans we already co exsist. We need to learn how to be the word we speak. Meaning become one . but takes two to make one then why we except that it takes one now for one. If two made one..
What do I call it? A hobby, a passion?  I don't love it yet it rules my fashion. I cannot endorse it, but it guides my life. It clouds my judgment, in my mind it is strife.
They gave me a nametag and a uniform I count coins and wonder "who will be hungry today?" Sausage-like fingers grip thick wads of bills and sticky cards I tap on the screen and say "seventeen dollars"
the best part of the norovirus is that while it robs you of your breath, leaves you sweat-shaking with hot chills in bed it also steals your appetite finally, to be empty by no willpower of my own
Your pale skin glistens in the light --- almost white from the glare of the beaming down sun. The curve in your spine, barely there yet the first thing I notice, carries the centuries of neglect he has bestowed upon you. 
 My grandmother used to have a man , I don't know him too well, all I know is that he got deported a long time ago,my grandfather....but she found a new husband tho She meet him around the block in Queens, beside  a poor kid in the projects,the gr
I miss him, him, her, them. I have lost myself mentally, Giving to everyone. It's easier than facing my mistakes. Giving to others is more rewarding than, Giving to myself.
my legs feel frail again  (oh am i wilting?) i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end or rewound to the beginning  unsteady i betray myself almost done, can’t sway not this time  this time 
No time for intimate introductions, I simply have no name. I am a busted lip, a bruised back bone, a scraped knee.
Me
I'm not the norm, I'll never conform, My life's a hail storm, And I'm socially deformed. Unrefined, Unreformed, I'm not the norm, And I'll never conform.
Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away? You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it
Push      the cheese through the              grater rather   than      shredding it back                       and forth like you always do. Just jam it through               the grater
My therapist once asked me what I thought when I heard the word “beautiful” I cringed and sank back into my seat and uttered one simple word - disgust
Burning You Sometimes, I want to just light you up, Burn you in your sleep. Burn you while you’re awake. It would be easy. I'd warm my heart with your flames.
My AC is broke I ain’t got no hope ‘Cus when it’s broke I get soaked And my sweat’s just gross It’s all sticky and icky
The yells echoing from the very thin walls of our house. The scream of a frightened child as she watched her father kick what seems like the only thing she had left from her mom. The mom who she hasn’t seen in months.
The sky doors opened for her wings, but flying wasn't a learned thing. The birds moved to watch her bring hope, love, faith, and joy,
Lust is a strength unlike any other Causing grief and agony in its wakeIt trembles across your fingertipsAs you type a message
You live beneath a crystal dome that blocks out glittering black. The ground is too smooth to hold traction, but everywhere is uphill, so you cannot slide down. Your orientation is your perspective.
They see me from the exterior Talking about all my flaws and paranoia While decay takes over the interior Ripping me shreds to shreds. My mind fades Until nothingness became a reality. My sight faded.
I'm 17 years old with CPThere's nobody else that can be meTo fight all I have to do is believeI've had my soul under lock and key
They say some things never change I follow that comment it’s like my mantra Legs aren’t the same length But day by day I get smarter  
“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.” -Cherry Wine, Hozier   The wine-red honey courses through her elastic veins as it had for years and years,
You don’t understand that when I say “It was hard for me to get out of bed today,” it was because I had to peel myself
There are times where I would love to start over. Times I want to forget my name and times I wish I could just say forget all this and disappear.
Well, my crazy heart may be the death of me later on. Like it had been for my mom. We both have gambling hearts that throw the die at every shot at the jackpot called happiness.
i am not looking for short termi am looking to be a perennialwhere we bloom onceand then again and againi am looking for forever gr
Flashback and I’m off to the races driving so fast laying on the pavement The road so clear falling from graces and I die waiting on your greatness
All who attempt to Behold the wondrous works Of the ancient wielders of pathos Are to wait until eternal rest comes upon them
I'm paralyzed.Stuck in these feelingsstuck in my head.It's too late for treatment,I'm already dead.I'v
She's not a snowflake Like the rest of us. She is the cloud. And she is disappearing As the rest of us fly Down to safety.
A boy began to learn how to mime at age two His parents bought him a striped shirt Told him to go make money on the corner of 1st avenue and 65th street In front of the drug store
In the world of a cultural salad, I am not American nor Guatemalan I do not engage in my family's culture I do not speak perfect Spanish yet I learned it first I do not resemble that of my family 
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"I can’t do homework.Now, you probably think I’m wrong, right? You want to make right this wrong in my mind that makes me say… “can’t”. Can’t do this Can’t do that
Just because a boy sees you without your clothes on doesn't mean he's seen you naked.
do those See thing rOcks hurt yo urarm             oredhiDE outin theb aKing sun? care ( your soft belly might get) ful (hurt)so pleasedontdie   from God
To my best friend, 
Dear girl next door,    The fog rushed past my open window  revealing an endless sky showcasing its infinite beauty,  with delicate cotton clouds floating apart  for the silent peach sun.   
I don't remember when you showed up in my life. You're the companion I never wished for, A thick silence that sucks away the flame of my soul.   A vacuum of grey is left in its place, not bad, not good.
I vigorously wash the dirty pan with all my talent and ambition. I see my pan still disgusting after hours of scrubbing and giving my best.
to you, who loved me without love:   it has been so long. three years ago You were everything. had not touched me yet
Just as I begin my day, I notice a flower. Around the local cafe, Its beauty seems to overpower. Something about it, I just can't turn away. Months go by, and I learn it's soon to go away.
I still remember what you did, The continuous pain of loving you.  You never understood me, you open lid. The lid of a jar to satisfy loneliness I felt too. But I still hung on for ages
Dear Past Self, Thank you for showing me how hate is a double edged sword, Threading each of my veins every time I take a breath, So that I now may feel love,
I am a boat Guided by the great light My beloved captain I tote Sailing into stormy night My sails fill with wind My hull lurches fowards I felt the bend Before the break in my boards
Dear Memories,             Remember when we use to write? We created a blog under a pseudonym and would hash out story after story, Tragically romantic,
Dear My Beloved Copy, I cannot recall the day that you came into my life that well anymore (I guess I am a bad mother) But I can remember is the complete euphoria of cracking your spine for the first time
Her own troubles are too much to bear so she tells someone else and when my troubles are too much to bear I tell someone else because your troubles are under your custody you have total control
Dear Grey, The stormy clouds, The people you enshroud To the color of a dull and blunt blade   You are the dusk, The color of dust You are the rocks on the bottom of a rough river, 
Dear Brother and Sister,   I remain an explorer, full of optimism Left to walk among the deserted lands and feral nights
Mom
Dear Mom, You always said to fight for what you believe in Fight like the Sun fights the Moon Though the Moon may shed dim light upon the night-enveloped Earth
We are all going nowhere from nowhere   Snow outlined the branches of the trees that shattered the sky Fragmented clouds January come and gone
Dear Abusers,   a being filled with aspirations, innocence, the will to live. I wiped the dirt off, used a bandage, tried to minimize the damage,  but this wasn't a scrape, more like a scar,
Dear child, here's to us,   Do you see it? Feel it? Hear it? Smell it? Sense it?   Take a moment.
They were only friends, that's what they would profess. Experiences together changed for the better, considering an attempt that had the strength of a feather. There was a spark between them that was like magic,
Dear Past Self,    I know you don't believe them when they say,  Don't you worry now, it won't always be so grey.  Yet here you are, so stressed you can hardly think. 
I shall have a love that cannot be found Like a single rose roasting in the sun Never had I thought that I would be bound By the things that made me feel emotion  
Love is a ball of twine wrapped tightly around the hearts of lovers, binding them in a mutual dance of passion.
Dear Mr. Toscano,   What be better joy Than to form a gaming club To make a school hub     Collin Brown
You see these stuttering texts Sent from a heart to a desktop And question the ideals you read before About a solitary departure.  
Dear Anxiety,   Thanks to you, my friends, Will to Live and Love, have left my  Heart.  I try to reason with you, trying to get you to Stop.  
I, a deer in blinding headlights. Whirring wheels screech against the asphalt. Demanding movement but provoking frozen fear.  
Dear my almost lover,  One day when I hear your name it won't ache. One day when I might hear your laugh I won't go running. One day when I might see you I won't go chasing after you.
  last summer, the slant of sun scorching the sky an orthodox jewish man i can’t say his name stabs six people at jerusalem pride parade  
I roam through the most chaotic plains of the savanna I call high school But these Pridelands are nothing like the one we all grew up on For there is nothing cute or cuddly about this Circle of Life
she came into my life the most electric lightning bolt nothing delicate like a squash blossom or an english daisy do you feel that
Little girl, With your feet on The ground and eyes pointed toward the sky, Never forget these moments.
Dear Mr. Berkovitch, Hello. Good day. Is my grammar alright thus far? My writing has all the correct punctuations? With all the correct tenses and verbs?  
Dear Adventurer,    As you reach the Forests, The greatest challenges await Tests of your true self And desire to adhere to the path.   The trees' darkness emanates with pressure
Dear Solid Organism,   Your soul is showered with pain.   It’s garden and store with ancient words that are ruthless and demeaning.  
Step in the circle, swallowed by the cage. My stance; legs staggered, knees bent, swinging arms; as I twist in an elegant, calm rage. Swiftly spin, swirl, and surrend the disc charm.
I used to be so loud. My emotions have always spoken volumes, But now, I am silenced. My words were tranquilized, Put to sleep. My emotions are now dormant, Quiet as a mouse.
Why can't you just be happy? My brain is hardwired for sadness You look tired. Are you sleeping? Sometimes. It's hard to fall asleep Why is it so hard to fall asleep?
To the past young lost me: I’m sorry you’re suffering Alone, sad, confused Sharp reality cutting from the “friends” that sneered and oppressed you Red spilling from being torn by it
To my mother, endearingly:
Dear My Star ,   I am blind and cannot see For who I am I cannot see   When I close shutter The horizon expand
Five baby birds, alone in a nest. Friends due to birth and location. Five baby birds, hormones and hatred manifest, With any contact leaning towards altercation.  
Dear rose,   A hero that carries us all— Willing to caress us with a tender heart. Your sweet embrace is what holds lost pieces together.                 The Valley of the Rose.  
Dear Mom,
Dear old friend, In despair and gloom your golden figure emerges into light, Illuminating the darkness with its glowing presence. Like the sun bleeding through the clouds on a dark day,
Febuary 1, 2002 Dear Future Me,                                                                                                                                                     Your life is a fork in the road
Dear Insecurities, I am not and will never be perfect,Stop trying to make me into one. I do not need to cake on makeup to feel beautiful,I was born naturally precious.
Dear Great-nephew,
Dear Alexander Hamilton, How does it feel to be viewd as a Hero that changed the World? How do you feel about being the "bastard, orphan, son of a whore" that has changed people's lives because of what you've done
To my ex-best friend That tells everyone she doesn’t know what she did wrong; You built your confidence by standing on top of me,  Knowing that I wasn’t strong -- 
Looking at the ocean & it's full with tears  The wind is blowing & my feelings are near The birds are flying leaving me next to you
To the monster in the room,   Everywhere I go, I see you, I here you, I feel you. I walk into school,
Dear, you( I mean me), Do you know the synonyms for consistency, Do you feel the warmth of  tradition or smell home coupled with the thought of peace,
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts Of hair on your brow, On your arm, On your leg, On your pit, On your head, On your lip.
dear precious and dexterous,   the house in the hills of cinque terre, is resplendent in its alluring wealth. it is orange,
Dear ex-boyfriend,  
  Dear Father,   Dependent on chance are my regards Every event while unremarkable alone was remarkable in odds A minority in minorities made by circumstances
I still remember my birth Out of the womb and into the light With wing soaring through the Earth Looking up into the night With curious eyes in the stars   The journey begins with hope
Dear Anonymous,   Is your mind an escape route? Or the devil's labyrinth?   There could be a wide open field stretching for miles, Or an enclosed room with no way out - shrinking every second.
Dear Jessica,    What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica,    What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Her's is a story of a man that exchanged his love for fame. He lost his mind and soul while in pursuit of the game. 
Dear Anxiety, We have grown so close one could say we’re friends. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for being the impending storm
Dear darned pedestal,   Luck is on your side, you know? You get to hold her hand while I can just smell her old scarf. You get to hear her warm whispers while I mourn looking at her eyes.
Dear Rose, I wonder who you will be Whether I will find you in a library Or a classroom Or online I wonder whether I will approach you then
Dear: Mooneyes I’m not head-over-heels for you anymore In fact, my sperrys have gotten stuck in the mud And the color, cerulean blue,
Skin Unblemished, pure, soft Rubs against the soft touch of new life Undamaged, forgiving and at peace  Skin Scrapes and bruises  Healed by grace and care 
You are the freedom You are the lifted weight You are the big blue sky, but the rock on the ground   Although, you are not the pebble on the shore Or the claustrophobic tress
It’s just a silly little game; Like chess. We’ll move, then they’ll move. We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue. The last pawn will eventually fall.
To you, the struggling rainbow after each dark storm. To you, my gorgeous warrior, my faithful sun. Do not stop fighting, but if you must, do not let yourself be silenced.
God please forgive me for i  cannot see what others see in me Everyone sees such a bright future for me However every time i look to the future i feel lost at sea i can't see a guiding boat  
Dear "oh so worried" person,  You're asking for a greater city but why won't anyone step up to the plate to fulfill these youngin's wishes. push them with ambition and put aside their ignorance.
