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Honesty! It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie, it’s all me.  Mandy, it’s me. I looked in the mirror.  I could finally see— past, present, future, as clear as can be.  Me.   
time marches forward reality's fire consumes- dreams go up in smoke     © 2018 by Mark T. All rights reserved   ***Poetry notes:4/26/2018 Poetry form:  Senryu  
Reality why oh why do you bother me I was just fine without you while I lay on the sand My life was good, scratch that grand It was just the sun, the sand, the waves and me
I don’t know why I sit and wait for your attention or why my heart is so pure that I can’t actually admit how upset I get when I don’t talk to you. it sucks.
Growing up I had a perception of the world,  one that was filled with happiness, love, and friendship, but it soon began to slowly fade, just like past memories.
Days grow longer, nights colder; Everything seems to change. Yet, there’s still me- I’m unchanging. Same face, same clothes, same friends, same creation.
Days grow longer, nights colder; Everything seems to change. Yet, there’s still me- I’m unchanging. Same face, same clothes, same friends, same creation.
we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood. we are given infinite supply of: laughter. gifts. smiles. once the glasses break we are exposed to reality. infinite supply of: hatred.
Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla. With an unstable mind, I am confronting the next decisions. What are the plans for tomorrow? I'm going to go to the movies. Why must I decide about tomorrow.
I'm riding in front of you. Hopefully you can SEE me. In my rearview I see you holding your phone in front of your face.
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
Right in front of me is a different world, a different land. A different story, a true best friend. A place where I can be anyone or anything.
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams  upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head.  Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
in the movies, everyone’s grave is bloated with flowers mounds and mounds of vivid, vibrant petals scream memorials innocent, gorgeous, precious victims sweet grandmas or strong mothers
reality isn't therapeutic reality is a lot of words i don't feel comfortable saying because i am both a big sister and religious
  We have our thoughts and the noises of the world No one speaks no one says We think and we sit thinking of our fears We think and we think, make one go insane
My love, you are my everything and my nothing at all; you are my dream and my nightmare; you may be my happiness and yet the cause of my depression. You are my never-ending purgatory:
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?  
I was warned about stranger danger. Strange equals bad Bad equals evil Evil equals torment Torment to whatever fucks people up; To the point that they need to be silenced
Let’s pretend there was a time where life was always easy where love never became a war, and hope would never leave me.   What does it look like?   How does it feel to never be afraid  
Can't we just accept that life, like math, possesses imaginary and irrational numbers?   ~awatr
to anyone with an opinion:   ignoring the reality of a situation in favor of the "morality" of a situation is, at best, unwise
Reality hit you and you got a taste of failure. Time and experience have taught you to trust no one. Friends, lovers, and even family have forsaken you. You keep the shattered pieces of your heart in a box.
the Grand Masquerade  does not involve ballgowns and rejects tuxedos   the Greatest and Truest  faithfully make ornate masks  of emotion, donned just as the sun comes up and
Everyone says that change is hard However necessary to sustain life. It takes persistence when your way is barred. It takes diligence and a bit of strife.  
perhaps my favorite reality isn't reality at all twisted memory we trust the justification of our minds over Truth   guilt fades under satisfaction lies grow within relief
Wake up mama It's not your fault, these kids today will never be bought, Wake up mama before it's too late. Your kids in trouble and he's slavin' after 8, Wake up mama
I walk on the dark moors and dance with the wolves. I don't want to go home, where reality rules. my fingers are crossed. a sword in my hand. my soul will fight, to stay in this land.
cutter, killer what have you done? did you learn to make tights knots? or play with a gun? Silent, Loner. it this any fun? you sink deeper and deeper. the demons have won. Empty, hollow.
        I’m running out of things to do as I lie awake and think, To drink to ration out my thoughts no real time to blink.  My stupid mind just leads to paths that only end in sorrow ,
You might think it's silly, How someone could be afraid of something so simple.  That one single fear is spread throughout all. We all deny that we fear it, though it lingers.
thinking I could save her but I cant they say only one thing can g.o.d Savor every moment p.r.a.y sometimes all day Never ask why take it for what it is Just truth in our reality
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so  He asked me for my phone number today For the third day in a row  But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth. 
I wake up light-headed and I touch my pillow, trying to put my memory back together but I just don't know how the hell I got home last night. I remember standing on the side of the road, my legs barely putting up a fight.
It’s a tragedy for those of us who stay the same When time tries to heal, but we stand against the winds of change Because you resist, you’ll make the same mistakes Those are the choices of us living not in love but hate
*Chapter1*I stood still,Never thought of being' shaken, taken for, coz love was granted.
