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Bees are like kamikazes and Superman probably ain’t gonna save the day today oh well let the strange hang today I’ve been feeling kinda different lately might just blow my brains away some will say oh dang that’s a crazy mang and some w
sweet hooked up with sour and created apple cider vinegar mix in a little water and it's all fine. bitterness with sugar kissed it fizzes on my tastebuds and burns down my throat leaving me exhilerated
You, my dear, are a bomb You have reduced me to sheer atoms With the force of your eloquent words Stronger than any weapon that the hands of man have produced
Maybe I love her more. Then again maybe she loves me more. To her love is a test. I know I've missed my share of answers. I looked at the clock. Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down.
Words on a page like birds on a plane just a double standard no words can explain I tried to figure out what the birds tried to say Tweet, tweet, tweet, not a social media page
Her heart was there Her mind was absent She hit the gas and blasted that sweet old tune, the one we know. She blasted that old rock n' roll. Yeah she was runnin Runnin from what you ask?
Poetry has revealed to me that I am more than what others think I am more than the like of a pictureI am more than my hair with its wonderful kinks I write down my thoughts sometimesThose thoughts turn into poemsThese poems show facets of myself F
Poetry has revealed to me that I am more than what others think , I am more than the like of a picture, I am more than my hair with its wonderful kinks, I write down my thoughts sometimes, Those thoughts turn into poems, These poems show facets of
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.
Early morning light Casts down on a group of teens All writing haikus Orange and black flut- Tering then still upon a Green sunlit clover
Can't move. Cant talk. Inside this wooden box. Been here since the service day, And in here is where i'll stay.
Dear Graduates, We are born of the world. So introspective. So divine. Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles and daily routines,
The charcoaled coat lies dead on the ground, the child’s coat burned well They saved the dog, the fish, the cat, I suppose that’s at least swell
I can't see anything around me It feels like I'm moving through... molasses, Everything is blurry and smudged My movements are slow, My speech is slurred, I don't know where I am, Where am I?
The cold night air touches my skin And the wind graces me with kisses It moves towards my window and laughs and steals away my wishes
Soulful -she's beautyVibrating in her essenceEvolving within her spirit She is beaming from her light.
I don't Care. Who cares. Caring is causing wear and tear on my mental. Maybe I'm doing it wrong strong arming those around me into submission my only mission was to be I just wanna be successful
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks.Covering myself in the blanket of her caress.While here nothing is heavy.Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms
how do you write about silence? how do you write about sadness? was the silence broken by crying? was the sadness broken: did it vanish? how do you write about defiance? how do you write about fear?
take this cup away from me do not force me to believe the lies you feed me i can see them a mile away. like the greens on the plate of a child. they're avoided and taste awful when swallowed
There once was a little mouse Who never wanted to leave the house Until one day He scurried away And found life outside of the house
When I here Swiss Army Knife, the word strikes a cord with me bringing to mind a device for wilderness survival, a catch 22, a real man's man tool, the peak of human ingenuity
Tested is the silence that breaks the very air Cruel is the loving hand that hits hardest painful are the memories of past moments sorrowful are the paths travled by lonely lovers
the story of my life what kind of world do i want? i just have to let go I've just got this feeling but i have died everyday waiting for it
simply suffer in silence as solitude seeks me out my mind is full of violence but against these thoughts i shout falling deep in day dreams i find the pain there doesn't count your fine,
look at the sea look at the glimmering hope i saw there it was called Blue look at the tears they left a mark so deep you could fall into it. it was called Blue look at my pen,
I'm usually not one to break the ice. I'm the type to stare past you while thinking of everything we could do together. You may never know the thoughts that run through my mind. My body may be pure,
Ay yo azmatha fuckin matik brought to you to wreck havoc, allthrough out your planet, Cuntsavage, a pretty lavish, classic young man,
Wash away with sins and doubt what lost and fair to me. With swollen eyes and bitter tears you find it hard to see. But keep close my heart for feathered foes as angles are the worst.
Leotards and red licorice.
