triumph
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I‘m holding the keys, I'm driving this car.
Played games, pushed me way too far.
I’m setting higher standards, and raising the bar.
New beginning for me, mind my business from afar.
Religion,
tradition
teach selflessness
while pschology,
common sense
celebrate the self.
And a lifetime is spent
teetering in the middle
trying for a happy medium
be gracious
Splish
Water laps over my hiking boots
As I ford my way upstream a
Wild highland river
The wind gusts with an exciting promise
Of grandeur just uphill.
Breath heavy
Heart light
War boils within;
Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons
Of memories rancid.
The tree of delight drips bare.
To You I exposed my heart,
Sublime seeds of offense,
When I was Younger, my mother always told me to stand up tall;
Everyday is a struggle but I fight through it all.
With my head held high, I’ll touch the sky;
When I was Younger, my mother always told me to stand up tall;
Everyday is a struggle but I fight through it all.
With my head held high, I’ll touch the sky;
To whom it concerns:
To everyone who has taunted and teased me:
For the color of my skin.
For the texture of my hair.
So after you’ve beaten me into my unpredicted death, you shower me with flowers and kisses. You apologize but it isn’t sincere. I’ve lived life just waiting to die at any minute. I trusted you and believed that you wouldn’t hurt me.
I am done with all these
Mind games
Little tricks
And frustrations
I am bringing it back to the
Closed barriers
Dear Younger Me, with eyes so bright
Dreaming of the future all day and all night
Your fantasies soaring like eagles across the blue
Your imagination skipping like pebbles do
If I could offer this for the days ahead
The powerful women
leap with joy over
the painted and indelible story
they killed quietly
with the eve of everything true.
In unconventional status,
they talk of
a paradise for triumph,
The walls around me are closing in
and I don’t know if I can get through
to get out in time.
The shards of glass
pierce into my skin,
but I am numb to that pain.
That’s not the problem.
I once could not breathe.
My skin use to hurt.
Darkness filled my mind.
But love surrounded me.
Love had always surrounded me.
But only right now
Right this second
Could I truly feel it.
As blood gushes out of my wound and spills onto streets that someone in mine or yours were slaves on,
I do not think about #BlackLivesMatter or #AllLivesMatter.
The shakes, the nerves, the trembles of absolute fear I feel in the tiny hands attached to me.
They control me. They make one motion that consumes my focus entirely.
I am drowning in a sea of my anxiety.
The curtains rise on the acts of my life,
And already there's confusion among the crowd.
Nobody's bullied me.
Nobody's pushed me,
Nobody's jeered,
Nobody's called me names,
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?
My whole life has been leading up to this class-this moment.
I am in AP Art.
I’ve made it.
I’m one of the strong ones, holding tight through the current
A year defined and caged by a measurement, and constrained by time, could never explain the revelations, or cover the cost of my silent frustrations.
As the sun slowly rises
And gently wakes me with the touch of its ray,
Life may be still
Sometimes even ill
There is darkness in every corridor
Creeping up to redeem the souls of the restless
However this feeling should not endure
So long ago
In the snow
The row of faces
The cheerful row
The stamping horses
My calvary
Brought the forces
To foe's fallacy
With judgement's reign
Our arrows aflame
There are few things I loathe more than writing poetry.
My words fall flat, and the thoughts inside of me
Are jumbled. Confused. My line of thinking
Is tangled, like fishing wire. The lure is sinking.
Faith?
Wht's that supposed to be?
Believing in the path she's on she thought
Even as all outside of me falls
It's maintaining my sight
Knowing what I believe I create in my life
Hope
A blazing fire within my soul
Motivating me further
Inspiring dreams
Creating purpose
Hope
Keeps my soul from withering
Like a flower denied rain
I am nourished as long as
I was happy.
Exuding confidence with each breath. To a fault, but my favorite fault.
And eternal fire in my mind, kindling the holy rush that was my ego.
I am strong
-er than I was before
Curled up, shaking, on the floor.
Panic attacks that would make me weak.
*in response to my n'th reading of The Book Thief by Mark Zusak*
It's 11am and 257 pages
The words have rinsed over my beaten and bruised soul
as the rain.
One stepand I felldown,down,into the dark.You promisd youwould save me,keep me afloat.But I remember thoselies well,as the tears floodeverything I know.
my spirits awakens from months of struggle that felt like eternity
i always knew in my heart that i got the job
never one time did i 2nd guess myself
there is a cliche to never put all your eggs in one shell
This last year
of highschool time,
the best friends i've met
in all my life line
On this graduation day
on this last cheer,
we will laugh and have fun
until the sun sets here
Four score and seven years ago
This blasted class began.
I have a dream that
One day the learning will end.
I dream of a different world,
One conceived in liberty--
Or at least freedom from homework!
A twinge in his gut
A shiver on his skin
Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end
A whole new kind of invisible, to see beyond today into tomorrow
Vision misting
I wish it could be over.
I wish it could be done.
I wish that I could leave you,
But this battle’s never won.
You frustrate me to pieces,
And drive me up the wall.
The dams have been broken
and the water wears me down.
Swirling and spiraling,
lost in the sound,
I grab and grasp
for a fortunate foothold.
For the one I found,
I am forever grateful.
And after the storm
We will rest in long moments suspended.
We will walk with grounded steps
On familiar land,
And trust our feet to lead us home.
We will dress ourselves
On January 13, 2012, it is the premature end of MY world as I know it.
I’ve been trapped on this sinking ship for seven hours,
But I’ll you my story about purgatory in a minute--
Mother Nature's test of will and strength
Us poets and Americans stand for you in length.
Winds were sent screaming through the fields like banshees,
But we are a country, country united, so show no worries.
I’m a professional at wearing a mask,
but once I’m off the stage it starts to crumble
and I’m left standing with myself.
Looking into a mirror that reflects the past
Of another person’s life.
Hurry, Hurry, into the deep
and you, my love, will be safe to keep
all alone and underneath
because up above the cyclone creeps
My fait slips,
My will does not catch me.
My hand trembles,
As I hold this blade.
I shut my eyes,
And take a deep breath.
My lip quivers,
As tears begin to fall;
I feel the pain,