Dear Younger Me,   If I could go back and change things I might, to undo the wrongs and make them right. But that's the thing, the very falslihood I used to believe,
Dear future husband, How I long to find you whose heart is meant to compliment mine who will one day learn  every nuance  of my soul   I cant wait to fall in love  with all you are
To the guts of a tender soul,  
Ode To Lewis:   Lovely cards of life Define her future They spoke with their eyes Minds gleaming and newer Carnival prize,
Dancing in the sunlight, no one could tear us apart. Holding hands forever,  you held my heart.   Dancing in the sunlight, we were forever friends. But in that hot, hot summer,
Dear Ex   Love is an illusion of lust combined with a drug addiction, Finding pure happiness is nothing but a tall tale fiction, Vanished without closure I'm not ready for it to be over,
Dear Antagonist, In a regular story, the villain is plainly, obviously, evil. There was no doubt. However, while reading my own story, you had me for a fool.
Shy
Dear Amy, I'm Shy afraid of what can happen scared to say something to accidentally show to much of my feelings but then again, just looking and thinking of what could be won’t do the trick
dear brain, the thing is, we’re screwed. the thing is, we’re at the end of the line.
Dear and belovèd bubble tea And your obsidian pearls, black and buttery, You've oft bequeathèd unto me Foamy frigates upon percolating green seas. Rich jade befogs a balmy troupe
Dearest, I cannot wait any longer To put this sheet of silver Between your two cells of white - Through it like threading a needle   My dearest, It is killing me,
Dear School Board,   You threaten me with your words With your long sentences of gibberish and peanut butter
To the fathers of the laws that sought to chain the night, Harken to my heavy words  There he goes a flappin' like vultureStealing our ways, and feedin' on cultureBlack culture that is!
Nothing lasts forever. Not a relationship nor a friendship. All the lies and story were killing one by one. It was like I was a mirror that lose all it's pieces.
Shaky breathing, heartbeat pounding, tears forming. Speeches are the contests for which they demonstrate their strengths, heard ‘round the world.
i guess i’m a book and i am used to ripping out pages for people to readthis goes out to those who were worth sentencesand those who became phrasesthose who were turned into words
 To No-Name, Dearest No-Name, I've missed talking to you like this. The connection we have goes so much deeper and well beyond words.
Dear Boundless Lament of Remorse and Regret,   My feelings of sorrow are something that will only get more bittersweet with age. Like a fine wine or display china, the quality and pricelessness due to the rarity, 
I was a temple. A garden of life. My walls were strong and I was humanized. I had tourists of awe who would come to see me, but they never were allowed to be too close, only to view me.
One day you will wake in the middle of the night. Believing that you hear the melody of my voice, and wake with a fright. But realizing what you heard was only a sweet sweet dream. You will softly sob, and shed enough tears to overflow a stream.
Dear Life, I never know what lessons you withhold, But I was always taught to face you and be bold.
Dear Time, I fear you. The belief I had in myself disappears as you pass by,  as you stare me down into submission, accepting my hard hands and tired eyes. 
My Nikes are special They aren’t like any other pair of shoes I’ve ever owned They come from a place far far away It was either the beginning of August, or the end of May
I risk my life to protect you, but you do nothing for me. So as I lay here dying I ask for one thing. let me hear your beautiful voice and sing me one last song.
someday a boy will break your heart in two consider this a forewarning to you   his eyes brilliant baby blue will consume you entirely
January 29, 2018     Dear all those who love me,   It sits there menacingly, waiting It’s come back around, and it’s ready for a fight I’ve prepared my armor…my guns
The first time our lips touched I inhaled your sweet breath Youre my air, my atmosphere I could never forget Nothing but love Hapiness In that moment I still smell you on my jacket
You are me; The me that I can't leave. The air that fills my lungs, And exists all around. You are the blood that flows through my veins; My life. You are the sun in my solar system,
The sky was still, the moon was shining. Suddenly there was a loud cry of  joy and  jubilation, And on the other side, there was a cry of a baby.
Dear, Annie Every morning another dark day, until you. Every day grey and blank, until you. Every time the outside looks brighter. Every look makes me shutter. You are everything to me.
I'm living life as if a dying tree. I find myself corroding with the days. A rot inside that nobody can see.   My instincts are no longer trustworthy. Suppose that is why caring sometimes pays.
dear the one who feels like home   when we were together you looked straight into my ocean of a heart and relieved me of some of its weight some of its noise  
to You--   if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
to You--   if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
The great  She walks gracefully With pride, so effortless Not a care in the world Nary a soul can stop her  She can take over the world with her mind Confidence runs through her 
Dear Heroin Epidemic,   The lives being claimed, are ever climbing At once just a few, now overwhelming. Not just friends, not just family,
Dear Depression,
The Letter to Nothing   Dear Nothing, I regret to inform you that you are what I am feeling, You visit me every night and fill me with emptiness.
Oh dear,   I’m having a little trouble remembering Who I wish to forget. In that case, to whom it may concern, I no longer wish to play your game.   There’s a trick to tic tac toe:
Dear succeeding Earth, nothing but complete and utter silence. Nothing at all.   Not even the slight sound of birds chirping or traffic moving.
boys. they’ve got me strung up. i am a sweater, thick string; warm, hunger envelopes me and i do what i can.   i’m out on this fence to dry
I keep looking for love in everyone I see: The boys in the hall, I catch myself wishing on sheep.   My inabilities are also my delight,
  I am tired of surfing your waves Looking for a better shoreline to crash into As the sweat beads on my chest You give me no rest
i remember you girl, worn face eyelash whipped, whirlwind wonder-fuck.   i remember how you so delicately accepted me in,
Imagine me: With your solemn look staring into mine, imagine The mines collapsed into me, Making my memories become majestries Making my terrors become tapestries.
You shouldn’t put people in boxes the size of your ego Someone could get lost  
my love; this is tragic someone has died in our attic i saw it yesterday, on the news you should have seen him, body bruised  
  No.   I am no longer going to feel spaced out About needing to cut you off. I was a planet, with rivers and lakes.
Dear Sandpaper family,   I see all of you, All your bumps and bruises All your ragged clothes worn over the remnants of your skin
Dear Sadness,   I know You’re feeling blue, Like an ocean tide scouring anew, Bogging down my carefree garments and,
Dear, my precious friend   You’ve saved me, my knight in shining armor From the castle that brought me dishonor
I told you you did not want to date me because I would hurt you. Not long after that we started dating I hurt you. I left or of fear of getting hurt. Then we got back together. Later you left me on the edge of death.
Dear Nana, How are you? How have you been? I've been trying to be happy but how do I begin? I remember your last day like the back of my hand Little did I know time was running out like dripping grains of sand.
When I’m judged every day evidently And I come to think my mother was right How could I ever live genuinely Could I ever be loved for just one night;
Dear Dad,   You say these memories are fake, then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
The ruthless dictator when seen from sorrowful eyes.   The empathic healer when seen from solaced eyes.   The dutiful watcher when seen from admiring eyes.   The reliable partner
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory. The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful. One by one they slip away as it is in their nature. Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
the prince in this tale was too scared to ask for help he tried to save himself the prince is strong the prince was the strongest
Those who look outside of the window sees the perfection of a house. Built on the sturdiest foundation of all even though it was built in 1942 on a rainy day, still sturdy.
This morning, I noticed something I have such beautiful eyes Which is weird I've never been happy with them Nor sad either I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes Until I looked the mirror
For such a long time, I thought I understood long term relationships and that anyone can have them at any age Specifically my own personal demographic But suddenly A switch flipped And a light bulb flickered
Dear wounded luxury and fragile time,   I fought the battle to win the war,the internal struggle and mental storms brewing,growing stronger.Thieves rule and Queens lie,royal worry filling their eyes.
Being with you is like going to the symphony or wait, being part of a symphony sometimes I can't tell the difference   Sometimes I feel as though I'm watching and listening from the audience
I know you don’t understand The sun has set and the fog is heavy But can’t you hear them whispering?   The soft voices beyond our own
I dream of thoughts and spaces where I reclaim my power, I dream of reciting verses: A reclamation of the use of my voice. A voice that in reality fights being free,
  Dear Hate,                                                                         I hate you. Always have, always will.I hate how you ensnare, trap, and tangleand like a fly I danglein your web of red hot anger.I hate how you make me crumple li
War
War
Dear Depression, Your goal seemed to be to wreck what I had worked so hard to build. You tore and hurt and left me a shell of who I was and could be. I lost myself amongst your waves,
Everyone tells me what I did wrong and how to fix it for next time. Next time. Next time there won’t be a next time. There are too many holes and trysts and trails in my heart I’m shutting it all down.
The Black (pt. 3) In the farthest field there is a deep pit A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches Of sweeping grass element Which now and again bubbles and Blossoms
Dear Ex-Best Friend,   I can’t thank you enough for what you did to me. Yes, it was selfish and rude and incredibly mean.
                The Black (pt. 2) In seventeen years All the roots have settled The roots are strong, They breathe. In seventeen years Our sun has curated Created Our plentiful harvests
Dear world,   I often ponder your composition A seeming giant reservoir of water Flowing as one, united   But is this really true?
I have meaning, past my purpose. I do.   I know this. I am even - most days - convinced of it.  
To the man I should have known to become my uncle,                   You were the butterfly who sent a hurricane, except it wasn't just a flutter of your wings that ripped through what should have been my stable and permanent home.
To the man I should have known to become my uncle,  
Breathless. My fingers intertwined with a desire, not a reality. Enclosed in a blanket of thoughts and ideas, Eager to blossom its petals to showcase its individual colors, But quickly wilts away, overshadowed by fears. Children no longer play on
Dear my protector, Satheric, Satheric. With feathers so sleek like a silent owl in flight, The comforting hum of your voice, kept me asleep all night. As I knew there was nothing to fright.
Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
My child has finally been born. Thy world awaits ye beauty. Yet I must hide thee from scorn, So I take thy to a place that’s gloomy.  
Air
The air can blow us away, But we can also blow air. We can create air to use on others, Yet air can not create us to use on air.   It is tossed around,
Once There was a castle. In that castle was a princess. Cursed, By danger and imperfection.  
Dear Dad,
Dear you, You are the best I hold you above the rest Your perfect face and golden hair The beauty I want not to share
I have never been to great at math. Numbers looks like hieroglyphics that have yet to be tanslated into english. Its symbols look like my 5th grade art portfolio scribbles, but yet
I wanted to write you into a love poem, But all I can conjure Is a picture of a girl crying off her mascara On a stoop in the south of Chicago,
  It’s one of those nights.   One where the stars are too still in their orbits, And I can imagine the scent of your perfume Lazily wafting its way around the room,
Dear You, I'm Sorry.  Based on A True Story.    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I see you in my sleep, there, you’re still alive, Refusing to accept you’re gone, is the only way I survive,   I reveal all my stories,
Dear Kevin,
Anxiety, What triggered you this time? Was it the way that man looked at us on the street? Was it the test we have in chem. tomorrow?
Dear Rebekah, I always take a look at you when you're not aware, But most times you catch me looking and I find it so unfair That the stars in your eyes twinkle, when you see him and not me,
Dear People With Money, Attending college is tough when the world ain't as sunny.   I've learned people like you make my debt appear. And it's also you who brought me great fear.  
This poem reflects a bad relationship: Dear whoever cares, My heart hurts. My stomach hurts My chest hurts. It's my entire body actually. I feel like I forgot how to breathe. This isn't right.
Dear love,   As time passed, the flowers faded and so did our conversations only meaningless words flowed I looked for the same sparkle I once saw
The nicotine in my brain,the tar in my lungs.
Dear Iceland, “Almost eradicated” the headline reads. Tests spot extra genes Future without disease. Ninety-percent One loop too many Snipped.   Green goggles. Disney songs.
Dear Future You,   Are you still breathing? Are you still fighting? Do you still walk with flames in your soul? The flame that burns, burns out of passion, love and dedication;
Dear Dragon,   You have been called dream devourer, war starter, world conqueror. I never thought you would hunt me down as I, a measly wanderer, kept trying to move around.  
Dear TBD, I need some time.  But- You’ll ask why and I dont know how to tell you Its you.  Time.  That is the spell keeping me standing here.  But- I’m not sure how to fix this. 
Dear friend,   I love seeing you every morning.   Your presence makes me shutter.   I enjoy our small talk. It's nice.   Sometimes there's silence. It's nice.  
Dear first love,
You are filled with your own infatuations;Absolutely wrapped up in your own imaginations.You are in a world of your own, a place unknown and,You are the master of this Terra Incognita.
To the woman who gave me my first breath The one who carried my weight The one who loved me without even seeing me There's a knot in my throat when I try to tell you What I felt went wrong
Dear Aidoneus, Goddess of death! Za, God of men! Why must you sit on your ligneous chairs drenched in ichor?
You look And you see A pleasant home.  The flowers are bright,  The bushes are trimmed,  The shingles are painted, Two wicker chairs are on the porch. One white picket fence guards the path. 
  I thought your face was covered in snow I tried to find it, but it’d never show Old soul, from which I learned a lot Never told me how to take care of my heart  
Sahabat, bila engkau berkenan kusurati, hendak sekali hati kecil ini mempertanyakan.   Apa yang telah menjadikan hari kemarin terasa begitu memikat? Mungkinkah karena secangkir kopi hitam pekat,
--with Khansa Khalisha   Share, share the words you wish to say, silent murmurs of your evening pray unspoken tears of your pain yesterday.   Share, see me as shoulder that you can lay,
Liberation, She called it, Discharging pet Lovebird from the Foreign shackles Named commitment  
Dear Justin,  Only Fifteen  Still Learning How to Live  You taught me how to stay strong.  You gave me laughter and smiles.  During a time I only had sadness and grief.  You had me and I had you. 