As I write this,tears form inside my eyes my heart achesI'm in painyet I'm numb
How come this universe exists, When we have verily no unity? How are we even humans, If we don’t embrace humanity? We live this life as a joke, We’re not real in reality. We consider ourselves divine,
I hate the way you look at me. The way you smile and turn away. All I can do is watch aimlessly. because I know your the  demon inside of me.   I can't escape you. The dark is real.
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
We create the worlds we want to live in because Reality isn't good enough for us, but what we never realize is:
Poetry is not a fact It is a feeling Poetry is not closed It is open For poetry is a song from the heart Grasping, stretching, striving to cross the blurred line of reality and fantasy
I don’t believe in love, So please don’t love me. It’s more of a dream we wish to grasp But like all else, we don’t possess anything.
Words to escape from reality 
I never feel like I belong anywhere and I always feel as though I'm in someone else's space.  I don't think this is the way I am suppose feel, I miss being secure and stable in the person I was.
This is no kissing scars Flowers don’t grow where you bleed Things like that don’t happen At least not when you’re me
I'm afraid of heights, but that's not all. There are no ropes in case I fall. Now that I'm an adult it seems, the only escape from anxiety is in my dreams.   I would love to wake up one day,
A gruesome and brutal beast is faced, Knees in the dirt and knuckles in the sand, When reality’s slitted eyes are bared to us, Raping, scraping, gaping into our soul,
I'm confused Isn't a mother supposed to make her daughter raise her siblings? I'm confused Don't fathers always abandon there children? I'm confused
Abruptness swept me off of my feet, Barricaded by the confusion to which engulfs me whole, Chaos surrounding me and Deep within me, Empty and yet full of self hated,
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Mother says do this And that And this And that And this, but some tasks are just impossible, And the little girl pulling at her mother's arms And legs And ears And nose And hair, says
I look you in the eyes and I dont feel a thing anymore Love changed and it just doesn't feel the same anymore  It’s to the point where I stopped trying to force what’s not there anymore
If I were to die today,  Would you, darling, be okay?  The love I feel For you is real And does not need a breath to stay.    If the heavens were to shake,  The earth beneath my feet to quake,
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity, Commend Creativity, Condemn pure Consistency.  We dream of a world full of Abnormality, Homosexuality,  When, in Reality, 
It is quite a tangled web we weave The dreams intertwined with reality The lies intermittent with honesty The irreverence mixed with piety The rational entwined with insanity
I could sit here tracing lines in your hands   Outside of time endlessly full of dreams   A buzzing phones the trance that held me ends   I am thrown
my name is undiagnosed depression.you have no idea whether i exist or not.maybe i do.maybe i don't.maybe you're just paranoid, and you think i'm here when i'm not.or maybe you're just underestimating your pain, and you think i'm fake when i'm not.
What worlds lie behind our reflection What variegated beings dance among our fate What truth is there in resurection What love lies amidst delphic hate
Dear ME,
You didn't love me Because you didn't know how to love You only knew how to play So indeed you played, With my heart. My feelings. My time. My life. My mind.  
Dear Lost Love, If I could go on an adventure Or travel the world And if I could have the perfect day It would be with you. If I could stare into the night Or get lost in the dark
  My dear friend,   You once told me “I feel like I’m in a dream; In some sort of box that is so complex
Dear Cryptic Affluence,      Did I really have to go so far? What did I do for you to drown this way? It wasn't easy getting here, tell me was it meant to be?
Dear All, I am everything and I am nothing. A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life. To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form, That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
Fallen in love with things unseen Culture I have adored People I'v never met before Inspired beyond reward   Trapped in this selfish humanity Gated we'll always be
To my ambition, To my dreams.   At first, you popped into my mind Like a grape from a vine, Whilst I watched Youtube videos of
Those tear stained pages. Those words. Those characters. That home.
Ode to You:  
Love is an overpacked suitcase, With golden, reflective ballgowns inside, That queens and pharaohs have donned, In the timeless dances of romance.  
Dear.   The time left on Earth is relative now. Every second by your side reflects a drop of water, — and every humid touch is a violation to my sanity   Inside this body there is a trap,
Driving Safely, I add. Life is so dangerous. Safety is your priority. Drive, mate!
The arrival of the enigma, Bestowed my contemplations, Through the neat, And the knot, Do you feel the numbers now ? The numbers we once didn’t know of? I ask not , I state not,
Cross my palm with silver and I'll tell you who you are. I'll look beyond the day to day, and study just the scars. I'll open up your eyes and reveal your inner self.
