Hardship
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No mustard bombs are droppedNo audible or silent shots are firedNo planes are necessarily blown or hiredNo flags are deliberately flown or flappedNo soldiers crossed the borders
The ground crackles like trees in the wind.
The trees in the wind sway like waves.
The waves in the ocean ricochet off the rocks,
Like my thoughts wearing away at my brain.
I trip into an endless empty.
The darkness’ welcoming hug gets a little tight,
Squeeze out my last breath.
Hear my battle cry
For the addict’s cries
Who will listen?
God witness these baby's being born
To rotten situations
See the dying breed of this nation
All addicts made to be forsaken
It begins as a small seed
Lodged in your ear
Blocking all sound
Soon, the roots spread
Little brown threads reach down into the canal
a flower,
the emblem of growth
known to blossom and flourish
has been trampled
she struggles to grow anew
all willpower flattened
I love to look back on the simple times. The simple wonders of life. The lack of fear, anxiety; the lack of responsibility. A total freedom to run around and smell the flowers, play in the trees and messy up my clothes.
When the heart is unaware
Of the hurting whimpers of despair
The nasty wails don't come out loud
But manage to get suppressed in a shroud
Each kid proudly sang and the whole courtyard was filled with high pitched voices and laughter. Little bodies of deep tan skin, about twenty of them. Michael, the leader of the classroom.
I see her, benching more than I weigh as sweat pours out of her pores
She says she wants to be strong
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem
about myself, and for the first time, I was left
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world
where everything was fine and dandy.
I lived with mommy and daddy,
and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.
Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
Enid Ibarra
Human: A Lesson
When I was fourteen, I pressed my hand against
A stranger’s chest and learned that a heart
Has four chambers and cannot feel
How could you?
Choose man over us
You took a piece of me that will often leave me in disgust.
How could you?
Love strangers more than your children
What is your excuse for choosing man over us?
It is raining
The lightning lashes
The thunder roars
I am running towards a lone figure
collapsed upon the ground
It is raining
Dear Casey,
You said you loved me
And I left you
Because I couldn't do it.
I couldn't do it...
You're 24 with a kid,
You smoke weed,
I met you online,
Dear Betrayer,
Sometimes I sit around and think
About how everyone has a focus
One day I could just fly away
And my loved ones wouldn’t even notice
Or maybe they would start to see
I cry in the middle of the night when you're sleepMy face wet with lonely, misunderstood, broken tearsAlthough you don't get the one you fell in love withyou don't get me deep insideI do express myself thoroughly you just don't understand my expre
These mist-covered
Mountains
Have dragged us
Into harm
But not even this
Fog can
Separate us
Brothers in Arms
These sun-baked
Sand dunes
Have dragged us
I’m so close to the end.
I dread,
and dread,
and I agonizingly dreaded
to go to that school
all these years.
Once upon a time,
the beginning 'O' was never embroidered with gold,
life was void of materialistic tangents;
our modern albatrosses
But sufficied with compassion,
I was planted among thorns
Sharp and merciless, picking flesh from my body
I could not walk or scream or sing
So I stayed among the thorns
I’m finding it rather hard to live with Who I Am.
Especially when Who I Am can be so despicable.
Sometimes, she mentions things I don’t plan on thinking about.
Im driving down the road
An emerald meadow bathed in moonlight
The azure river did flow
That mid summer sunday midnight
A broken head and broken soul
Struggling to make sense.
The past two months took a tole
I feel my body on defense.
As I look to the ones close,
They don't know how to help.
My mom thinks she knows
Struggle,
we struggle each and every day
we get upset
angry
even cry in our very own bed
Struggle is like being a mighty lion
with nothing to eat
You are so worthy
so capable
Chiseled by high school seniority,
A separation, a lost child.
The flood in my eyes dried in my Sahara heart.
Missing her is like cancelled plans, that I see the pictures of everywhere I look.
I feel ocean air when I'm landlocked,
Passed through every obstacle and roadblock,
There's dirt under my shoes, but it sure feels like sand,
I've taken the scenic route, but I'm just where I planned,
I know what it’s like to fall in love and this is not it
i used to have foggy glassesand titchy skin that wrinkled in all the right spotsand a burdensome nose and a wacky smile cocked to the side with thin lips
The house, dark--locked doors
behind which secrets floated.