Dear Forgotten Ones,   In the beginning,  I took you for granted.  In the beginning,  I hid you on a shelf.  You collected dust In the back of my mind  For many a year.
A Letter to The People Who Don't Realize,         Every person is a ship.     When something bad happens, or the person becomes sad, their ship cracks.     Some ships crack at the top; plain for everyone to see.
You can keep the flowers, carry my words, leave with tide.   And keep the winter silence, you so willingly traded me for.
Music is the key to the soul Our twisted hearts bound by these shackles Take this key and remove your chains  
The moment I wake up you're on my mind Between my stomach and my throat, there are too many ties You've consumed my brain and while I'm trying not to let you go I know I've got to let you slip down and off my spine
Can you hear me now? If you can’t I can only wonder how Why is it the only way to get your attention?
Beauty impossible for just one to obtain Roots so deep Branches both long and graceful Facade hiding what’s inside
To Love: You are so enchanting.                                         A blooming rose bush. You have so many flowers.                                         So wonderfully fragrant. You are so vivid.
My Dearest Lover, I don’t believe in using metaphors to define people. Metaphors are romanticized. If someone is defined by the metaphor in which I put them in, people no longer see the person,
Dear Freshman,   Life is like ocean waves Unpredictably unsettling, Boldly beautiful, Carelessly cascading Never hesitant to bombard bountiful beaches
Shed no more dear Shed no more the tears Baby a day will come when that three words gang and say
ravenous creature feeding on scraps and whispers tired of waiting   no longer sitting patiently or silently
Dear Love,   For someone so nurturing to others You sure are disloyal to me Why is it That you come so Faithfully.
Nurses, Should be nice.   Or at least that's what I thought.   They didn't care about me.   Hurt yourself? Stop crying.   Lonely? Oh well.  
Dear Dumb Diary When I need someone to talk to no one listens, So I write in you. The best parts of my day And the things I can’t say You're always there. Just like little Junie B.
Dear river, I love you. I am jealous. You are who I wish to be!
Eyes close, Wandering hands, Fingers visualizing Soft pricks, Flabs of skin, Rouch pad, Desiring to- Glimpse the tail whirl, Hear babbling over commotion, He is the fireplace
Where do you grab your why? Out of thin air? Does it come to you while sitting, watching the day go by? Maybe it runs into you on your deathbed, seein' your life flash before your eyes.  
Our bodies are a kaleidoscope, limbs entangled in damp silk, hearts pulsing to the drum of now, yesterday, today, tomorrow.   “You’re so perfect” you breathe, calluses tracing my veins,
Tell me what tomorrow will bring Solar wind or heavenly fire Tell me when I wake you will be here Wrap me in your arms Those frostbitten demons
My mind is a computer, It plays games, Process information, Turns to power-saving mode.   But if this is true, Then what are my disorders?   They are flash drives,
Love...Now when you hear that word, what comes to mind... ..
By his side, I watched your son grow, With shackles on small hands, Their great weight you bestowed, But learned to withstand.   Your mistakes he bore with a smile With chin up and back straight -
Standing at the mouth, seeing the belly of the beast. Steps I take toward the impending digestion. Strange people. Getting lost. Go here, or there?
Five Stages of loss colored with the paints of emotion, stained by the blemish of unexpected commotions. It gets ugly, "it's on me" you say to survivors who feign joy.
I wanted to say love u mom and dad, but the cousin's here
Being broke is like people out there homeless and need help
You are an artist when it comes to words.  Your tongue is the brush, my heart the canvas.  You knew just the words to paint my heart  the color of love you promised me.  You charmed me with reds of passion. 
Mother The rise of sun I cannot see it Helplessly, I lay My wings nearly bare I cannot move I cannot speak My limbs heavy Bricks on my body
Silent nights lay rest to broken hearts The hands of the strong hold the feathers of damaged birds Your warm smile puts back together the shattered pieces of me
Dear Kim Jong-Un, I see you up in your palace, your insulation spilling over your belt I see you but you see the skin dripping off the bones of your people
dear boy i almost gave everything to, i am not a glistening bar of solid authentic gold, i am not a crystal clear 50 karat diamond, i am not a smooth pearl that shimmers in the sun.   i am a ruby.
A blackbird sits upon a tree and no one bothers to see what lies inside its tender heart or how it used to be.   ‘I used to fly above the earth,’ said the recollecting bird,
Ode to You:  
Screams I hear every morning  I wake to the clouds storming The lightning fills the air I try to say my silent God prayer  amongst the clouds trying to see  why they can't agree  All they do is fight
The door is sealed shut to lock in the spiraling shadows that are so haunting at night   The barrier brings comfort, muffling the bustling mascaraed while silencing staggered breaths  
Dear Trauma,   letting you go is harder than diminishing you into “just something that happened to me” or “nothing big really”.
Dear dad You left so soon I didn't even get to make you proud You promised you'd watch me graduate, grow, marry But you're not here now You didn't even see me turn 18 Cancer ate away at your lungs and
Dear Mia,   My three best girl friends: Faith, Far, and Family, Visited me this year. First came Family; although it was I who drew her in. In my loneliness, I cried out to her for advice and support.
A Jewel kept secure in the king's daughter's heart, will always be her shining star. Many men could never find out her password, because she never gave it out. Keep her word that she wouldn't be no man's fool.
Dear Red Balloon, Just out of reach The faster I run The futher you are When I'm close enough to grasp your string you POP but I'm not sad I've been without you
  Laughing kisses among the waves, One after another. Splitting our sandwiches in halves because yours looks better.   Saving up for birthday gifts,
  Laughing kisses among the waves, One after another. Splitting our sandwiches in halves because yours looks better.   Saving up for birthday gifts,
Dear Dad,    You used to call me florita, your little flower. I’m no longer a little delicate flower; I have now grown to be a fully blossomed strong, healthy, and independent flower.
Dear anonymous boy,   A fire burns passionately within me, Your loss turned my life into a raging storm, Winds battle around me, Fighting for their escape, Trapped within the confines of expectations,
Dear best friend,  I already love you. I'm in love with the way you smile when you look into the sky. I adore the little wrinkles your nose makes when you laugh. I love the melody of your voice.
we are monsters together, huddled under the bed of our childhood selves, keeping each other warm when there is nothing to eat but nightmares.
i. he carved his name into my bones with claws under which my flesh festered. no matter how long i leave my bones to rot,
This year has been a rollercoaster. It’s been awhile since I’ve been on One of these rides. Just when I try to Steady myself atop a hill of these
to god:   age 5. strawberry dress, springtime shoes, thorny nylons,   i asked why i had to dress for religion like dad does at work
I thought I was like the trees tough on the outside  softer within I realized I'm different I'm not a tree I'm just a lonely human being We cannot compare to things worse for wear
To my country,   I have grown from your soil Took root in your values Attempted to grow But as my leaves spread toward the sky, I was nurtured by education In the digital age
Dear brothers, A and Z, You were both so young with adorable smiles, So many hospitals all over the country for miles, You were only babies so precious and small,
At five, when I fell off my bicycle for the first time and bled, my mum leapt in to pick me up and ,"Honey!”, she said, “You know why Superman has a cape that is red?"
For most of my life I wanted to be like everyone else. The want and need got so bad I let it consume me. The idea of being able to be "normal" for a change  was all I wanted to be. I always felt like an outsider,
Why is it so hard to understand you? Whenever people come to help, you’re shrouded by overwhelming trusting problems. How come you can’t trust them if they get too close?
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
I don’t know why I let him get to me like this I was young dumb and inlove So I was blind to the signs that’s why im feeling like this So I guess its my fault I let him get inside and manipulate my mind
Dear whoever has picked this up. Life is as though seasons of the weather. Constantly changing.Snow melting as our tears of exhilaration and melancholy. 
I don’t know why I let him get to me like this I was young dumb and in love So I was blind to the signs that’s why im feeling like this So I guess it’s my fault I let him get inside And manipulate my mind
I don’t know why I let him get to me like this I was young dumb and in love So I was blind to the signs that’s why im feeling like this So I guess it’s my fault I let him get inside And manipulate my mind
some people think that being an open book is a good thing,  but i disagree.  find people around you  who so fiercely desire to read your pages so much,  they can’t put it down
Isolation is the mask that disguises us from those who do not wish to observe. They have eyes, but they cannot see that we are all the same, just unique. I pray that one day they will open their eyes, so they can read in between the lines.
Calming innocence, brought by the tide, born from the sea’s foam.   Breathing. Wandering. Befriending the rain.  
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
Past, And the trees were depressed, arms sunk as if weighted by the sky above them. The sky was dark, its heaviness felt by none but one. The rain was cold,
We met at the start of high school You walked into English Right before the bell And sat at the desk closest to the door Your knees hit the top of the desk
The snake is a creep.It slyly trails its victims,Waiting to eat them.
i'm an architect of dreams structures built of hope speckle the skyline blueprints of fantasies litter my thoughts  the top floor of every skyscraper is designed to reach the atmosphere
The hummingbird came and went for years
He knelt down on one knee for you Eyes to yours, hand in his pocket Your gaze jumping everywhere except for his Your chest dropped to your stomach, thoughts becoming silent prayers
Welcome to the Closet. Here you will discover the many wonderful things I cherish.   On multicolored hangers, an array of shirts and dresses are organized by clothing type.
She still visits me sometimes... In the night, she clambers into my bed and causes a ruckus of negativity in my head.   She plays the strings of my heart like the most beautiful harp,
My love for you is a fire, It burns, grows, and fails to tire.  My love for you is a tower, Your love and friendship give me power.  Your commitment and joy are fertile soil, 
A Letter to an Absent Father   Dear father- or rather to the man Who simply donated DNA. I'm not sure if I can call you "Dad" Anymore because a father is 
We are like the constellations mapped out in the night sky. We dance blissfully with each other, illuminating the perpetual darkness that surrounded the earth.  
Sweet fruit, Forbidden fruit, I shall ignore god's warning, For to taste ambrosia I shall sin ten-thousand times more. I cannot resist the serpent, Nor do I think I would so desire.  
Dear Mr. Not Right,   She is not here for looking for a fight. Just simply here to shed some light. She doesnt have anymore hate, anymore tears. She's really sick and tired of the wasted years.
Scrubbing the dirt that clung to the lines and creases of my body a furtive soil stronger than me dirt that strangles in the name of remembrance
A child of ten years, And a invisible puppeteer, Stumbled upon each other in a forum.   They grew closer and closer, But little did the child know, They would break their heart.  
I haven’t forgiven you I don’t think you understand The great weight you put on my sternum And on my head when I feel my soul start slipping  
My mother is my idol, my inspiration, and my rolemodel.   She didn't come from wealth
I can't seem to fall in love with you no matter how many times I vocalize. I sleep with guilt and doubt, lying on my chest, drinking manufactured love letters, serving you mugs of it; hoping
Dear You Know Who You Are,   I was little, Too weak for my own good. You made sure I knew it too. I was a flower, Frostbitten by a cold world. You crumbled my fragility
I understand why nobody likes you. You’re soaking in excuses that  drip blood and wish
to the one whom gravity holds tightest to,   you're an aging collection of thin skin and heavy bones known by a name  passed through the lips of few   with ribs housing
Dear the Color White,  You are so pure, so simple  So simple, and clean  You are painted upon the picketed fences of family homes, and cover the peaks of mountain tops
We grow up hearing "stranger danger" but what do we do when the danger isn't a stranger but someone whose half of DNA lives inside you? 
Before we met there were things I didn't quite understand of how hormones can control my body  of what desires I seek but yet after we met, after a shake on the hand what I didn't expect you to be 
I felt the pain in your voice, how obscure notions consumed, devoured every trace of tangible lucidity.   I felt the pain in your glance, how dashing daggers of andradite turned,
This is a love letter about how much you mean to me. We are two bright minds, two old souls, and two battered hearts That join together perfectly at the seams. It was God who brought us together, you and I.
my eyes leak like the old pipes here a little bit broken unless you angle them right   but i’ve been off kilter since you left bent me out of shape careless  
My Sweetness, Freedom of reproach and firmness against difficulty Have been found in our love, Tried and tested, it is true.   I hear the grit of the others, Trash talking our silver-ringed way
Over the past few years I have stood by your side And now we are falling apart Like rain falls further away from the clouds.  
The moment of truth is a sad-face, only few make a day break light, The true lies of a fortune times keep nature accompanied within. Sense of such conquest is a long grammar for the banquet,
As I fade in and out of sleep Thoughts of you dance through my mind It pains me to know That you never experienced such sorrows Your first love
Those three words and your audacity makes me fear yet quake with anger. Years with nothing and now everything hits like a match to a fire. Those three words and I feel like I can't breath. Your face scares me  but then I remember you tender love.
We shape our world and the world shaped the invisible working in common cause to produce miraculous thinking of the air passed speed round a shaped wing our weight in this life to those elements have yet to imagine and look for the true shape of o
Love is enticing Icing on cake I'll go where it takes me  I hope I don't break   I've made journeys to hearts Universes apart I've seen, but I've felt much more
Back then, first gen, It was a lot easier when Mom and dad used to love each other since then Fights happen, physical actions Again and again  
Go to a museum and look at a painting Observe it carefully…you got it? Good Now close your eyes and describe the painting Did it have meaning? How was the technique? Was the artist famous? Did you feel any emotions?