I can't help but to fall for you,I'd wait until the end of time to see if you are the one I've needed,For wanting someone means you could live without them,My world slows down when you're around,The screaming thoughts turn to silence when you say
<p> Potato,Potato,Po-tato/ Everyday, Every hour/ Licking Potatoes /In the shower /Potatoes are smexy /Potatoes are fine /You wanna lick potatoes?
To just visit you at homeis equivalent to nothing When you became the earthand grew within trees When your breath was the windstirring the leaves To look through those eyes
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
Moon shineSun shineweave through the linesthat divide and marginwhat we interpret as realityonly what is tangible and experienced but what of the invisible?
dear girl who lives in the flat faced house, thank you for letting me walk you home, you're a sweet person. dear boy who lives in the cul-de-sac, the boy who lives in the fourth house on the left, the boy by the basketball courts, and the boy who
i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, this is what is on my mind(and this is parts I wrote a week ago)and I'm sorry that I wrote this poem on the car ride back to my house instead of paying attention to the road It's a beautiful night and my best
She came into class and sat next to mewith sad eyesshe was trying to hideso the whole world couldn't seethe tears running down her face.It wasn't my placeto ask her what was wrong or if she was okay
Staring up at the midnight sky, hear the quiet passing by. We can't get those thoughts out of our head, so we keep them in until we are dead. Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
Lay me down on a bed of roses Where the fair winds of spring blow by The sky is yellow and the air is light On that second, the world was mine Then the thorns went right through me
Our youth is young and fleeting Burned on lined papers Galloping through heavy winds Like a spring leaf freshly flown Twisting and darkening On its way down We set fire to ourselves
Join me here, my love In the place where flowers grow Side by side, let us stand, my love And take one last final bow Where the grass grows green And the sky blooms blue
Right now, I can see it every time I open my eyes. Murder. Rape. Suicide. So used to the weight on our shoulders, we think nothing of these heavy boulders. And right now,
On an island all alone you say? Do you want me to decay? A companion is all I want, I didn't even as for a restaurant. Sad and alone is what you think I'll be?
I wish I was a tree. Jesus! I wish I was the sound the sea makes when no one is watching I wish I was the pigeon you saw in sitting on a telephone line when you were seven and thought it was a hawk. Oh my god!
This pen is perfect I really don't know why I love it so much It's purple and green, which is an odd combination I have no idea how the ink hasn't run out by now I've had it for two years
I say the words of nothing, locked inside my heart. Cents is not to be made, sense is not to be had I'm sorry if I have confused you, I confused myself first. I guess I'm saying that I don't care what you think
She recuperates, Deserts fly, Away cries the vast ceiling bat, Shatter my climbing dark vision, "Don't forget!" Says the graveman, I'm never always alone, Always alone,
Like unturned gardens, My familiar voyage pretends, Courage if you dare, She falls asleep, My life is in steps, And I blow through the seething cold, I am unto you,
My thoughts are sinful. I am sinful. Yes I believe in god. Does sin really have that much of a connection with god?
Every day Life deals us a hand
drop the pen that doesnt write kill the sun that doesnt shine eat the melted chocolate cone
Compromising ment Lips creating a soft dent For our love is sent. Message delivered Warm embrace makes me shiver But the cold feels good.
I am but merely a pawn on this chessboard of yours my King.
It's Summer. And you are everywhere. I see you
I'll use the kindness, I know, I might, have within Although beauty isn't skin deep, I can smell your bones rotting within How bitter, how cruel? Your deviouness is brewing inside of you
I am whoever they say I am It is unfair to let a person judge themselves. It is the world who shapes us without filters. We sit here studying books all on our shelves.
They say life is like a book of handwritte
Writing just to admire my handwriting is selfish So what? I don't really care. My friends say I should keep a diary, My thoughts? I don't have time to share.
I have no more strength. I must say, it's all gone.
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy, Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip, It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly, Its what Everyone like to eat. It could be round or squared, Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong. Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand seconds. They are beautiful because they are so fleeting in our minds.
Do you know? Do you really know? Do you ever really know? Who you are Or who your friend may be? On the outside maybe on the inside perhaps never hidden secrets... dark past...