We're holding hands  I cling on to you, mine to keep. And I know you're not leaving  Because of the way you're Holding on to me Like I'm someone too precious  To let go off.  
                                             Have you ever had a dream? A nightmare, to good and then evil.  It's like eating something really sweet over and over again
Love Enters Reality Someday.   Previously, it was me before you.   It’s now lost time.   Seeing you hurts.   It is necessity.   What is “it?”
I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN I TOOK A FLIGHT OF FANTASY TO WONDERLAND ON THE PLANE CALLED CREATIVITY.
Liar I have one for him and for her I have one for them and for us I have one for you and for me   The lies they come The lies they go From here and there They appear  
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality?   In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality. You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality?   In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality. You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
I dunno if this happens to anyone elseMaybe it's the thing that makes my feelings hard to developOr to care or to act out in the air,But the funny thing is in irlthere are people who don't think about the same strife.
I am a piece of art. The color of my skin My eyes color and size My hair color and style My size in weight and visual My height, short nor tall I am the art of reality.
Dear America, You call yourself great, but you’re built on ignorance and hate. Your flag colors are red, white, and blue, but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
It's coming,but no one can tell when.It's on its way some time or dayand you'll figure it then.It's right around the corner,you can't see it with your eyes.It might or may give you signs,
Sometimes I wonder,  if what I write becomes reality? In some distant universe my blunder means catastrophe.   But if that is the case, then what happens when I erase?
Fingers too dry to be tainted by cream sugar dripping,  held on by a seam. Milk a jumble that's the way the cookie crumbles.  
Hello,There.
Once upon a time There was no prince. Once upon a time There was no castle. Once upon a time There was no happily ever after.
EXPOSED! The Princess Dress (a girl’s life behind the fairy tale scenes) By Krystle Zachary   Please listen! Lean forward now As we all discover The typical princess life
Once Upon a Time.. That's how it all starts in the beginning Yet, no one ever asks about the ending He gets the girl and they kiss But is it bliss after that? I don't know.
It's funny how we believe in a dream and see what is make believe. We want to be the prince who becomes a king
And they lived happily ever after Or at least that’s what they wanted us to believe You grow up and realize that doesn’t exist Cinderella was a fraud Made us believe we’d find that one prince
She waves me on,  Preoccupied, as she always is,  By a diamond mirage  And a ruby facade.    I begin to speak,  But what am I to a Queen?   She has built this castle
There's no fairy tales that I know about For what is a fairy tale really about An act of Love or a true love's kiss Maybe a boy who saves a young girl I've seen it all but not really at all
Cinderella danced away, but no one would come her way. Her sisters watched and laughed in pain, while sipping fancy champagne. No beautiful flowy gown or exquisite glass slipper,
Once upon a time… There was this lovely lady who wanted nothing more than to be free from her wicked step-mother and sisters After a few months of putting up with the abuse she left, disappeared to never return
(For the sake of privacy purposes all names have been changed) "Every single detail in this story is true and happened in a way that makes me who I am now"
The times her curly hair flew as she walked Those brown eyes, wondering, waiting For someone to catch her From falling into an abyss of agony. This girl didn't want to grow up and face reality
I am wonderous, as is that fly in the kitchen.Filled with curiosity, but crushed when not welcomed.  
I’m imagining a sky, A sky full of lust and desire, Clouded by the very lies that resurface, Each night in your eyes as you rise, under the starry night sky.   From your bed and into the stars,
When I was a kid, I used to watch horror movies with my dad I would shake with fear, with my teary eyes hid.   He would tell me: “You have to distinguish The reels from reality.”  
cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart.  those ruins and picture framescoated with ash 
Reality is nothing but a nightmare, I'm doing all I can to escape it.
I'm not trying to be negative, but life is rough, personally I hate it.
I wasn't always this way. I used to smile a lot more. Things used to be a lot easier.
The green glass doorThe double letter dilemmaKeeping logic livelyLooking less appealing each dayRealizing reality is really dullWe should instead kill senseAnd hold on to lost letters
Reality, hit so hard you do not know what your next step would be. Cannot see the future cannot focus on the present so many things going on things get hectic.
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,
In denial for accomplishing nothing for 365 days, again! why try it'll be the same thing, again!