I can easily entice you with connotations displaying my utmost state of vulnerability and innocence, but this is not a sad story detailing the division of myself from You.
Two celestial bodies roam the skies So different, so unique, but still linked through life.   One makes a big entrance at every arrival With bursts of pinks and purples announcing her strides.
For the love that died.I had never heardOf almost forbidden loveLike a flower that bloomedAnd then died
My Blessed Pen and Paper   Today I write the perfect story Today I paint the perfect picture My words should make it happen My strokes should make it vivid That is because I love you.
  Another individual,  seemingly that was made for you, Like a perfectly fitted glove, But you do not own that person, which will forever be true.   And that person has no obligation to please you
My heart crumbled When I had to walk on those eggshells. Every word you didn't like, A land mine , Every phrase that didn't flatter you, A sure explosion To crumble my heart
The heart is a rich, oak door Locked from the inside out Love is a living, passionate wind Touching the door but lacking the key   You see, I locked the door before to keep from the robbers and rain
In a world where you see souls instead of bodies, I'd imagine it would be terrifying, painful, beautiful, amazing, and crazy.
Love. How do you explain something so elusive? It’s intensity can’t be contained Not by the mere strength of words   Love is not an empty word
    “I love you” should never result in foes It should never result in therapy, emotional damage, and fear
I'd rather lose my life than have to lose myself, but I'm always myself when I'm with you. If reincarnation is true, in every past life somehow I'd end up meeting you, whether I a bug and you a leaf.
I love you I daresay, the way you hold me, the way your heart touches mine and beats in tandem, a feeling that we're tied together belong together,   I don't hurt you,
Tell me Mr. Hero, what have You done? Is this not my story? You’ve commandeered the issue my newest release There, See Your summons in the sky That which obscures my image  
“did you get home ok?” this is my love language, the static in my ear reminding me of the fuzzy feeling I get down the back of my spine when my name crosses through your lips “did you eat already?”
The healthiness shoudln't have to be forced,  it shoudl come naturally, like how you both met eachother naturally. One shoudln't have to ask for respect,  it should just be know to give it,
Sleep. It's something I never seem to get enough of. I don't have insomnia, nightmares, or a bed made of rock, But I still never seem to get enough. High school seems like the easiest thing to blame,
The memories that we make, I hold dear to me. They are stories, I like to believe That I will read when I ache for normality. They are tales of my home, A place that is filled with heart-warming smiles
The elementary express These are five slow-paced most relaxing years Of a little boy’s bright and early life Where he was cultured through the presence of affection  
To understand a healthy relationship, you must understand a healthy self. Neither should you starve to death, nor should you stock junk food on the shelf.
(CO) has no scent like smoke, and so we breathe it in. (CO) has no flash like fire, and so we watch it spin. (CO) has no burn like ash, and so we let it fry. (CO) has no shriek like gas, and so we hear it cry.  
If you really loved me you really Loved me Really loved me Me. The sounds of a rotting relationship. When a person really loves another, it becomes more about the 'you'  than the 'me';
I still remember the very first time I met you: We were just kids then, who believed in the idea of forever and always. And we were just two kids then, who believed in the whole:
Love and I once spoke Not too long ago, I thirsted for her wisdom To help me learn and grow.   "Love," I sighed with heavy heart All cracked and torn and used,
The leaves tumble down, All except for one. She's already faded to brown, But the tree thinks she's as gold as the sun.   She trembles at the cold, And the tree knows it's time.
8-23-17 Why are these thoughts so rough on me All these problems made from blood only Making it harder to think, harder to sink Into the person that's made for me But I don't need close, never been an
I am content, I am fulfilled, I don't expect, I appreciate, I see you. The soul that resides inside, not the facade.  I am vulnerable,  I am nothing but everything, I am.
You were my obsession and I was constantly begging for a confession I wanted you to be mine, but it was all online  You said I was the only one, but you were just having fun
My best friend, There for me through thick and thin. Steady like the summer wind That's my best friend   Calm, when the waters are rough Calm, like at gentle breeze, 
Because I Love You. No excuses, keep your head down, just smile.  Because I Love You. Hide the pain, stand up tall, Don't Let Them See You.  Because I Love You.
It’s because I love you, That I would make you cry. And that’s why I’m your greatest ally.   It’s because I love you,
i. sun: the light of all life. Ive had many suns in my life, people I thought would be the center of my universe forever. After the last person, I swore to myself I’d never put anyone there again.
With a beauty of a single flower, Any type of rose would be envious. His smile would destroy other’s power. His touch was a snake that was venomous.
What do they see? They don’t see me for my heart for they believe it to be irrelevant to do so I am like a shadow that crosses the dark path I am pain in their wound I am the eclipse of the sun
Because I love you When I was crumbling, the world morphing  Spinning around me like a top in Wonderland I still came to you, and pulled myself together I stitched you up, Put you together,
Because I Love You I willl give you my all  Because I love you I will not let you fall Because I love you  I will answer ever call Because I love you  I will give all my love  
Love   a word too commonly misused maybe something I can only do as if the people in this world don't understand all of the meaning packed
To succumb that breaking Whenever reality consumes the head About the flight Cannot halt a soul. Living through possibilites Where you are adored With all that you please
Today I drowned in the ocean you created The ocean of blood that you watched spill Spill from the eyes that are now deflated The eyes you used to carry me into the dark The dark you thought would blind me
The other day I found myself smiling into the void.
A heart of diamond can't break A stream won't flow from a stone. Even if the earth were to shake, The mountain stands on its own.   Is a glare made of diamond?
"you can't write a poem about tomatoes" 
I am cold, skin stretched over bone to form a shape people will love. I am moldable, flexible enough to change, and faded enough to where they’ll color me the way they want. But I have my own colors.
How is it that I need you? “Why does your heart belong to me”,  you say. Well, we collide like vanilla and chocolate swirl  ice cream we used to be one alone, but we are one together
Healthy Relationships “To understand a Healthy Relationship you must first understand what it is not”.
Life tells me these things never last Experience names me a victim To others, I’m a way to pass the time A friend on Fridays, Mondays, and Some Days
Treat me like a queen or don’t treat me at all. Uplift me while I uplift you. I cannot grow while my significant other is trapped in a phase. We must grow together so we will not grow apart.
What is love these days? It's a rushed cycled of this is how it should be Its social media Showing everyone you're having a good time It's a show
You didn't force me, you allowed me to be me. You loved me for who I was and so on that night I didn't cry,
They built me up, And knocked me down, Over And over And over And over. A cycle of trying to impress,
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
Because i love you i will do anything to keep you safe from the world from your family no drugs are every gonna break you no drink is ever going to take you away from me because i love you ~darla
You are my crocodile, You are beautiful, intelligent, and my favorite When I look at you I see a crocodile, Confident and mysterious  You put my in a trance when I look into your green eyes,
The rich smell of coffee lingers my senses, captivating my breathing, leaving me almost breathless. I close my eyes to let the aroma fill my lungs with pure bliss.
I USED TO FEEL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR LOVE LIKE THE DAY IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT A SUNSHINE I USED TO FEEL WORTHLESS WITHOUT YOUR CARE LIKE THE NIGHT IS WITHOUT THE MOON BUT THEN LOVE FELL ON ME,
I USED TO FEEL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR LOVE LIKE THE DAY IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT A SUNSHINE I USED TO FEEL WORTHLESS
Relationships have been tough and rough this days The last one torn me apart and taught me to be nobody’s fool It all started when I love someone And he didn’t love me back, instead of putting a stop to the deceit
love is boiling, scalding hot it rolls and rushes beneath itself desperate to take up more space than it left behind. if you take the plunge you are bound to get burned. if you ease yourself in
I listened to the small bird sing, Her voice frail and shaking. I listened to the small bird sing, Her hands quiet against her chest.  
  Because I love you more than astrologers love the solar system then my love is strong Because I am to love you more than the a mother loves her first born then I am bonded to you like no other Because I am to love you as if the sun never went do
She took a look at the cold body,  Broken, Bruised, Beaten,  Left for dead, With very little warmth left in her.  A small touch sent heat flooding all over Her body,
Why Was I Given a sickeningly bitter and addictive drug; an everlasting promise thats always broken; a pain I will always miss, but would never wish on my own stricken children;
My coat has missing buttons It simply will not close The open coat sends shivers From my head down to my toes My coat lost all its buttons When it caught on something rough
Because I love you, I know you want someone else.And I want you to find them--you'll be happier then.I was an outline and instead of being my lover,Instead of being my color, you gave me the pen.    
You valued me At much less Than I am worth And I myself Believed you As if you are the one Who gets to determine
To me a healthy relationship means two people, Two people respect each other, and each other’s wishes.  Two people laugh and joke together. Two people hurt and cry together. Two people star gaze and run in the rain.
“Carpe Diem” is a phrase that I am introducing to you in the hope that you will remember what it means and why it matters.   I brought you into this world. I gave you a home, food, and guidance.
Sometimes love is like a bed of nails Or the morning air, pushing the wind in my sails It changes and grows all the same Clipping wings, heart and fame Yet my love will never fail
  Raise You Up Your spirit, full of fractures, returns to his darkened grasp of its own volition. Battered eyes swivel to mine
When the sunlight touches his eyes they turn to fire the color of honey Yet they are as cool as a river in midday When he speaks his words are wise yet they still bring laughter past my lips
Two doves dance in the sky Indigo coveting their beaks and hallowed chests. They circle each other Hovering in the space between pristine blue waters and cyan sky.
I only love you For who you are, more than a Thousand shooting stars My heart, my life, and the stars Because I love you, I'll give
Your heart was drooling with love
I first checked you out in school. I don’t know what caught my eye But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
We spent night upon nights spitting words laced with toxic until our minds grew numb  but we still said good night and we could feel the warmth
The most favorable flowers, Snipped from their leaves, Snipped from their roots   I want to hold you, I cannot seem to let go.  
I feel like your choking me when i am around you, but i breath, because i love you.   I tried to fight my feelings,  but victory was impossible, because i love you.  
Only the nightingale sings the melody of constancy, With the falling of last light, her notes welcome me To the darkness of the night, the brightness of the stars.
Because I love you, I have no words to say Why? and How? I do. I only know the way.   I love you like the oceans Roaring beneath the sky. Like the waves, my heart motions
 In the house around the corner I hear the offkey ramble. In the house a street down from that house held a couple with the love purer than earth's water or a mother's love that is everlasting.
We both stepped onto the platform, allowing nooses to be tied around our necks. Our eyes were wide and filled with naivety and hope. We were reckless. We were addicted to feeling that rush of invincibility through our veins.
You're the light to my darkness,  The shiver up my spine. You're the reason I'm not heartless, And for that our love will never unbind.   My heart goes out to you because you are always there,
August brought shouting, crying, and shoving each other into hurtful words. Why? "Because I love you." October brought screaming, cursing, and biting my tounge to avoid angering you. Why? "Because I love you."
Traveller [ Inspired by the story "Going Places" by A. R. Barton ]
Love me for as long as you can stand to love me for love is not supposed to be stagnant It ebbs and flows and if you are willing to change with me I will gladly take your hand
Love is not fleeting. Love is patient; It doesn’t take less than a day to like what you see. Love grows, flourishes once you get to know him. Love is not implanted like seeds within our soil.
You fucked me up Bad. You saw me. Saw my soul. Clean and fresh And perfectly ripe. You set your sights
The wind dominates the air Biting my frigid cold nose Trees dance with their colored leaves The long path is curved and paved The blue birds’ song becomes rare
I put on my rose-colored lens The day I met him   When the “I love you’s” and “You’re my everything’s” Were clouds covering a dark storm  
“Don’t leave me like this.” “I have to go.” “No, you don’t.” “Yea, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “Yes damn it, you know that I do.” “No, damn it yourself, I don’t.” “Stop being so stupid,
You came unto me Because you love me   And because I love you I will protect you    And because you love me You will defend me at every opportunity   And because I love you
Yeah I found the light so now I begin my dream chasingOnce your on this path I promise you that there’s no escaping
This is the time of our lives that everything changes inside. Left is now right, day becomes night I feel it inside that I am not alright. Save me now, save me now take me down the right path, of endless glory that I will never give back.
New light shines in the blue sky No confines No clouds that cry   But soon they come Unknown where from Beginning the storm
You know you're in love when: she is the reason that roses smell sweeter leaves, snowflakes, rain, and petals aren't the only things that fall now you also trip over the deep brown, contorted roots of her hair
Love is a way of life. Multidefinitive by way of perception, always definitive by means of perfection. Energy focused on spiritual growth for both and all qualified to learn the lessons with sincere intent.
i loved a boy who hated everything sweet. i made him a cake but didn't add any sugar, yet he still said it was too sweet. i bought him candies but made sure only the sour,
I once gazed at black stallions, bridled Standing poised on the white snow. In the wind I heard hoof sounds on the go As if galloping unbridled.
Why is it when I want to shout and scream  and howl and roar until my lungs and throat burn as if I had just breathed out fire that only a mighty dragon could breathe nobody hears me  
If possible  I want to survive on your exhales breathe in your anxieties your adrenaline and sobs.  I want to be your morning coffee making each sunrise a little easier
Love is an uphill climb Filled with trials and tribulations We hold on to one another and push forwards Only whispering to each other four words;
If you love me, you won't plung my canvas underwater. If you love me, you won't let my paint peel, rise, nor fall apart. And you won't wash your hands, For they will be consumed with colors that flourish me.