Your upraised so high, and I am so low I upraise you so high, each and every day Each night I lower you down, like a show We complete this task, even in the gray
I collect playbills and rarely view them again. Materialism? Snow lands on my glove yet I feel the sensation on my fingers. Why? Good behavior is up to interpretation
Icy finger tips extended outward, should I? Should I take ahold of such gentle masculine palms drawn out towards me and bring them to my chest so heartedly?...but instead I look downward, afraid to meet your profound gaze
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
At 21 years of age it is easy for me to describe my failures
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation, but this information is on a need to know basis.
I DO THINGS FOR OTHER PEOPLE JUST TO MAKE THEM SMILE OR LAUGH BUT DEEP INSIDE I KNOW IM NOT HAPPY I PUT UP A FAKE SMILE ALMOST EVERYDAY MY FAKE SMILE MAKES ME FEEL WEAK AND WEAKER
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
The lost get found
*DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED* This is gonna be offensive Im makin this up now Freestylin like a badass Let's see what I say now.
Time. People. Dreams. Times change
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
The sun The earth
Dreams guid us...
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
They say money doesn't grow on trees, And I never argued For I have never seen Benjamin, Ulysses, Andrew, Alexander, Abraham, Nor George Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.
I took the wrong turn Lost on the way to words Now I'm running in a circle Can't seem to get off track 3rd lap, 4th lap, 5th lap Metaphors all recycled and reused and reduced My poetry's a plastic cup
THE REALITY OF THE WORLD by Kevinia P. Why is the World so harsh, and so cold?
Pacing, my current state is erased, new slate, new face, new plate, the old ways I negate, but oh how they linger, oh how they carry on, can one truly declare that their past has gone.
I woke up with the thought of you, When it asked me when you'll return, I smiled and said but were through, It said well tell him to make a u-turn, I told you he doesn't want anything to do with you,
How could he just break my heart and not give me a reason. Could it be the month? or maybe the season? How could he make me feel like I’m trash?
When darkness takes over, Our nightmares come to life. Who's time will end next? A mere roll of the dice. Fate is a religion for those who hate chance. But be it random or precise,
Fella hella fine could thy conceive to be Mine? I’ll just wait here then. Potato, potato, How I love thee! Doth thee love me? So many things that we could be .
Rambling, brambling, Preambling and meandering The blush rises through sunrise Diamonds flow like UFO beams on Shining luminescent rabbits. Shush. Can you hear that?
Cognitively Not where I should be Feelin' crazy Not lookin' like me Mental pictures Leavin' me unsure Disturbing thoughts Have gotten me caught
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
Deletion. Every single one gone. The memories are fading away. No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought. Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
I'm the pe
We all yearn for happiness
They are the people, they are the crew, They are the ones who might scare you, They don't play no same games, That's why no one knows their names,
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink. Drank Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
the love between us
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
You do not have to shimmer to be gold Look at Frida Kahlo, in all of her glory People look at her, unibrow and all And she is well known and liked She didn't pluck, wax, or tweeze
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
A writer in math class Words on my paper, don’t know what they say.
Drowned by outgrown adulthood, haikus wither to dull-inked veins that curl and snap under pressure of another member laid to rest. Like bones, syllables line the ground, curling bending as
Though you see me as the one with personality so strong I feel as if I've misguided and told you wrong Aspirations and dreams have constantly filled my head And though I get weary I won't tap out until my last breath
This is a haiku;
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
It doesn't make sense, how someone so young, Would hate themselves so much And feel so unloved. We pay respect to the dead, But why not to the living? Why do we only care,
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you, You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares I'm your puppet darling Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
The smell of the wet earth after it rains. The sounds of voices singing a song that my hero wrote. The sight of street art on the passing trains. The taste of whiskey right before it burns my throat.
None can teach a heart how to love But some will learn how to love someone. When the right wind flies across, Always there will be buds which falls. " Oh that's mine" - one said
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
confident yet insecure
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
Social Media Facebook - Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
who knows who I am, it screams from within the monster about to unleash unknown by the world lost within, unable to come out It's tired of the dark it needs it needs to come out
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Patches of light in a vast darkness I call them thoughts. Flicker in, flicker out. Jump from one to the next Afraid of the emptiness between Where am I going?