HE CHOSE HER DIDN'T CHOOSE ME A VERY ANGRY WOMAN WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME?   I LOVED HIM THROUGH THE YEARS HE CAUSED ME PAIN HE CAUSED ME TEARS.   HE LEFT ME WHEN 
Did you ever wondered Why am I still alive? As you cried yourself to sleep Or as you wake up in your bed Or in a hospital bed.   How many times did you thought of just giving up?
she sits in the library alone. silence surrounds her.the tuning noise of nothingness fuzzes through her brain. the tingling sensation of laughter coming up but she holds it down. she’s a regular in the library. 
she sits in the library alone. silence surrounds her.the tuning noise of nothingness fuzzes through her brain. the tingling sensation of laughter coming up but she holds it down. she’s a regular in the library. 
If only someone had warned me This is what it’s like When you grow up. The fairy tales Are not the way
Sitting in the dark Listening to them yell I watch from the stairs This is my hell Am I the reason? That they always fight What did I do? That causes this every night
I wish things were differently I wish I can hit your line I wish time was right  But time isnt mine  I wonder every night  I wonder what might you think I wonder about life
Little bird in the cage, why are you sad? Your cage is safe, your cage is sturdy. There isn't anything to worry.   Little bird in the cage, what are you doing? There's no need to fuss, stay inside
Mom lights a candle A diya, a lamp I have to choose Red or blue   Voices of reason Larger, louder
"My rapist doesn't know he's a rapist. You taught him that it wasn't his fault - I drank too much, Flirted too much & wore tight shorts. He left me in a parking garages staircase.
Ever been surrounded by loads of people People you love and care for But still,The loneliness gets to you ?? Ever been at your 'happy' place Searching for your happiness But still,Tears keep rolling down ??
Once I was little,happy & carefree Once I was a happy child Once all I dreamt of was growing up and being an independent somebody.
When I was younger, I wanted to grow up tohave a love like yours.I promised myself that I would never settle for lessthan I deserved.So, I slept in the beds of boys that didn't care to know my name.
Shoveling driveways, my ligaments at risk of a deep freeze, I earn my worth.Saving money, temptations of Pinterest, I earn my worth.Studying units, sleep deprivation clawing at the backs of my eyelids, I earn my worth.Building a GPA, drowning in a
You are dead but you are acting alive Eating brains but not gaining knowledge So how are you expected to survive?   Do you really think the truth is sublime? How are you expected to go to college?
I’m constantly holding back tears, I hate the lump in my throat, I wake up, do my makeup, fix my hair, and throw on my coat, I walk out the door and into the world, Here I am everyone, just a lost, vulnerable girl,
Lonely girl Crying at night slow tears falling from both eyes, loneliness & hollowness is what she felt.
Padded locks lining the door frame, Keeping the monsters outside at bay. Attempting constantly to have monsters tamed,
After a while or two passed That left me quite distressed And Stressed about all the trouble  I've let occur, I Laugh.   I mean, you know This whole faulty show
Stretch mark poem : Women,You have nothing to be ashamed/embarrassed off..!
Heading to your destination  in the car i call it the modern horse we drive with our phones  they rode with a whip we drive with a heater and a very loud speaker They had nothing deeper
I have been told I'm not good enough I have been told I'm not real I have been told this is not for me I have been told this & that I have been told and I have been told.
I wake to the song of a thundering call A summons to a world just beyond Lost long ago in the grimoire of time An empire forged by rune and sword The far away lands of spires and lore  
I want to smile. I want to be happy all the time. I want to have fun with my friends. That does not always happen. Life gets in the way.
I've heard that our dreams can be a dangerous place Yet, in my dreams I find a home With no vacancy for anyone else Here, a flower gros in the Desert's unforgiving sand,
It's the feeling that it gives me, like I can finally fly it's the entire universe in each page I process. It's the love at first sight and the wonderful journey that follows, the ridiculous jokes that make me giggle.
You looked at me like I was a piece of art. I was panicked to let you take a
Why is it that I find myself stuck in a picture frame so often?  
I laugh at the moon And all it says I cry to the sun And it happens again It's all a lie These romaticized gods It's all gone All taken by the one Taken by me I commit treeson
Reading ellicits many worlds For boys and girls, alike. Open a book and you've entered a new reality, One that's meant just for you. Experiences never had, Feelings never felt, Emotions unknown.
Love is not blind; love helps one to see.
Out of bed, up for the day, Greeting my own reali”tay” Who knows what will happen today in the real world of Arabella? Will I say yes to the dress in Nordstrom or from the toddler get her tiara?