The sidewalk you were always siting on  the way that no one talked to you  got me thinking  of whats wrong  taking the spot next to you  able to find the holes that you have  sharing my holes finding our similar holes brought upon trust built over
Because I love you,I would do anything to see your gorgeous view.
   
Because I love you, I will smile when you apologize. Because I love you, I will never question who that is behind those stormy eyes.
Because I love you, I will smile when you apologize. Because I love you, I will never question who that is behind those stormy eyes.
  tell me about what you love tell me about your dreams tell me about what makes you giddy let me see your eyes light up 
I got tangled in the streets of a girl Where red eyed wolves drank honey She tried to capture herself in a necklace But she didn't have enough money So instead she bought November
I can feel you slipping through my fingers What we once had was so solid I could grip it. At times, it was all I could hold on to. Now - you are falling, falling, falling... Dripping away.
"Last night I took a L and I didn't bounce back."I received some news that had repeated itself last year. Why can't I be happy with my lover in peace. Yeah we aren't out there but sometimes I forget it that we are exclusive. Does it hurt?
Because I love you I take notice of the precious moles on your nose and lips. I see small flowers Sprouting against the odds through grey concrete And imagine threading them through your silken hair.
It was the entrance into a new world, like an ancient paradise. Moods, wishes never felt before at last came alive.   In those moments I first saw his face, a part of me became intertwined
Dear high schools across America I just wanted you to see my perfectly round, slender shoulder
You will always be my favorite constellation. Every night I wander searching for your embrace. But we are humans, To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.
Our first kiss felt like a supernova, explosive and iridescent, scattering my universe with cosmic dust.
One-way roads Make it harder to go back from where you came You take side streets, round-a-bouts An illegal turn here or there.   And sure you get back to where you came from
I stared starward when sleep had let me be, Being again alone in bed thinking of you. Under night bright I thought yesterday's thought of how therewas no you, and just my bed. These two ideas danced within my head,
Dear grandmother,   Promise I will never get tired of loving Every petal and thorn of Your worn out body.
Passion pink dripping from your words only changes shades to stain memories with something sweet, never bitter. In conflict, forgiveness is a muse.   Contempt lies awake each night,
Important  Single-minded desire To feel value  To be of value  Counting every flaw Every little thing To tell myself  I'm not worth anything Is it delusions?  Is it lies? 
Because I love you,   You are the thoughts that overturn my need for sleep And the thoughts that substitute my morning coffee You are the mind that gladly indulges in mine, Taking my thoughts in large gulps
The Seas And the Skies The color In his eyes Your hue makes me warm You’re a thunderstorm He holds the moon dear
Sitting here beside you, I feel safe and warm. Though we are not talking, I hear your every word. I know you would make time, To truly hear my heart, Should I have anything to say.  
Because I love you I will always find happiness in you, I will encounter joy in every little thing we do and comfort in every smile given to me. Because yo te amo
We have a lot of mountains That seem too hard to climb. We try to solve our problems And then run out of time. We've been checkmated so often That the game's out of our hands,
What is love?   Love is carrying a baby for nine months knowing the sacrifice it takes Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours because of their sake
you love her as sun-kissed skin loves the first swell of water tinted blue, scattered crystalline fragments of memory. the first time you confessed was
I lay with my lethargy under night skies,in cool, blue grass with dew settling to sleep around me.
There is a piece of you that lives inside me. I know it is there because I can feel it Along the ridges of my spine
Unspoken it is, Fluent it will forever be Everlasting in its nature, Wholesome and kind Human in its difference, It's difficulty To love
What is Love? Love has many different meanings You could love a thing, a place, even a person Love is friendship, family, relationships Love could heal you or break you Can warm your heart or break your soul
All clouds are only water and air Beyond my mind, I am blank Circling thoughts are mere casualties Dust fills my lungs and dances Everlasting ideas create a gentle emptiness
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice. Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands, Guarding a meaningless area That has been assigned temporary meaning. Her head held high, she takes the puck,
"Don't set yourself on fire to make others warm." Yet I carry matches in my right pocket at all times.
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THAT MAN’S SHOES AND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO LOVED, AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF
I'm not as traditional as the all American apple pie. More like that burnt bun cake that's been left in too long. Beauty from afar, so much damage inside. Longing for something to change, 
He drives his Lincoln fast down those dirt roads. Too fast sometimes. He isn’t suicidal, or maybe he is. He wouldn’t mind if the car flipped, it was exhilarating, to say the least.
Bed of thorns, vacant flowerbeds, Flowers plucked and torn, your loyalties shed. Flower crown of spikes, flower crown of thorns, Wicked wicker-weaved words swarm.    I'm selling secrets a dozen a bundle
Just as a boa constrictor, an unhealthy relationship suffocates those caught within its coil. Smaller and smaller, the world is slowly constricting, Gasping for breath, an eye-opening realization comes to mind.
The Everlasting, Tentacled Heart   What a wonderfully lovely little girl she was With her long hair flowing behind her juvenile face
Every breath consumes old habits, You spoke to me in possibilities, It’s you who broke me away from sins committed, Erased the ties that bound me.   No longer must I dance for him,
Alone. Dazed and confused I stared at nothing in particular. I felt small and insignificant. I was young and inexperienced. My breath came shallow and rapid. What would happen? I did not know.
A Beautiful Life   treading water My lungs thirsty for air… I fought and I fought hard but I am sinking in a quicksand of constant expectation
I Will.   I will lift you from the ground when you fall, Be at your side with even just one call,
It's this weird feeling like someone just gave you a sip of water  after a life long drought like seeing the sun set for the first time after years of being blind love is something like that 
The ground beneath my feet is firm,yet I can spread and curl my toesin the forgiving soil of his support.
Because I Love You As a child, those were the words I never understood.  Mom, why do you give me consequences or get mad when you cant find me in the grocery store? "Because I Love You" 
Soon you will learn That there's so much to learn, That life is much more Than the books you return To a library you hide in And can't ever protect you Like the loving arms
A star, Twinkling, Spinning, Sparkling Out of reach.   Winter sets in. You climb a mountain, And jump. But a Twinkling, Spinning, Sparkling
I turn away, from the beauty of the falling sun, hoping I can turn away from you.
You stained my existance, smeared my heart, and left a masterpiece of a mess behind.
Let's talk about love. Let's talk about young love, new love old love & blue love. Let's talk about butterflies and blueberry pies. Let's talk about practicality and obligation. Let's talk about pain and indignation. Call me mature to say love
The sounds of blameless sounds rang upon my ears and every things went wrapping against, At different interflows were the unintended collusions of bleeding leaves crying sweet red,
A life with you is like a rose. It is beautiful to look at, It may have some rough edges. But those rough edges are healthy. You are you and I am me. Like a rose, our relationship grows.  
Another day, Another problem. Usually things would be fine, I’d press on with a smile. But today… Today… I can’t keep it off my face, I can’t stop it from bringing me down. I…
GFV
"GFV" As he landed on this rich land that is covered with dirt,the old man said 'shit' when it literally means to shoot.I was asked to jump out of the building because I misheard it,I asked "from which floor?'Maybe just alittle brain will do, they
ask me again why the wounds hold me here like clots & bruises of another ruined sky with its sharp edges & its palette of blackbirds its long reach
Once upon a time, No. Let’s flash forward. This is the real story.   North China constantly
I am sorry but I am not.You were the most stable thing in my life, but since the moment you walked in you took the form of a pesticide. The label reads that it will help protect your plants, but says nothing about the negative side effects.Of cour
Jumping out on limbs because you lost all your branches.Branchless because your roots have rotten.At what point do you stop being a tree?Does a tree need branches? Need roots?Or have I simply become a sickened stump?
the discomfort  my request to keep my youth must i be blessed? the intoxication drunk on sweat to bleed with pride another day dry.
The fairy tales that the fairies always fail to tell are the truest of them all. These "once upon a times" only happen once every so often, which begs the question of what is happening the rest of time?  In between these instances of happy moments
Once upon a time there was a happy girl. She danced around smiled and saw the beauty in minute detail.  She saw color in everything, even on the worst days. But then she began to grow.
Said the grandmother to the girl: Listen child Your stories are full of princesses, cold stone towers, emerald scaled dragons with piercing eyes and flames for breath. But you know not of the stars
Memories wrapped around clots and strands Of hair oft described as gold, by those forgetting Its bearer led a life Best described as wing-clipped.   Thigh-length, some days shining, others matted
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair So thick, so dense No stylist would dare   She stayed in a tower In the middle of town Combing and spraying Detangling and braiding  
there was a princess who didn't get her perfect ending. the blanket shielding happy eyes is still casted by the faux story of a princess who didn't get her ending.
Oh, they say there is a beast,  who lives up the way. In a house three stories tall, and soon to crumble any day.   But I've seen whose song haunts the halls,
Three Billy Goats wish to cross a bridge, Where the water laps violently Under a ridge.   The bridge is quite dangerous, It is guarded by a troll.
     In a world, larger then life, walks many experiences and paths meant to be crossed. Every second of every day will play out due to the choices made years ago.
He had eyes green as lily pads, And a heart, large as the pond outside his grandad’s house Where we splashed and squealed as children.
  Shadows surround I make not a sound, Through the trees, I see, not one child, but three My belly thunders as I watch them toddle in wonder My eyes glint Perchance giving them hint
That Sun day You crack the egg onto the frying pan You watch it bubble and sizzle You grab the fried tortilla and slides the egg on top  
That Sun day You crack the egg onto the frying pan You watch it bubble and sizzle You grab the fried tortilla and slides the egg on top  
Life is a journey For where will it take you next? I cannot begin to explain What it is like to play in the adventure That is Life
The Future of Abbie Chris Lane As I watch, Patiently waiting on the water, I see the one, Skin becomes cold, My body melts into the lake,
White, black, brown, yellow. It‘s the few Colors that make our world colorful It makes our world seems happier and Less dull, cheerful, and calm. All skin colors are beautiful in the light
We've all heard the story of wolf the one we are told blew his roof but what we dont know and what they dont show is the wolf was feeling a bit low   he walked all day shared some hay with his bae
A hint of realism to know we're still on Earth   Topping the tables with jewels and crowns so that all princes have their choice
She lay in the ashes, cold and fair, With light eyelashes and golden hair. Cinders, sisters, spinsters, blisters, Haunted the dreams of the working girl, A tangle in a palace of curls.   
Trees all I see are treesTrees that help me breath that ease the pain in my feet 
Golden gallows, I fell under Neglected sorrow, created thunder I discarded you so promptly In fear you would continue to hang my body Cessation of my sorrow, you manifested into suicide, not so much a gallow
Chained to the sea  oppressed by its waves and torturous tides to conform or be prepared to die that's the decision the Little Mermaid must make  there is more than just her life at stake
Pretty little beauty defiled by poisonous thoughts Disintegrating smile her time is running out  slaughtered by the envy wicked as the wind  candy coated apple  this beauty's most prominent sin
Slow I walk none to talk passing by  gazing at the sky It's been a while since I last seen the water doesn't bother me none it'd mean my very slaughter the name's Moana I have no daughter
A blonde beauty Trapped by fearFeathers floating farther Falling from wingsThis beauty can no longer flyA blonde beauty Succumbs to love Leaving lies left to dieRight and wrong on the side
his eyes were mine,they held the sea and the sun.making my heart explode his eyes never showed me lovebecause they were in love with another.
Soul of Darkness Eyes don't lie Heart filled with hurt Mind filled with dirt Lips always curled into a smile Mouth filled with laughter Dimples are always showing She says she's happy
I am a collection of the mistakes and dreams of those that I've loved A mind that never stops moving, accompanied by a heart that feels every beat and every tear A soul like mine is fortunate for love
"So this is love..."   The thought echoes off the caverns of my mind,as cold and empty as the darkened motel room in whichI am grateful I cannot see  
Pinnocchio was the first, Geppetto and Geppetta's Happy Accident No one talks about Geppetta that much anymore 'Cuz she doesn't come around that much anymore  She was a good Wife and a good Mom
My bare feet crunch on the leaves nestled on a dirt path as I walk through a  distorted truth about my past.  
What I was expecting, was not her at all, My heart beating until it falls.  The hole that was held for many years in between, Has finally opened with her chasing the Hare for his ring.  
A flowering brush silently drips and perspires under the regulation of the dawn. Bees spawn amongst the first lit blooms, humoring the early bird.
Once upon a time, as every story goes, There's a beautiful maiden that everybody knows. Her voice was never heard, although she had much to say, Yet continued to be gentle and kind throughout the days.
The fires of hell raged until noon I opened my eyes to see a red moon The last thing I remembered was a left turn But it was hard to think with this slow burn   To my left and right were cooking cadavers
I wanted to thank people But was unable to explain What it means to have a friend To share life's joys and life's pains It's good to know our friendship Is one of endless devoting
Slip, over moss and leaves, Over the land that breathes, I am the Serpent,
"I love you," he said. He did not.     "I love you," she said. She did not.     However, all was not for naught,For both received what they sought.  
I'm leaving home for the first time. And it's kinda scary, I don't know what I'm up against. There's a future I can call mine, Out in a great big world Where I'm on my own, without friends.  
I. Heavens flicker and take fire. The Earth takes its final breath Trembling, Stained, Defiled. Dreams gained with certain loss
I left my heart wedged between your door, sealed, shut, in fear and a cheap envelope.   With an even cheaper excuse.