We live in a world where society rules most of us We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer
Looks are deceiving
From the moment I saw you, I knew you were a heartbreaker.
It's 12:10am as i write this my darling insomnia fueling my abyss feeling cool and calm as music fills the air though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs Alls i get is deep stares Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge I received Rooted deep in earth I didn’t have to travel I am the inner cup Half full kind of tree I listen to remember Listen to the wind Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is the stark constrast of good and bad, right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin. What ever happened to gray? to shade, to shadow,
Are you staying true to the dream of the adolescent you?
The streets are empty. Life turns shallow this time of night. The stop lights continue to change, but there is no one around. The beauty of it remains, but the sadness takes shape.
I think about you every now and then You're not my friend No you're too akward, even to pretend I guess it's whatever So shy and sweet, until she crys and you're not there to sweep her off her feet.
What is life? Living in a country where freedom is the key Yet, being told what to do till you die Being expected to be perfect Being expected to become rich Yet, you get critizied by the color of you skin
Into the mist
turn up the volume
When the sun shines through the clouds and the world seems to glow.
Life is to be heard. It you don't take a chance, why are you living?
I just want someone who will be simply content by my side. Someone smart and funny. Who will be happy having me, flaws and all.
Black darkness. 1:34 a.m. Thinking of you: Good morning. I miss you. But then I remembger you have embarked on a journey that I am no longer part of. But still - Good morning.
Missed you today. It's been a while.
You live to be loved, but what is there to love when so many are wanting to survive and do not have the heart to stop and think - if they were to love, it'd be okay, It'd be okay.
I remember how much it hurt, I recall the betral, I can still feel the pain. The hurt of your smiles, smiling as if everything's the same. I saw it coming, I just never got around
They come and go, as they always do. Some linger longer than others. And yet others still are oblivious. But who can blame human nature? Stay detached.
Lost of air... that's the feeling. Loss of heart, and the loss of care. It's the loss of the part you used to hold, the loss of the feelings you thought you had shared, It was 'mutual'.
You fill my veins with poison, you drive my mind insane, It's you who leave me unwanted, my soul so filled with pain. I try to walk away, forget you, I try to never look backm
I didn't mean to fall in love, like how you didn't mean to say goodbye, Like how you didn't mean to find another, another perhaps better than I. I didn't mean to fall in love,
love love is a distinguished feeling a true feeling it can be imagined but better when experienced love is pure love is kind love is found in the deepest barriers love is unexpected love is bright
Time FreezesPupils Dilated
What is Love? Is it fair? When one loves someone, yet the other doesn't care. Is love a war? Is love a fight? Is love worth all those sleepless nights?
Can't you see words hurt? Does it make you feel better? When you say hateful things, Or put others down for your comfort. Others have feelings too, times where we want to be done.
You know the feeling... The one where you swear you could fly when you're around that one person yes that one of course....love it is painful yet we seem to go through that pain again and again why?
One job may change my life.
Subliminal messages being fed to our brains
My childhood wasn't always filled with innocence.
My heart races with every thought of you
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
When I was five I was asked Roberto, what do you want to be? What do you see your self being when you're older?
You never know what the future will bring you nor do you know who will be there when you wake, life is a game of risks and chances the real question is how do we handle the grasp of it
I don't wanna go no where I just want to stay right here feel the love is this room and only feel it with you se your smile so bright and the glow in your eyes I see my forever
When did she become more than just a breeze?
I asked you if you needed help and Luckily I came just in time. Next thing you know we were watching movies, cuddling, and talking it up after nine.
I find it impossible To tell the world you love somebody Until you truly know The color of their eyes And I don't mean The generic Birth certificate answer Her eyes are not blue
Bare Bone Catch the winds Sail the sky’s Numb the tides Ride the sounds
If I could,
My pen gliding against the paper Drawing out my words A voice thats unknown, A desire to be heard Music, art, writing, A mind full of words, A voice of meaning, And the hatred of lying
A religion based on the belief that god exists in writing, pouring your life onto paper to recieve enlightenment to a place so inviting.