Inhalation of disaster time goes faster Exhalation of the storm boils the everbrooding thought Using gifts to take in color makes the blackness ever bright in the light in the dark
The world I live in is hazy, The life I am living is faint, There's a whole world inside my head, Coming into reality.   I walk around in the haze,
Cracked lips, crooked teeth Uneven posters, tattered torn wreaths Cheap shampoo, untamed hair Honking cars, smoke infused air Profanity carved tables, eraser-less pencils Leaking roofs, rusty utensils
Going up to children, we ask what they want to be. Some say doctor, policmen, firefighter. Innocence is the real bliss. Going up to a high school student, we ask what they want to be.
Reality fading, imagination laid waitingEach moment seeming just as unreal as the last: Out of the window brought a pleasant view,As the sun sets warm hues fill the air.Bringing upon an ample end to a long dayJust when I thought satisfaction was p
What do you see? Do you see me? What do you think what you see could be? Is it happy? Is it scary? Do you think what you see is what it should be? Everyone has their own reality.
my jealousy fuels a fire, uncontrollable, devastatingly beautiful. it eats every ounce of fresh air.  a rage builds inside.  almost to sweep me away, but leaves me dangling on dreams
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take. 
  Where are we Is it Rome, Pari? Could my heart be in love yet my knees still feel weak? Is the air filled with sweet uncomforting songs
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Put the camera to my face, The world is just an image. I can capture what I want, And leave out all the baggage.   Put the camera to my face, The world is just an image.
Your screams echo endlessly Without response As diluted figures Torment you endlessly Drowning you in your own despair   You are isolated Yet so closed in That you’re being crushed
Ariel, the girl with the long blonde hair. The world hasn't had a chance to scare her, because she doesn't understand the gravity of reality. The reality that she'll never grow up, never move out,
Loneliness Lying in this darkened room Trapped inside my thoughts. I feel heat creep up behind me Next thing I know Your body Pressed against my body Oh, how I've missed this. Slowly,
Sometimes I wonder Why is the sky so blue? It all just fades to grey  When the storm becomes new   And if emotions run deep Would they scar visibly? It must not be, 
Cold world Icy hatred Cut bonds Bitter dawns Lies and mistakes And amidst it all Your chest aches With the heavy Very heavy weight It goes on  And on The battle
Knowledge is power Yet ignorance is bliss From knowledge, some cower And to ignorance kiss   Some call knowledge wisdom But that cannot be true Because it is by knowledge 
She dressed in all black, with the most colourful mind. Questioning the universe about how beauty is defined. Is it not strange that autumn is so beautiful, yet everything is dying?
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself, Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame, She felt like the last book picked on the shelf, The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
Dreams fill the senses and ensnare the mind. Not the dreams at night, no, I speak of a different kind. The dreams that occur in the light of day,
There is no dream without realityAnd no reality without a dream.Sometimes we dream a realityThen it is hard to realise It was just a dreamLet us be Honest and Never hide behind a Mask And enjoy our dreamsBut allways face reality.How Nice or bitter
If we are bound to Death, then struggle is non-existent But because we fear the unknown, we think we are exempted, Yet I do not recall the last time, I've ever seen Death so sad
swift, the river current kills  while younger and younger kids taking pills  all that matters is a manly thrill  a new born baby lying still; but this was of our own free will  A mother left the child to die
I sit as light wanes  But rain remains a staple  On my skin keeping me stuck to the bleachers I begin to wonder  
Why does there have to be sadness in the world? I guess sadness builds character in people It makes them stronger Through hardships, comes good things
When down comes the sun, Up comes the moon. As the stars shine brightly down on the children of the world, They go to their secret escape. They call it dreamland.
Shall I compare him to Romeo himself? His eyes they glisten like Carribean seas. He prays for those in sickness and health, and gives to those who never say please.  
My wrist, formless, shifting and breaking like a cloud;You grab hold, tightly--too tightly,And I vaporize before your eyes.  
Here's to me Some people slam doors, I slam poems. You judge the box, I open it.  Reality presses against the walls, I want the alternative.  To the times I've messed up.
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
African American women We depend on the government to feed, clothe, and take care of our children. We have a baby on May 15th and become pregnant again on June 20th by the same man
Eyes were like a window Transparent as glass Revealing nothing but the slate concrete and ruffled grass beyond them Gripping his sky-clad hand hard, We trekked down the quiet road
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about? Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun  like making babies or going on journeys? Why is the world so mean?
          mirror mirror, what do you see?           some hidden power buried deep?            or are the scars all that you see?          like the others who don't see me.             I am not Scars but I'm not free
I lay happily In my new reality I need sanity    
Depression kills –       anybody vulnerable enough to be hurt;       anybody conscious of his imperfections;       anybody who hid behind a fake ego. And the very few who give importance to this issue,
Heroine, Not Woman in need, Not Simple girl that needs To bleed or mom bound by her children. Freed not By chance or need to plea, For life denied by Father’s spree Of words, simple words, Words designed to hurt and worse; more Like to go in for t
Evanescence The essence of presence is lost in the resins Lessons in life occured bound to the destined Questioned the next in the line of the sought Rott in the mind of the kind in a shot Escape the reality
I am purplexuated Simply by the untrue realities Perplexed at how casually we say the phrase "how are you?" And how often we say "I'm fine."