When I was just a little child I began to see I had a special family Who is always there for me. A family that stands by you No matter what you've done; Who picks you up and dries your tears
It's my destiny To fall asleep,  But I lie here wide awake.   My head ablaze But my body still Silently awaiting my fate.   For I cannot sleep, How hard I try,
An outbreak of an illness may cause several people harm to those who surround the infected. The case began with students on a campus who visited the informatory at the same time, as these students suspected
  Ok. So maybe there were never 7 and a pretty girl.   Just one. Just her. And they were all pieces of her mind
Emotions are strong   Emotions are dangerous   Emotions are to be feared  
My heart was thunder in my chest Upon my shoulders A mountain pressed  My shredded dress Blew in the wind She took my hand, The sorceress. Time froze like ice Her cool blue eyes
The closet is a social construct.   A construct built out of our fears.   And my closet is covered in rainbow tears.   My closet holds my past.  
  August 7, 2017 Tomas Vazquez   Once Upon A Time Scholarship
"I wake up everyday looking upon the creations as they build. I see that they are smart and I receive chills.
Once upon a time There was a princess. And then one day  she finds her prince in an instance. And in the end they both live Happily Ever After.   There goes a beautiful fairytale.
The Open Cage The cage door remains flung wide Yet the bird remains inside, Trapped by the wide open door, Blue like the world he won’t tour. Refusing to walk away
Onions   In a movie, an ugly, smelly ogre helped us find our layers.     -Nicholas Hardy  
All of a sudden-my life is very comedic, Once upon a time..., It's funny how it's funny to all the kids who read it, It's funny how the bunny who was running got defeated,
Once Upon A Time…. A fair princess was born. And all the land adored, The little babe adorned. How soon would she be betrothed…
"The mind is a box And truth its key, A music box full of Unique melodies. It plays for those Who wish to hear, Its sorrows and woes Of many a year. You may also chance
No one asked why No one asked how.. No one even asked what Chicken Little wasn’t a boy She wasn’t a kid She wasn’t crazy And her sky was falling But what was her sky ?
Your voice is one of the most powerful instruments you are born with, It has both ended wars and started them all with a flick of a tongue. It conveys our emotions and sings our songs.
Once upon a time there were Cinderella’s in the world A Cinderella’s love was stellar Full of confidence she glowed But glowing out of gloom she folds
Do you remember the night that guy told you that you were the eighth wonder of the world? Why can’t you see yourself like that? Why do you insist on repeating the words of the past in your head countless times a day?
Was it the way you said my name?   Or could it be the tender touch Of strong, masculine hands Gently caressing the dull locks Of my hair?   Average feels like a death sentence
Once upon a time, when life was a dream and life was on the line, with a train losing steam, being lost wasn't fine, yelling "I don't know what's mine" rather lose track than lose my mind, 
One time, Sometime, There was a non-magical building In an even more non-magical town, Where pumpkins and mice Were as plain as they sound.   There were no Great Stone Dragons
Once upon a time our hearts were synchronized  but fairytales lie 
Sometimes We don't know how to show our emotions Sometimes we shine like how the sunshine The sun can be orange,red, or yellow Like our emotions can be happy,sad,or angry When it rains we sad
Once upon a time there was a girl Who fell in love with a hero He swept her away to another world 
When the heart is oppressed the mind screams for release and searches for compassion to compensate for the pain that it is tortured by.you long for peace but all that encompasse  about you is the desire for rhetribution of the one love which promi
Why do we fear thunder? Thunder can’t hurt you It’s just a sound.   Why do we fear gunshots? Gunshots can’t hurt you They’re just a sound.   Why do we fear screaming?
Was there ever a place the storm had not been? The storm shrouded everything.  The sea's azure peaks and emerald valleys  Always smothered by an array of greys.   
Once upon a time I was here or was I there that's when I seen him,  my story teller, the one who would write and direct this movie I live in   Once upon a time he was sweet
Fairy Tales Are written about princesses With magic and love. But people forget about those who don’t get happy endings.
The truth behind Beauty and the Beast By Alex Dix  
i cry and i get nostalgic scrolling through old facebook photos each click opens an old wound every comment a shatter of the heart because i miss the girl i used to be. Long hair and a smile
i wish death on powerful men selling off dime store head ruthless inhibition restless intuition hurry along and flourish no more sleepy sounds will fog your head hope for humanity has been less
          Blocked were the truths, Revealed were the lies. Insulted were the innocents, Praised were the corrupted. Publicized was the fakeness, Hidden were the  realities.
I am the weight of the cross I am the nails in your hands I am the soldier's laugh I am loved by you!   I am the thorns on your head I am the point of the spear I am the insults of the crowd
Not one could conceive Such incapable instant Merely just a fair boy Average as the corner store Which not a shining soul laid eyes upon
Puppet Boy    strings lace my hands, they hang above my head. skin pale and bruised. eyes practically dead.   i am their puppet boy.  
 Here the boy sat writing for his future. He'd hoped it would all work out  yet the standards have been set by the the past. For the boy was not the magnificent Walt or Dickens himself. Yet he still pushed himself, 
I find myself looking out over a thousand hollow heads Sitting like bitter underripe fruit on top of hollow, senseless bodies Packed and pressed and neatly gift wrapped
You see….This key can open many doorsBoth physically and mentally Maybe you can't see what I see in this KeyAnd maybe it's not meant for everybody But we can be agree this key can opens many doors   It can open doors of dreams and hopes Leading to
You see… If I were hit with a baseball bat, I’d probably have a pretty black and blue mark, That would look like someone had tried to color the galaxy on me. The black sky would fade to blue,
Your sweetness, tender words, are kisses on my dissected heart.   Scarlet with my idiocy, a crown of shame.   Fool's fool, parading in saint's mask and desire's cloak.  
It’s a tale of lost potential, The Fisherman and his Wife Friends with a heavenly being, neither could help but be filled with strife Trying to please a greedy wife, the fisherman endured her ridiculous rants
The song has yet to be sungWhich can harmonize my affectionTo a voiceElegantly enough for you—You who haveRepeatedly untangled my spiritFrom where it lay spilt on the concrete.
Fair maiden blue and lonely, sitting in a tower, isolation a cloud around her, a single visitor every evening. Her mother or so she'd been decieved. The woman would leave again in the morning,
My mother had adopted the myth of the black cat crossing the road is bad luck, and when a cat would begin to cross the road, my grandmother would hold her tight into her arms, so she'd see nothing but the print on her clothing.
This winter is cold and heavy, The frost nipping at my toes, But I know someone with a bigger bite, I cannot escape.   The red snow follows every step, Little red, Little red,
The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces, Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky, A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision, If I squint hard enough, the water stains appear,
a modern day jungle we're all in a bundle the lions teaching ground  with vultures all around always pushed and shoved  too scared to look above gazelles run and hide 
My skin
O’er the marrows apparent lust, inevitable like auburn rust. Alas I long to see the gold beneath the brown-red crust.
 Lady in blue was in a tightly woven structure made with malace whereas others envied her palace, she craved their freedom shading her from the outside, where she cant see them,
When you look at the night sky and inhale the cold airOf a cold night in the great city...You feel refreshedFrom sitting in that small apartment all dayCluttered full of your brothers and sisters
It doesn’t really matter where you came from, who you know, none of it.  They try to teach you that in school, possibilism, don’t let your background determine your future you stupid social Darwinists, how dare you corrupt the lives of our preciou
Crattled little baby Not enough to change diapers The list goes on, luckily it was hyper Eagerly to jump to oppurtunities were their was none elevated from the oppresion that it have won 
I hear men on top of cliffs roaring their names with all their pride. Looking down upon me like they’re expecting a parade. While the lioness are out hunting for their prey
I was planted to grow In thick soil like the others  I was planted to grow As beautiful as the others  I was planted to grow With thorns as my protection 
When I find the time for introspection. Toward enlightened contemplation or even just reflection. Empty your mind, relax your body, inner stillness. Yet somethin' bout it still feel irreverend
My mind is afloat with many ideas, Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased. Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
It's been said before by many and few but among them this quote reigns true it's me against the world and the world is winning, it's become so cold no one has the strength to be bold, it's a world where people are told what not to be and what not
For a house without a single mirror Is a house without a roof or a door The perspective here is so much clearer When you realize this is a metaphor  
Labels. They can make you feel like you’re soaring above the clouds, Surrounded by birds of feather, whom together they flock, The breeze whisking through your plumage,
Under one nation What is one nation We fight a war for peace Please Its all an excuse To hide from the truth We are never satisfied We live a life smothered in lies.
On my serene stroll in the green lawn Just before the sparkling crack of dawn Cuddled by the gentle singing breeze And magpie chirping along with ease I gazed with awe at the horizon high
The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.  
Oh say can you see, the state of our great country We claim to be the land of the free and the home of the brave But our behavior is abysmal and disgraces our Flags proud wave
Land of the free built off of my people the enslaved Home of the brave though we don’t help those who need to be saved It’s a melting pot but oil and water don’t mix
Looking from the sea far away A place with unlimited possibilities, the promised land. I dream of being there one day, To be able to make a stand.  
My Love By: Anthony Kirk Taxation without true representation, used to pay
O' Great America; She said, "They never know what they got" But you still take it away. What you do? Throw it away and, getting away? I cant go to your bank without running away.  
It is not the Land of the Free but the Land of Opportunity. Our Speech, unhinged, becomes our Pride And we leave no problems to hide.   We praise the Phoenix and the Lotus That lie amongst the Land
I am meA human being, he made me beIn this world I play the game of lifeNot as easy as the board game, but that's alright 
Liberty and Justice for A L L All. You and me. Now when we say this is it what we truly mean? All of a group or all of a nation? Does my melanin-enriched skin, My wooly hair,
I stare at myself in the mirror wondering “how did I get this low” I stare at myself with fear wondering “how did I get here?” I tell myself “Why aren't things crystal clear,”
They see me just a brown woman, they fear those blessed and melanin infused with strong pigment and color, A true badge of honor,
Dark and WhiteWhy is dark wrong and light right? You see dark and you think dangerYou see white and you think angelYou see dark and you think evilYou see white and you think goodI see dark and I think complexity I see white and I think emptyI see
Have you ever felt like you’re staring at a black canvas? This canvas represents your life.
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery   But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?  
Toffee mocha? My Caramel sizzling over a white supremacy Fade away my caramel into the ethnic beneath the white bean bullet.
Skip down a road clothed in simple innocence Where wiser men strolled in their youthful exuberance Take a share in our heritage  And grow from a seed planted with the experience
I remember a story about a man who's raised by a shewolf who swore that he'll never hurt his mother, he didn't trained by the wildest beast in his homeland Claws against claws Fangs over fangs
  There are times When speaking out is important. There are times When being heard can change the world. There are times When being different means everything.  
We the people We the people divided We the people alienated We the varied We the broken.   We who break each other down and hide behind the pieces. We who have bled,
every year for as long as i can remember my mom has tried to grow a rose bush. key word tried.
Streets of gold Buildings made with pearls Oh what a wonderful country thy are! Thy has fed me the sweetest of berries  Thy has maintained my hands purified Thy has shown me the variety of colors around me
I love sleep. From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever. No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be, Nor how terrifying the chases are,
America who claims to be the one to set you free will only lock you up in invisible chains. These are chains that no one can see except the ones who go through misery. With the chains it comes with hate that will burn through your skull.
She is a land mass like no other, She is the Nation of Power, She embraced this misfit foreigner, Like a caring Mother She molded me...  molded me to pursue The American Dream.
  ************A Ryan E Mot-Hag Poem********************************* *Inverted Ambiguïté (Rouge, Hyacinthum, et Blanc) di America*  See there?  
There was once a dream That sought to grow in the minds of evey human being as a lilly flourishes in the spring but we are neglecting that lilly  and to me it seems awfully silly 
He arises from what could potentially be his muddy grave, knowing it has already consumed many greater than he.  He asks himself what he has done to be spared from the bombs bursting in air. Luck, supposedly?
The Canvas By Amanda P A blank canvas sits upon an easel No color, no words, no expectations
I am part of a lost generation. And I refuse to believe that I can rebuild the world. I realzed this may be a shock but " Determination is deep within" Is a lie, and "Fame  will make me shine"
Dreams built on backs of hope Cascading the minds of youth.    Openness blocked by boundaries of the mind and soul; And of the pocket of one newly born.    A flag hangs with no wind. 
Fought so long and hard that I've forgotten who I am, Breathed the dust of angels and choked on the sand, Wrestled with the devil and bled scarlet, heavy red, On the other side of Paradise, where I lay almost dead.
I walk around my little suburban town with hope tucked away in my heart. But this hope is tested by the deconstruction of Art Galleries for Valeros.
As we silently sat and waited for you to arrive, Decades passed with your resistance. We all eagerly listened and wondered if you were alive,
America Home of free and brave Everyone 'loves' America But why are we so divided?   If America is beautiful, why do we pollute? If America is great, why do we hate?
I rest in darkness and despairYet dawn cuts through blackHope floods in, answer to prayerAll systems go: we seem on track
People talk how great we are But do our actions live up to par? We preach freedom But just how true is our kingdom    We have the reputation of being the best  Standing out from the rest of the crowd
Make America Great Again? Sorry, I don't believe the vision. America has potential to improve. Trying to be great again means we were great once. When was that? What exactly are we striving to when you say "Let's Make America Great AGAIN".