To forget...To love...To heal Love cannot be earned nor learn I am thankful that you never left But it's time for you to go Smile just like the way you used to smile with me
I sit on a windowsill, cup in hand. The cup is attached to a four hundred mile-long string that if its path was traced would lead to your hands,
A three year old said "i love my mommy"A six year old said "i love my toys"But, what is love?A 1en year old said "i love my friends"A fifteen year old said "i love him"
Your love knotsare tied aroundmy heart
My dream is my job Where I get to travel and creat and invent Oh, no, no ,no, child They say No, you must get a job that makes money Singers make money And they do what I love
The insanity drives me gradually, Until I'm forced to wonder, What is the source of this? Could it truly be that, which I A small, naive girl Affectionatly call love? Can that which
One, Two, Three, Four, are you eager for it's shore? The pale face rises into night, soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine. we stand watch on the woods of our sailors
A sad girl Who's been heartbroken and left to soak in her own tears. Left to drown without any support in her own fears.
We come to You with all the right intentions, But the moment we set off they burn to pieces. And it's only now that I realize, Just how far I've fallen from You. In Your spotlight, I become convicted,
As I lay d
i look back and see the pain you brought me i must forgive you in order to move on. just another chapter in my life that beginning with a brighter start. we learn to forget only if we forgive.
you look at me with soft brown eyes
Love .... One of the craziest words in the dictionary.
Yelling at me 24/7, complaining when you don't have your way, calling me names when you feel like it, think you're the king on the throne, I wait until it's sucked in like helium.
I lay in the sun with lemonade, run till' im soaked inthe rain, dance with no rhythm, and I eat what pleases my taste buds. My friends said: "How does she do it?" I replied: "you'll never know untill"...
dewdrops of God's tears, don't you feel sad? wash away the mask on your face, and release the truth within. I said: I don't wan't to cry for my sins.
i was never as strong as Them She fought a long battle, where i could only last for a short time
can't you see her eyes? like a caramello down on gumdrop lane, I succumb to your sweet treats. Hair as icing on a birthday cake, guess I'm lucky. Body as full as a lucious apple,
Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders, swiftly as trees and as good as bees, you and me should be a team. Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots. Whether it's the arch of my back,
Ever thought of me tot? maybe if I bicker and tinker and be a stinker you'll tot on my thought you spotted pot. Dare ya to try and out smart my thought!
Used like a toy for laughs, abused till' the brain stews, left as an abandoned child. Why do this to me dear?
Art relates to me. Art is the creative skill and imagination presented to the world. Every stroke of paint an artist adds on a canvas, every stitch a designer puts in a piece of clothing
let me in. show me around your heart. let me in. ill mend every scar.
At First is was all smiles and Hi's Shy looks away Trying not to get caught looking anyway Confusion, fear of rejection I’ve never felt like this before, though So how do I know how I feel?
Life is unfair The adults all preach it But it takes so long for you to believe it You ride the waves Until the board breaks
How do you mend a heart? A heart that is black and blue.
It is horrible that I've developed you into Some sort of enemy that did me wrong. It is horrible that I've developed you into Some sort of monster that crushed me.
Look me in the eye and tell me we aren't the same,
Oh how I loved my Duke
Her freedom was the boundless sky
Pitter Patter little dropsfall upon such hard rockspitter patter little man does all that he himself canhe goes to work, he never swearshe never gets promoted only misses it by a few hairs
I hit you up on the phone. For once you're alone. Invite you to the parade, despite our world being gray. Have you wrapped around my finger, except I don't.
I am black and you are white.
Days like these
We walk the same path
What is the idea that started this all? The one that broke the glass?
The width of a smile is proportionate To the woman's disconsolate heart
I was taken at once You never knew what would come You let me float away Flying on your diamond tears You never knew I am not there I am not anywhere for you They took me at once
Unicorns and rainbows are all one might need,Jumping and laughing with uncontainable glee.Some could never imagine the wonder of these,Sitting in a meadow as happy as could be
Screw them. Screw them and their conformity I am beautiful I am beautiful despite the bump on my nose I am beautiful despite the acne on my temple
It falls and breaks Into a song of phoenix. A crumpled paper underfoot, Silver squids in the fleeing tree. Shoes on cats, one two three,
The ironic title of a Trichotillomaniac is one not filled with pride, More like anxiety Which is the quite ironic part considering the fact that That is all that the disorder is
Who cares, I don't I just want to go home. Who pays attention to this stuff anyway. Wait, it's what, no way. You what, can't be. Oh, well it's over.