Lost in common misconceptions and perceptions From society's closed eyes Searching for direction In the darkness of deception Deciphering the lies   With my mind's eye
Once upon a time, In a kingdom far away. There was a mistreated maiden And to her dismay they teased bout her shoes and her hair everyday. I'll let you in on a secret So tell everyone else
"Mother,Father Are you happy now? I tried my hardest But you still shout Brother, Sister Don't you see? The locked doors How I hid the key Leader, teacher How did you miss?
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
We, the humans, a species clothed in grey, Powerful at birth but mundane with age, Forgotten magic, lost in the race, Slaves of our own hunger.   What a prison, this world is,
Life is full of surprises  We observe, think and question But us human, we figured them all.   It only took 60 years till we could land on the moon after the first flight
You know what would be nice? No worries. No fears. No cares. Just freedom. Unfettered.
Reality doesn't seem real to me A mundane reality laughs mockingly Towards me, Knowing I cannot escape But I will fight on, My future is mine And, I am the master of my fate For reality not seeming real 
We live In a land where the people romance the reality Instead of embracing and facing the realism  In attempts to make it better for these little boys and girls  Not realizing they are implanting pessimism Causing their minds to be closed with fr
Some people think that Jehovah God isn't real because he's invisible.They assume that he's not real because his existence isn't physical.Air is also invisible and everybody knows that it exists.
I am not a realist. I am not necessitous. I am not hazardous. I am a hopeless romantic. It is a curse, to expect the fairytale ending after the first date. It is a spell cast upon from the wicked witch of the west called heart ache.
There is no reality, There is no me, We are but a dream, No matter how real it may seem, So live free, Friends as teams, Be you no matter the means, You never know when this dream,
My Dream was a reality until a Nightmare came into play. Secretcy and lies overcame my reality and it's nothing more than a dream.
Don’t foresee Everything With discontent   A day Will come For you too Beauty Is not something That is concerned To the way you look The only thing
Pretty long and separated are the two to be With a distance of being so, so very far & long Though to be of the some hometowns But never a decrease was to be seen in their love  
I watched the darkness; dissolving, morphing, quickly receding from the fruity light, as if rejected medicine.   Left behind for an identical,
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
The seems of my disguise burst at the seams Of simmering restraint. For, sun-like, beams The shadowed self through artificial means, Resplendent force that must demand be seen. To know myself by peering outside-in
I am a  Work of art but torn apart never sleep but always dream in a world of hate I try to appreciate Here come closer No don't go sir You didn't even try to listen
A lady came up to me today, She had lost both breasts With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior. Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces  Coated her tongue. "It’s too good to be true"
Solid thoughts float his mind.
Looking through glass I see me looking back at me
“Reality” is the thing with a sharp edge That cuts like that of a knife And stings the skin without the blood And leaves –an invisible scar-   And most biting – in the cold – is felt
I was gone
My doodles have moved from pictures to words, Evolution of expression - Is fragmented language easier to understand than scratchy images?
The world can be so confusing 
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
is this how it should be just like you said it would be
We are a classical chaos We dance the dance
Reality
The more I sigh, The more I exhale the pain As it hovers close to my lips
It was December 1st 2014 My heart was pounding my skin was crawling Your daddy was crying Your nani was smiling Your auntie was laughing The doctor storming The words "push his crowing"
What is awesome Is it a sarcastic device we say
Their reaction will depend on what choice you will make They don't care who you are Or what you have done   They taught us what's good and bad And made us open and realize
People will believe things that they choose to believe Most don't see the reality behind what their eyes show them Then again, we can't change the way they are When in fact, this is how we believe what people really do
The blue wanted to believe that the truth was trying to turn, run and touch the wronged
Here I am staring into reality,
The defying smile of the red flower fades
Plank the desk says.. Well he says nothing   Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips In a cubicle called class
Lately things haven’t been real But maybe that’s because what’s real doesn’t matter anymore  
Do you ever stop to ask yourself: are you really satisfied? Are you happy with the way that you live this fleeting life? Or maybe, you're like me, and you've come to realize
I've been searching for a way out of this blurred vision.   Among checkups and lenses I watched through pink frames. Instead I am ostracized
The harshest light is the one, we choose to use to see.   The blemish of society has become, a billboard of tragedy.   With beauty's definition, now warped in the minds of our youth.  