The ocean and world powers, Two very distinct yet powerful elements dwelling in the planet Where their limit and potential are endless leading humanity
The ocean and world powers, Two very distinct yet powerful elements dwelling in the planet Where their limit and potential are endless leading humanity
America= my guitar out of tune issues with instrument and player pegs are nubs strings are worn down & tired from hearing all this jargon the player when he creates music, it comes out dead or
We are living in the index of a history book yet to come.  
War
Death is my only friend Silence is a means to an end Down the river we flow Target tattooed on my back The lions ready to attack There is no where else to go I've got nothing but scars
never ever will i write a poem that i need to put away and get out later i like the flow of the sink and the faucet of my thoughts that at the granite of my pencil, the faucet can churn a powerful stream of water
Mother She protects houses nourishes All forms of life Yet we do not do the same We kill We torture We laugh at others pain
I know about love I've seen its cold slobbering nose pressed against the window Waiting for me to come home I know about love I've felt it's warm soft tongue Erasing the tears From my cheeks
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } Like the dying dwindling fire The embers rekindle Life As the dog left All alone Still protects his bone   Like the burnt out Mother
The woman on the left Lives like Proverbs' thirty-one. She bakes her bread each day With the rising of the sun. She knows what her tasks are, And how to get them done. She never is too serious,
Slipping fast on a winding road All your years of experience driving All the years of our country thriving Fall fast away When a patch of ice is hit When all you have is a stoney grip on a useless wheel
My back hurts it stings. I'm a miniscule part of my society, but everytime I see them fall I ache -- I seethe.
Decades of depression, in America We have been preyed upon, With the slashes of whips on Our backs, stripped Of our human and civil rights
My son is my best bud. He knows the song my heart plays.Knows my voice, my stregth in emotions.I'm his protection.His warm dry towel. His recognition.He's my inspiration. My light.
America— The wonder of the West. The country when, at its worst, is the best. America, everyone’s dream destination, Tell me, what is destined for our nation?   The American Dream has become a nightmare.
How could you do this? Destroy the bonds we built This land was our land
Breaking news! This is the story of the year, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see an indomitable empire torn at the seams Two armies facing off in a ballot box battle
It was a pleasure to see things blackened and change in the world the blood pounded in his head, his hands were playing all of the blazing and burning tatters and charcoal ruins of history.  
My nose becomes a leaky faucet whenever I eat soup. The bed must be remade each day because I sleep so wildly. My breasts are a treasure trove
We wove a tapestry together and I thought it was beautiful We were in the center and we were holding hands and all was good. It wasn’t until after you left that I realised that
They fear us because we're different We don't fit into their perfect colony Bees buzzing all around Swarming in every diection with an over whelming sound   We are many bu they are more
Oh, say, can you see What you believe, you may achieve By the dawn's early light Every morning, an opportunity What so proudly we hailed Together, a prideful nation At the twilights last gleaming?
Oh, say, can you see What you believe, you may achieve By the dawn's early light Every morning, an opportunity What so proudly we hailed Together, a prideful nation At the twilights last gleaming?
Dear America, It’s taken me 17 years to compose this letter To figure out what to say Maybe that’s how long it takes to gain the courage To confront the face of one’s oppressor
America is, The land of the free… But not for me at least. Yeah, I know it can be really great. No I'm not trying to instigate, It's just…
The scene unfolds on a president prepares to send the country to a war they cannot win. The world becomes a wall and everything is either on One side or the other. Democrat or republican. Real or fake.
White Dove by Gabrielle Tigner 20 days after the New Year
So every person I am drawn to For an unwavering spirit  And a heart of gold Is taken or young or nonexistent And though many stars point to them They are unreachable for a Girl stuck on planet earth.
We are husbands, wives, daughters, brothers. We are workers, athletes, videogame enthusiasts, poets, painters. We are eaters, talkers, lovers, sleepers, dreamers.
America is a land of limitless alternatives. But plurality of lies is not progress. Congress won't dig for the answers in the ground. Doubtless or dubitable,
  This venom stung me so deep that all I see is a blurred vision, The random feel of a pain so strong that all I fear is getting burned. You painted the black canvas in a dessert filled with sorrow,
only one I think of some one distinctive to love every joy of anyone all added up to only one three times my heart beats with this intense emotion why must i only have it once with one
a smile and a kiss the kind face of pain The smile is genuine but it masks pain pain and hurt and conflict all masked the same   I hurt to see it it clouds his eyes
A rainbow needs all colors, Brilliant alone, but together they shine. Cowering behind our colors makes us gutless. Your attitude radiates red,
"How are you even here right now?" I got here by myself, my own merits and determination! "Yeah right! You Mexicans are what's wrong with this nation!"
"O say can you see by the dawn's early light" A hero in blue, who's reached the end of his fight, He lies on the ground, his badge a bloody sight,
Shadows are following me home yet, I feel so alone I seek for attentionbut no one sees me I wonder if there are more peoplelike me
Dear America, I stand at the center of your porch ready to knock When you tell me to climb through the doggy door, Knowing my entire body will not fit within its size.
today is the day , you cant say there is no way you are in the game play, dont talk about tomorrow , when today you not made it flow,  
Sometimes she gazes at the world outside her glass cage and reminisces on how insignificant she is  in a world that can only neglect and belittle  
Everyday, I campaign in support  For a good heart, sometimes I win And the others seem not to exist. You don't have to know everything  I want to tell you, but just know Happiness. If the others do come, I give
I am the cave you always see.I am the cave you leave be.When you look at meyou notice danger all around me.An that's all you ever will see Don't get me wrong; I'm not trying to be mean.I just want you to see how much looks deceive.If you took a ch
I am like a raindrop full of pain.Falling out of the skybecause my life was just a lie.Spinning to the groundwithout making a sound.I knew my life would never last.So now I think of my pastas life around me goes flying past.In my eyes goes memorie
Amazing to grace! Happy! Very Intersting! I feel down!   Not a very good feeling I should speak. But i don't want to toy with it Nor do I want to break it!  
Knight Hawk grunts as he struggle walks The memories flooding him always The recent past like a nightmare  A never-ending cycle of despair drifting The blood he still feels on his skin seeping
Know Yourself. This life is not so easy, give time a tog to settle down for a reason. Realize it is inevitable to swerve out of place, like your first steps made, hardly to keep in pace.
We are all renters here Living in borrowed space Here and there, far and near For the entire human race
WE are clay clay carved by our beliefes  our surroundings the hills we climb the refusal to crack the things this year that carved my clay  that hacked away My grandpas last day
Underneath the surface Tucked just out of sight There is a dark and dirty place A place of endless night The sun has never risen The moon hides as well Just pay the toll Sell your soul
As days turned to years And faces grew lined  Time grew scarce And harder to find And somewhere between the tick And the tock The face of our God became The face of our clock
I’m from sunlight shining, Birds singing in early afternoon. The fortress beneath sheltering pine trees, Narrow paths I’ve walked a thousand times.  
Bored of being spoon-fed— Despair. I was wasting my youth, And I was aware. Gloomy, gloomy, gloomy, Couldn’t inhale the delight in the air.   Above in the clouds, I touched life again<
I am a wandering rock. Born from a world of fire, graced by beams of bright light, warmed in costal sands, discarded by a mountain,
I am told to enjoy this last year, And to remember every moment Because there would be many I would hold dear. But I became my own opponent.
hey say thats theres an infinite amount of parallel universes created by split second decisions.  this past year ive been thinking up as many as i can
The waves, vicious and mighty and blue, crashed like a storm But that was in the middle of the sea For by the sand's edges they formed a light drizzle, two old friends meeting up for coffee   Just small talk
IT WAS DECLAREDIn a time long archaic,Its dates scribbled over with the imprints of sand and eons,That a child was given light. On that day, IT WAS DECLARED That the child had the following rights and duties:1.
January is worrysome February is tiring March is depression April is abuse May is leaving June is smiling July is laughing August is awesome September is growing October is love
Perfume wore brave faces damp with worry. During familiar hugs she cried. Years of cologne waved
With college approaching My sanity needs coaxing Musing my future- A dry, beguiled form of humor   Waiting. Debating. Suffocating.   It's the epitome of a plight They say is only finite
A year is the blink of an eye That sheds a tear, That makes things clear. A lot can change, And stay the same.   As the eye opens And sees the light What once was a blur
Times have changed and I’m aboard the timeless train. The clock goes tick tock and I watch dimensions pass me by ...In attempt to hold onto past circumstances,
My future awaits atop this wall, With slithering serpents and the highest of falls. I look to see; it’s a thousand feet high, And all I could say is “I’m going to die.”
Roll her up in the sheets of the night before. Light her up, watch her dance round your lips. She can’t be good to me, they say. Then why so sweet to my lungs?
Her
The night is growing on meAnd the deprivation of sleep overwhelms meMy confusion is worseningThe sorrow is returningAnd my smile is fadingI've lost hope
hardships, ups and downs, you can't let them see you frown. can't groan and complain because it'll cause momma a big 'ole strain. romanticizing illness and unfavorable demise, who thought this up ?
Gentle little thingFragile as can beThe smallest bird you will ever seeThe bird is molting Oh how can it beThe green little feathers Lay on the ground all scattered aroundShe could have lived longerAnd with me Gentle little thing Fighting I pleedT
Two eyes staring back as IRoutinely do as I'm told.Persuasion I have none, ButMy influence will becomeMore evident as you get old. I am worshiped more than God,Looked at more than passing time.I can see your true colors When we are together, butI
I consistently identified comfort and company only with Solitude amongst the ashen and crimson stone walls of my home.   Years I spent, a myriad of mornings marveling
I anticipate one day, Someone might understand. That wishes I made, Would be your's to take.   The more I think, the more I care.
I was not the only flame beating I had another which gave me warmth We grew from each other yet became distant I grew faint and dim, I couldn't keep living like this The other vanished frommy life and I felt cold
Last Year, I was Drowning   Collegiate stress, Financial worry, Severe depression
To break free A suffocating bubble of pretense and fakeness I stepped away from friends who were foes, not an ounce of care they gave from my sudden apathy towards their happiness.
One year later I am no longer in the wings of her nest. I have learned how to fly, and currently on my own doing my best. Last year I was being fed worms underneath her beak, But now having to hunt for what I have to eat.
The Broken Hinged Door By Zoe Pierson   It’s seen the good, the battered, the blessings, and scorn.  The late nights of sneaking out, the arrivals of long gone people, the past, the present, 
There  once  was  a  little  bird Who    just    wanted    to    fly “Spread your wings and leap,” The   other   birds   told    her,
A Year is the Ocean  Each Day the next Wave  A Test, a Crest we must Breach  Every Moment we are Swimming   Highschool is a Challenge, a surge of Waves, an Assesment Its a towering Whitecap of a Trial 
                 
The chains weighed me down, binding me to the Earth, not allowing me to fly. My wings clipped, my voice muted, and my song gone; my spirit broken. He, all the while, prolonged my pain saying he did it out of love, then left taking to the skies.
When an older boy approaches a young soul His intentions aren't always pure  His inviting charm doesn't always mean he has a kind heart   This is one of many life lessons I learned in the span of a year  
Divorce is no friend of man. Divorce is a monster that engorges homes and never finishes it never leaves no matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead.  it will never leave.
I used to have this car People thought it was a sweet ride, But there was a flip side They didn’t realize the controls were all behind me The pedals, the radio, the side mirrors See, I had a backseat driver
No one ever stays the same And I’m no exception; Constantly growing, Changing, living, breathing.   Every year a little older, wiser No longer a child, Maturity has bloomed from a
Sheltered I have lived Eyes opened and guilt revealed Children empty sans home   A place I traveled Three thousand miles from my home To true poverty   Forever grateful 
ain't I suppose to be special?I'm too "alpha male" to be a ladyAnd not man enough to blackSo, is this what a contradiction looks like?but ain't I supposed to be specialain't I a woman
She lies, And she does it so easily, She hides, And she does it so sneakily, She rips apart hearts,
Bubbles are dangerous- now, let me explain. Not the nostalgic solution, Innocence and iridescence Cherished in childhood Loved by young and old alike.   No- these bubbles divide Leaving behind
Shrouded in fear and anxiety she walks through life hoping to be unnoticed. Head down....walking without feeling....not to be heard. Hoping that someday, somehow, she'll be... okay. Not happy, but okay. 3...2...1
Tides of Change Drifting Shifting Divided our peoples Like seagulls Flying in the wind The lighthouse of hope Flickering and fading As sorrow seeps Into the masses
Like a shadow in the sun,  I followed. I conformed to what others told me I should be. Following the social norm, I was content with fitting in. I could be easily swayed one way or the other;
Each breath brings about A life enslaved in shadows Long days of one And time in scattered pieces   Afternoons hunched over
    Today, it finally hit me; that moment of realization. I remember the days in my life that were so horrible and low. I remembered the moment, but not the feeling.
ACT I The thing that shaped my year?   Well…it was not a what,   or a when, or a where,   or even a why…   It was a who.   But who…was this who?