My emotions were like poison
to me and all others.
Weak, debased,
I turned to a place
where no one judged;
See the thing about God is...
People
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
People
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
I was one year oldCould barely see my toesthrough the fat thighs
I was barely three years oldCouldn't even see myselfthrough the mirror above the sink.
One thing that was said is that I was wrong
Not understanding why this came about
Haven’t heard something like this in so long
Saying all these things they wanted all out
Words, so many words but
They can never express
fully the feelings
that swell inside
threatening to spill out onto
the sidewalk
who's cement tries to be
strong but
Humans are incredible creatures.
Plagued by chronic hardships,
It would be effortless to allow our demeanors to become
Calloused and rough, like the
Texture of weary hands that have worked tirelessly.
Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
I became the shelter, a safe haven, a building of four cement walls and a celling.
Study enough to survive the storms, and the battles outside of my doors.
Gaze into the lens of my life what do you see?
You see a young boy who has been emotionally tortured
by those who were supposed to love him.
Gaze into the lens of my life what do you see?
Atop a tree sits a lonely little guy.
If only, if only he cries
To his only true friend, the dull gray sky.
Life and its troubles are changing
with each passing day
the world’s Pain is severe and unending
and can lead the strongest-willed astray
But a bigger part of the soul,
Why do I bother writing my problems down. Only a select few I choose get to read them. I mean I'm depressed a lot more lately and no one knows. I know only 3 people who know why I hurt, because they're involved.
What curtain? Where?
Do you mean my shower curtain,
Torn from the wall ages ago? Oops!
Continue on Your Journey
This journey is indeed hard,
There are days when the tears rush down my face
And people ask me: Will you cry me a river ?
The whispers chirped all through the air,
The trotting deer, the hopping hare.
They moved with swiftness that was so divine,
But then nature settled into one dismal line.
I'm looking in on a life that's not mine
Its not even a nine
You got me jealous
Acting all over zealous
You're far from perfect as can be seen by your life
Show me how to forget
But to not let these memories fade into my mind
Blurring the lines
Until it all just turns into one big lump
Stuck in my throat as I try and fail
Everyday is a living day
As i see people come and go by
For some people is tragedy
For some others is heaven
Twenty-two seven,
Wandering in the streets
Writing my life on these sheets
Ten, a tender age where it all begin
my mother was struggling
we had no food, no power
We were waiting for the world to end
Nine back to back drug deals
after my uncle came
and introduced me
Walking through life with no blinders on
no tunnel vision
trying to reach my goal but this world is is cold and such division
much derision
caught in the valley of decisions
Not all scars show, and not all wounds heal
Sometimes you can't see the pain that others feel
Not all lies are false and not all truths are real
Sometimes lies are necessary to help you deal
one, moment that changed our lives.
as you told me the news
Holding my hand
Two seconds for it to sink in
I let the tears fall
three days before you left
walking away from us leaving
Being smacked down
Before being allowed to get back up again
Taught me something very valuable about love:
it isn’t always a cliché
I saw,
I saw only black in my future.
I felt,
I felt my purpose disappear.
I heard,
I heard my father cry.
Cry in the way where no son should hear.
I see,
I see my mothers eyes,
I once saw a child whose eyes were wild
Hyper little thing with dreams and hopes in the mind
Running, running, jumping, playing, smiling
Her world had talking stuffed toys, adventures filled with imagination
Seventeen
Im done
Im sick and tired
Of your shun
Its icy
Blizzardly
My price
Is misery
I suffice.
Im sick
Im done.
Youre not the only one.
My head, it hurts
The reflection I see is not me.
the person I want to be, is someone that I can't be.
the things I say and do are different then what I want.
I'm a person, who is lost.
can someone find me?
The reflection I see is not me.
the person I want to be, is someone that I can't be.
the things I say and do are different then what I want.
I'm a person, who is lost.
can someone find me?
Love or lust the line wears thin
It slinks and curves its way beyond its medium
Freedom! yells those tied by this thick bramble of vine like string
Til lust and love becomes one
Walking on a thin line
Passing the warning sign
Where did I go wrong
On this road so long?