My path is lost, I must pause, For life has gotten without cause, Identity faded, I'm not who I was, Fazed into tomorrow, Sorrow in all, Must borrow happiness,
As I stare into the depths of your eyes, I see the real you, Not your fake smiles, Or your deceptive laughs; No, I see the person behind the facade I see the desperation to fit in,
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away  By pincers of roiling flame.
Pot Luck Papa My dad brings odd things to the table. The contents of which, are appropriate for fable. Succulent shrimp and other crustaceans delight. While odd concoctions bubble, giving children a fright.
There... Here... Gone...
Through the glass I look Searching for some answer Faces slanted into an opaque distortion Everywhere I gaze
Real life is around the corner and I think I am not prepared. Its capricious, crazy, and something to be feared.
The crippling fate of reality has made me use a mask as my barrier
I can be bossy and loud, But I’m not asking you to tone me down. I may be harsh and sarcastic, But my edges don’t need to be smoothed.   The world has exposed me to so much,
Right here Right now We'll jump and fly The birds will cry And time will die As you and I Will fly all night To make things right And find the light Right here Right now
We're condemn to this life Whether we like it or not To wither away And fall to our death The cycle begins All over again
And maybe I don't write real.  I write abstract.    And maybe that's okay.    That my vision of reality is more fluid and indefinite than what has been found on this fine ground. 
I remember growing up Constantly singing and dancing In my head I was Alicia keys My whole family told me id be a star that I could do anything I put my mind to That I could be great
Strip me of my signatures and you will be left with the essence of my existence.Disregard the opinionated buttons on my backpack,
in reality,  
An escape from reality A world that I can explore at any time or place
She is me I am her How much more simple could it be? Dyed brown hair
I am one whom is full of quirks, Within myself, weirdness lurks. To others, I may seem strange, But to myself, I seem perfectly arranged.
There’s a smile on my face and an air of confidence about me But that’s not me. The real me, well I keep her hidden   You must dig deep Beneath the smile that’s painted on my face
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
A mirror stands before me Whispers of hate and laughter surround me They point out the outside flaws So I put on a mask to hide the hurt and the pain
She trains herself to smile that perfect little smile, Who is she without 1977? She's a sad, sad girl with a growing pain inside, The filters hide her imperfections,
I could never grasp the concept of sugar-coating,
Stop! Think for a moment.
Things that those will never know By: Skylar Kodish Happiness is just one thing to think, Some believe in him, and others don't. He can be friendly, He can be mannered,
  I awoke to the world One morning   Then I covered my head And went back to my slumber   Learned my lesson For sure   
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
Authenticity - A Life Unmasked     Tall
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
I loved him for who he was.
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
Lion King Never Thought This would Speak To my Life   No one Saying DO THIS No one Saying  BE THERE No one Saying STOP THAT No one Saying SEE HERE  
I spend many years waiting for that person to treat me like a princess.  I did not commit in the past because I knew deep down in my heart neither person was truly ready for the commitment of my heart.
Strange.
perhaps dreams are a gateway to a new reality
I had a dream- Of a bright world, And a bright smile, And dreamy eyes. But that would not be the case today. Because I ventured away then, Darker into this place. Where things deemed scary,
My dream is as silent as falling snow
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
Inhale, now exhale. Close yours eyes and tell yourself you wont fail.Sweat down my back, muscles weakening.fatigue is trying to bring me down, but my mind isn't giving in.
Hashtag “no filter” Hashtag “no edit” Dear valencia and sierra I owe you the credit   Blurry pictures Red eyes And blemishes galore Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
I was born in the fires I see the marks that they leave, for everyone else its not hell that they see, I grew up in shadows was pushed to the side, My father denice that I'm even alive,
I am BEAUTIFUL Through glasses and worn shoes that have been forgotten, I stand as a woman who is looked on as beautiful, Through torn clothes and worn hands ,
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face I'm not that small forehead lucky individual I'm that five forehead cutie Is it okay? Is it okay?
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy. Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Fresh out the shower Kinky curls so soft and bouncy Flowing everywhere as it dries Creating a giant afro of curls   I look in the mirror and lather on lotion I get dressed and grab my phone
I trace the outline of love with your hand: A feeling that can come in many forms; Someone strong as rock simply turned to sand, A new protection from the passing storms;
You are not invisible not in any way, shape, or form. I know you see things differently. you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking. You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
only things people see in miami are the night lights that shine bright and the sunny beach full of girls sweet as georgia peach.  neon light clubs fancy cars sitting on dubs. well, in their eyes.