Snowflakes are one-of-a-kind, And so are humans, At least, That's what they tell us. But,  We have this imaginary scale That we all measure up to.   Sometimes,
As a little kid I dreamt of being an architect, my imagination built buildings of various shapes, sizes, and styles so stupendous some people might make it their phone screensaver and call it art, my eyes created cities so colorful and iconic that
Stabbed in the ear by ten different tounges That made me work for silver one. You are neglectful of my own neglect Now I am sitting tall, purched over the blind Calling me weak made me bench weights so I can bench you
The excessive beeping shot through my ears That of a cellphone Rather than the alarm that brought me tears The controlling boyfriend is what I feared   His voice shot through the phone
We have a father in the sky but on earth we are orphans, in lands where contraband and illusions are important. Not I though - my eyes glows with spiritual enlightenment,
Life is unpredictable but purposeful The pearl of the house was painful But at the illuminating sunshine, she became a gem I love her more now than then
I fell in love with his tragedy the way summer comes The retreat of the sun only breeding vulnerability coercing me, importuning me, to surmise my sole worth in this wretched world was to be enough for him
A troubled soul mine has been, For the past year much has conflicted within, I was left wandering in a foreign land, My steady life shattered and shifted into one unplanned,
Life is a bitch. It is either a bitch to you, Or it is your bitch. This year it was my bitch.
Days in, days out, Drifting on.Yesterday becoming todayToday becoming tomorrowAll waiting
Life revolves around it. It controls with its icy gaze; Or perhaps, with its summer haze. It comes at once, one single hit.  
How can a place so cold put on such a warm face? Gemini’s would even be surprised by the two-facedness. When will we come together as one and free ourselves from the races?
This year was like running in the country. Running up the tallest hill Just to trip and fall on the way down Laying in the dirt wanting to give up You get up anyways, walking home just to come back the next day
"She is not the one". Words, like swords cut people deep. Her love died, bleeding.
a tree swaying  in the wind above my head Learning  Maori  Hakas in New Zealand on the  mountainsides with newly made kiwi friends building upon prior knowledge
Love is a Rose red wildfire, which many people yearn. But, can leave you severely burned.   Perseverance is a artic blue iceberg
My priorities, now; have changed and stopped. Eventually change is inevitable. Textbooks and teachers control my life. Answering correctly, has become a blight.
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak My eyes will open And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
The two of you stand there awaiting the results. Palms sweating  And legs trembling As you hear a name that doesn't resemble your own. You smile and clap while you are slightly disappointed.
She began as a bud,  Burning in the hot sun,  Crying silent tears as everyone bloomed around her.  But then she began to think,  No more tears.  And she straightened her stem,  Stretching toward the sun.  She drank of nutrients,  Feeding on the go
A year ago,  I had no idea that I was gay I couldn't be I liked a boy named Sam in second grade My first kiss was a boy who I was convinced I was in love with
Dear me a year ago... I would like to imagine to myself as though I were a boy trapped in his own mind that somehow this letter would greet you with a remeniscent face, but I know such a thing won't happen.
Palm trees are the epitome of peace Sights like these create a life worth living In preparation for our God’s decease Palm trees are like gifts that keep on giving  
Handwritten They ask me my opinion I raise my hand but regret my decision I sit there and replay the question but instead I pick up my pencil and write my recollection  
When you speak, your voice is a sigh Everything you say sounds like a ghost And when you take a breath I can hear you wondering how you died and if this is heaven
I'm tired.Tired of speaking self deprecatingly. Tired of telling other people that they are lovely.I want-No.
January of last year I thought the idea of loving myself was inconceivable. I was in a black hole, consumed by the hatred I brought upon myself.
Twenty. It’s not a hard burden to bear. But bent steel is never the same. Be it from six years ago or six days ago, bent steel is never the same. The fear from the robber’s machete…
You pay the bills Relieve me when I have the chills I appreciate everything you do, Without you, I wouldn’t being wearing at least one shoe.  
When you strike first, you know you can take the lead. When I look at you with blank eyes, I know you’re bound to win. When you strike again, you know you’re bound to be the winner.
I’ve never had stitches.Though my efforts to scratch my itching bones
Then Darkness, uncertainty Unmaskable pain that pumped from my heart and through my veins; a throbbing reminder of my grief with every heart beat
A frozen heart I had, until you shined a light towards my reach On the day of eclipse, a motionless heart was harden The warmth of your breath, waves through my frozen beach
Tuesday, August 19 2015 I see the walls falling down Fire and tests for which we'll be bound Losing our life over one another Forgetting that we have a heavenly father
There are many ways you can see things, for me is through my eyes or through my heart. In the end you dicied the way you want to see this poem, through your eyes or through your heart.
There are many ways you can see things, for me is through my eyes or through my heart. In the end you dicied the way you want to see this poem, through your eyes or through your heart.
How strange it is When a bright soul goes dark A fire put out by the hose of insecurity and depression Facing this world While feeling alone But is there beauty in the struggle?
From the heavenly gates appears the ice crystal, Journeying as if but a delicate angel. The jewel appears from the clamorous clouds,
J Cole had the right idea i mean she had a vibe i was digging it Whole situation started off innocent But little did i know i was sucked in Going down into a vortex
I'm like a bird who tries to soar, but can't be able to fly anymore.  Fighter of this clan who needs to make a stand. I struggle to break free, with a world of possibilities to admire from up close.
Light of my lamp Shines too bright Waiting for darkness Waiting for night I wait in the morning I wait in the day The wait seems forever From October to May I love the stars in darkness
Holding onto A storm is impossible When lightning stings, Drops falls, Clouds roll, And it hurts to hold on To the rain storm.  
Knocked down You told me I wasn’t popular enough, That I wasn’t cool. You told me I was worthless, Because I wasn’t like you.   Knocked down
The Amerikkkan flag with its colors so vibrant Red for the billions of victims they silenced Blue as the oceans we crosed And as white as the policemen's skin responsible for the people I lost
Look me in my eyes Do you see the pain? The pain I hide  Look at my smile Do you see the pain? The pain that I hide Im guessing you don't Because I am the clown of the circus
It was slow and calm Then it was fast and crazy Now I long for end
John 14:14 here;Got no reason to fear;Because if my God is near;Then we always have a reason to cheer.Mr. Smiff irritatin’, his spirit fadedHis lyrics jaded, his fear is makeshift,
From seeing the world in black and white to seeing it in colors. I've become a scholar. Everyday being stage fright times ten, but all I had to do was find my zen.
Oh, dear girl How you will grow up into a strong woman Who doesn’t know the definition of the word “fake” You grew a bit too fast
In the dark I was lost. In the dark who was I? Hollow like an open shell. Needy for a soul to cling to. Then you whispered softly, "I am who you seek." Hands stretched wide you craddled me.
Rollin is a Genre That I Crafted, Since I started out as a singer in Church, then turn rapper, then singing-rapper, then realized that I wasn't a Rapper but could be Classified as One, in reality I AM a Psalmist,Zamar, Choruses, the originality of
I don't know why you're so upset Do you need some attention? Maybe you want some affection because your mind is conficted with thoughts that can go on for distance. I don't know why you don't think you're beautiful
I once thought, being asleep was a nice thing. I could dream, stay afloat in a world of my own, my eyes and ears closed
As children, the world seemed so endless.  Envious of its depth we ran to see it all- our oversized hearts didn’t know how to fall, so we took leap after leap of faith. We raced,
Yeah… the story begins inside of a black hole. The exit is clear but you can’t seem let go. You feel rooted down to the bottom of the pit, There’s nothing here, so why haven’t you let go?
  Road trips and family vacation made me nervous.   It gave me anxiety to be far away from my home.   I used to hate leaving and swore that I wasn't going far.  
I used to be free However, now I do see The chains bound to me
According to the Food and Drug Administration, caffeine is a highly addictive substance You may not see it that way because its effects lurk in our coffee cups
The dove gliding across the red sea of mornings light Landing in a forest of pine and oak The trees sprouting skyward from left to right
My life is an unfinished book I blow in the wind unstable  I have tear stains on the pages  Some of my edges are ripped and torn My end is yet to be written  Some of the words are smudged 
Whoever said image is everything wasnt mistaken. Regardless how you call the shots run the shows  What ever the case you jus gotta stay focused, Coz no one is gonna do it for you.
Sixteen years of Age Life is flying Page by page. Each month a new Chapter, each day a new Page. Each page brings   A new sting To my arm; It's covered in
What matters most is getting comfortable in my own skin.
Denying my strong suits every aspiration strong enough to motivate two young arms and a heart clutching for success In a world so full of pressure all fallen on my chest. Each lungful of desperation
There is something to be said About the color Orange. He is our president now, and As realization sets in, we begin to Dread. But dread will get us nowhere, and
A new year meant a new start. The beginning was a blast,  and when that clock struck midnight everything was in the past.   When spring came around,  things began to change.
From here I see a world, A place I can touch and feel, But at times I'm uncertain if it's real.   Apart from the people, Puppets with thoughts and dreams, I wonder if it's all that it seems.   
Can you picture this? Can you? The way the wind blows and makes the trees sway in a musical pattern. Can you hear the music?
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
Love is the essence of finding another, like no other One who does not complete you But accepts you completely. Love will accept shortcomings equal and all the same
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
Martain Luther King  once said that I had a dream  that we would all be together and free but that dream was burned alive  in front of our eyes when our only crime was surviving
Rainy Daze  
Clockwise. The time ticks away, Fast yet slow. Minutes ticking by, Second trudging along. Time moves clockwise, It seems. You slip into old mistakes As time continues to tick.
This year all typed out can be one word. catastrophic . It can be book title. Xavier Vs 2016. It can be a mission.
Tears streaming, I impart The pain in my heart As my mouth goes silent, My mind gets violent Heavy as lead Is the storm in my head
This time last year, I was love torn Love sick "Sick" isn't even strong enough- I was dying of consumption  And what was eating me was  Misguided affection Blind devotion to a boy 
He fell in love with the game 'Cause he was making that Dinero After that he's never been the same Now to him I'm an absolute zero The money kept coming And like a drug addict he wouldn't stop
He rests encaged his heart entangled as the Little Red Raven has done. The school children shout, they jeer, and laugh, as they say: Aye! It’s you who got pecked by the Little Red Raven  
From conception, we spend the next nine months wrapped in a cocoon of our mother's protection.   Our cells come together to form
The morning rises upon her ocean eyesShe's not ready to put on her disguiseRevolted by the sight of the lies day and nightdown the stairs her ecstatic runmeans nothing more than a painful shunShe reminds herself of the voices, choices she'll have
Padded locks lining the door frame, Keeping the monsters outside at bay. Attempting constantly to have monsters tamed,
Anyone who's been on a roller coaster can tell you, there are ups and downs and loops and twists. For the thrill-seekers, it's a rush but for the fearful, the worst part is knowing that
Toy Soldier. Silent line. Strength in numbers, not in mind.   Shallow thought, intelligence bought. Matter, no matter if silence is taught.   Tame the soul.
Lost in the forest an oak reaches for a star The sun smiles
Up am to pm Trying to figure out who I am Living life recklessly relentless The drugs got me tripping sipping Am to pm ran splash into the dam Damn can't think straight In a court room ready to debate
It’s common sense to understand that no one can be the same person they were a year ago, I mean, it is possible, but highly unlikely. But myself, I am basic.
Enveloped in a world of adventure, left to relinquish control and trust our own glorious instinct, leaving our monotonous lives behind to discover a literal path,  a path in which we can let our minds explore. 
I have fire in my mind Ice in my heart Light in my eyes Darkness in my soul My demons consumed me And spit me whole I found the truth In loss of control
Such ambitions flow like seas of oceans, Flourishing like Beebalm's temptation. Degrading the captor with held potions, Lathering it with constant damnation. It's slowly sufficationg its airways, 
Up there you sit and mock me,  And your rhythm, Oh it haunts me, You resound within my skull Like a rock against a hull While I lay in bed at night You remind me of your might And I swear I'll take no more Cause you shake me to the core So I'll ri
One can only hope for freedom
The art of music quite defines The social spectrum that’s divine. Our broken world has suffered pain That Eco friendlies can’t contain. Desire needs for others help But Humans wont prevail at all
How did this come to be? Like the bird that forgets to fly, I am grounded, without purpose. I shout below, why? To know again,
I still hear the children playing, They have their own homes now. I still hear the horses running, They have passed away now. I still hear the rain falling,
gentleness does not come easy to me.tendernessnever sprung spontaneouslyinto my wildfire soul.  
We’ve all felt that pain, It Never seems to go away And we’ll just hide In our suffering Cause no one cares We’re suffocating
You are my sunshine, My grandmother’s voice is hushed by the foam of the waves. Her fingers delicately reposition a ringlet of hazelnut behind my ear.
I was so scared Because I liked you, I didnt want to. I didnt want to get back on the rollercoaster that had put me so deep underground, but it happened. Now we're together
It has been a really long year. Hate nearly covered what was good Sadness covered everything I have one thing to say It is not the end, dear I have survived this torment And made my life wonderful
When I was a year younger, I did not know how to float. I sunk into a deep ocean of heavy sadness. I unknowingly drowned myself there. I changed. When I was a year younger, I did not know how to swim.
Sprinkled and clumped like coffee cake,  Tiny tufts of beige create the mix of soft and coarse against my skin That makes the carpet tickle My cold, bare feet.  In a corner, spread like constellations:
you say it's such pretty hair i am concealed from the person i want to be one day i must be myself it's a feeling i have deeply within me   hide every aspect of yourself
    I've got ice in my veins Fire in my heart My head begging for a reason   Fuck these thoughts The childish weakness breeding doubt like rabbits  
My thoughts look better on paper. I write fields of daisies, But I speak an endless desert. A hurricane comes from my pen, But my voice has never seen rain.
The Last Leaf of Winter I Am The Last Leaf of Winter, Still Clinging to My Branch; Though All Through The Autumn, The Wind Howled, You Haven’t a Chance.