Walking down this cold road
With a tired and lonely soul
Oh, when did it come to this
Clean, innocent
Unaffected by time
Full of laughter, dreams
imagination, and life
Antebellum...
But no, no it's ending
Erasing that clean beginning
First there was silence
Footsteps near my room
Soft whispers through the walls
Slowly the door opened
The coldness grasped my arms
It took me to that place
Once upon a time, I lost myself. I lost the sun.
I lost the colors, the world, my smile. I lost the moon.
I lost the stars, the light, my laughter. I lost the sky.
I lost the clouds, the blue, my being. I lost my breath.
Hiding behind my books,
slumped over my desk
Head down in defeat,
as I stumble over each word
Once a man that had to fight,
Spent all his life at a decent height,
He used his size to scare people away,
While his grandma had loved him every day,
Yo dad
You remember signing my birth certificate?
I bet you were so glad
What about when I first got my ears pierced
You remember right
You were there when I shed those tears
Education will cure the cause of hate.
Everyone should try to inform the rest.
We can try to erase ignorance from the worlds full slate.
Then we can really address the real cause of this mess.
In childhood I learned, as the books I loved would say, that if you're pretty and it's earned, someone will take you far away.
Can a love be forever binding?
To return when others cripple
As thought of extraneous suitors sour.
Relic of the time that has tick tocked,
Souvenir of the heart's gift shop,
The way you make me
suffer is so sweet.
It makes me feel alive,
reminds me that I can still care
sometimes.
Wreckage and pain,
but none of us are to blame.
A beautiful face
A tormented past
An undeniable mystery to the audience of my life.
I show,
You see
Miles to, hundreds from
Where my hearts pulled
Where the sun drowns
Where the wind doesn't blow,
We sit in silent war.
The cry's cold cut on the brink of hysteria
My heart was once so open
So innocent and free
I shared it with the world
For the world enamored me
Take the time to listen,
Take the time to know,
Take the time to hold on,
To that which is truly good.
Kindness, integrity and respect
With the heart of shear compassion and determination
Giving up will never be an option
But failing will not be shameful
Crack! Pop! Fizz! Yet another beer down.
The anger boils up,
While the true you is left to drown.
The spiral continues, you’ve lost all control.
Just one more cup,
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime.
How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
It’s hard to miss something you never really had, But that’s all part of not having a dad Don’t get me wrong, I wish he were here, But like always he’s no where near. He’d be angry to know I’ve lost all respect,
I'm a statistic because of my family.I'm the derivative of a broken home.A shattered background of instability and hardship defines me.The remnants of my childhood are just bits and pieces
At times life is golden. Made of sweet honey, a sunny afternoon, a smile, warm hugs, the perfect lemonade. When time floats, and the clouds sail serenely across the sky. Those are the highlights of life. The memories.
The body and the earth shakes
All the while the waves quake
With untangible thoughts of a body
So the sand breaks
Into grains in the mind
Stringed noodles of a hallowed concubine
We live in a world where there’s so much hardship, pain, and suffering
We live in a world where there’s you and me but there’s hardly ever we
And when there is it’s because we’re fighting against an enemy
I was looking to hit the big time Heading to Charlotte to make some cash Driving around in my Dodge Colt Vista, looking for work wherever I could find it A college graduate left completely broke and seemingly broken within Twenty minutes to 1 A.M.
A ticket and a dream was all that she could see,
An orphan, and hope for all that could be.
Not even a hop, skip, and a jump away.
To arrive on a plan was more than they could ask for,
I look out at my face in the mirror pasted to the bathroom stallMy ears hear my heart break and as my knees begin to fallI realize nothing is left for me here but an oblivion of nothingness
I bite the hand that feeds,
And laugh as it recedes,
Disregard my dirty deeds,
And neglect all my needs,
For they are never met,
The simplest regret,
This I can bet,
In stone they’ve been set,
Peeling skin
Coats the walls
Of travesty
And love.
Chisel me away,
I beg you.
And don’t bother
Priming me again.
Pick away
My drywall ribs.
And leave me
Unfinished.