I walked a mile to high school everyday. I sat for six hours. I learned about subjects that I didn't care about. When school was over I walked a mile home and spent my own time doing more work.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of H.I.P.H.O.P We will be those who carry insanity
I take some ranch and pour it on a chocolate chip cookie. I pick it up and took a bite. MMMMM! Taste super duper good. I took another bite and want to take
Deal me in Jack is counting, One, two, three. Leaning back, Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones. Tick Tock. Ring the bells.
I lay my head down and think of my day Memories of you are put on display I try to sleep but my heart is racing Thoughts of you keep my mind always pacing I'm dreaming of your arms around my waist
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree is automatically followed by that of apathy and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
I think of you everyday hoping that you are okay. Wondering if you think of me, if you even remember me. Standing here all alone, thinking alone. I think of that smile that made me smile,
How could you have possibly known that I was a ticking time bomb? Not even I knew it. The sadness, and brewing of mismixed chemicals in my brain had overstayed their welcome Came out in a form of tears and burns.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended? Im not allowed to say that in class? Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
A random assemblage of things eclectic.
What is the meaning of telling me I am beautiful, if all you see is the outside? People do not buy houses strictly because of what the outside entails.
How am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so Numb like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin Frantic
Addicted to organization through words, throughout your thoughts Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness" within your fears and your doubts Addicted to the words that bring you up
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble Beat so good I shake it My brain My thoughts Coincide With my withdrawals Especially if I have the withal Or the guts Or the truth Or the tenacity
It’s interesting to think about congruence.Two of the same down to the last detail.There is a novelty to this that is just out of my grasp.I fear I will always be slightly obtuse.Angles all wrong.
It's 1:41 am I am still awake The room is so lonely I can only shake Where are your two strong arms beautiful hands to hold mine Bring me into the safe, warm
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore. That dress you are wearing is so last season. You haven't post anything on Facebook yet. The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
Demon eyes looking into my darkest fears. Looking through to my anatomy. I may be scared, but I'm strong enough to fight. Demon eyes can't hurt me anymore.
The people who are reading this might be wondering why I write People don’t see me as a poet, But I still like to try. I’ve written quite a few silly poems at the amusement of my friends.
You are more than: a weight an age a name a race a gender or a stereotype You are you in a world of them You have a future You have a past
And I was just wondering if you saw it too The green bile behind all these smiles Coming up up up Starting up up up
A turn of a key, a lift of a hand; A motley assortment both bland and grand, so often concealed in black beneath black, revealed in the light of the widening crack.
Blank document, is the best way to describe my mind as this very moment. Disconnect this USB, full of confusing thoughts, to calm down this process i have going on
Hi you, Van this is. I love swimming, don’t you do. Also I love random stuff Like poem-ing while cooking Like screaming while tasting Cause it tastes so good Asian food, a healthy way.
You probably have many friends And don't want to be bothered By a friend of friends Who you may not know well. Well, if you want to see The finest side of me, Which warms like sunlights
It’s a nice hot summer day You’re going on a family trip That is two hundred miles away You don’t want you mom to flip So you chose to not say a word You thirst, but do you dare take a sip?
My faith is corrupt, it's nothing but doubt. Everything you promised became a lie; a way out. Dreams are for those who can believe no doubt. I can't say I'm one, belief was something I never could retrieve; a way out.
Everytime I go to tell you what's on my mind I lose control. I feel so much emotions in my heart, mind, body and soul. But for some reason I don't know how to let the truth unfold.
love me or hate me, I don’t care. When everyone left me hope was the only thing I had to spare. I always hear people sayin “life ain’t fair.” But that’s a blasphemous nightmare.
You don't where I come from You don't know what I've been through You don't know how many nights I Stayed up crying for you You just think this is a game But you're the one to realy blame