I try to control myself But the temptations are hard My thoughts are to strong My mind is long gone   I try to control myself But not when everyones there My eyes see all wrong 
Shes afraid of originality, so she doesnt speak her mind. 
We all close our eyes, but hers are closed, permanently We sing of colors, shapes, and sizes; she tries to understand We are stunned by the array of lights; she doesn't get excited
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever I want to make an impact that would change the world There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
  No filter No color No life Just me No perfection Many flaws Reality The real me Not what I hope to be Not what I want them to see
When I close my eyes
There I was Here I am Now I’m there Now I’m gone How can I tell who I am? Each day a new me is born. So sorry, There is no answer to who I really am Just one to who I’m not
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase? It was like for every picture of their face that they posted The hashtag was "no filter" Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
We are skin  We sweat, we breathe We sing, we dance  We laugh, we love  But we are skin  Painted Exposed Vibrant  And soft  We are judged  Not by the likeness of heart 
My personal world Created by my personal senses
life is not perfect, now isn't this true and believe it or not neither am I or you but perfection is not everyones dream friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield, Hidden from reality, We can still detect the truth if we were to peel, Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality 
Get up in the morning Straighten your hair Put on lipstick You can’t shop there   Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
Being told I am not enough I get hurt because I care too much I turn to things that help me up. The art of makeup makes me forget who I was I got myself a new identity since I cannot go back to what I was. 
I just wish I was a word upon a page, safely out of reach, one quickly scanned over and subtle to a degree that with it the story is magnificent, and without it the story is broken.
What you see before you is not what I see in the mirror. For the mirror knows the true person who always hides behind the mask. Tell me, is it true that the most common mask we put on every day is a smiling face?
I am a yougin and you might find what i am saying is obsurd But i need to speak up and say these words My brothers and sisters Look what has become of us Living in a country where people are scared of us
See I have no filter, because I declare to be remembered,
I am.. Skinny but Fat
There is no human “norm” Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin, You’ll hear future melodies Where people dance euphorically exhausted Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
A 17 year old child applying for college, built for success, wisdom, and knowledge. A plethora of information has been deposited into him, But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
These times are clouded by impenetrable facades; Captivated by the immaculate charades. Foreseen by those that are watching in awe, As they stand only to be cursed and decay.  
I'm afraid of the dark A creeping sense of danger I flip on the lights There on the table Metallic in glow A skull of human proportions Box it up in cardboard Save it for another day 
Two months ago, as I stared at my skin in the mirror, I asked myself why. They told me it would be hard, they told me the side effects might be harsh, but they never told me my disease would make me die.
What are filters? Filters are cover-ups, concealing the truth, Concealing the true identity to which the entity does not wish to share. They cover, so others do not see. From press, to speech, to a selfie,
Mama, please pour some bleach in my bath water I need to wash this dark stuff off my skin I need to look like the ladies on the television, Fair skin, and petite noses That’s what’s pretty
Myself... without a mask, without any reason to hide behind a wall of lies, exposing the girl who's hidden for so long,  a musician, a girl who seeks to change the world,
I'm stuck in my own little fantasy
A boy raised to be nothing but successful in life, educated and uneducated in what is his purpose, given the impression that he will be discriminated and intimidated by the real reality of the world , grew up on the southeast side of Dc not by ba
To my fellow brothers and sisters, I bring to you today,
This is for yall ignorant folk
    When I was a child I heard a voice It was soft and low, maybe an evil tone At the time, how was I supposed to know?  When I was a child I played with shadows
the girl they see quiet, shy, sweet, strong, the girl I am. loud, outgoing, smart, deep, I am both girls unfiltered. and im completely happy,
Without a filter I'm just a kid, Without a father and a mother in prison, I've seen some things that you'll never see, Things that make small children scream, But what you can never see,
If there are to be no visitors today, I might as well stay in bed til nine But as soon as I hear voices at the door, Umm.. out of bed I'll fly!   What should I wear for school today?
Its a feeling not a knowing. Curiosity and randomness lead me to you. I feel so blue. We are so clueless. Where to begin and where to end.
Yesterday I thought I was dead My pen was gone My brush had disappeared My brain was lost The clouds were gray And the sky was black The rivers were full of blood
I have lived in the past In the dark and the light I know good and bad
Sight, too me Is one of the most important senses I'ts what gives all our other senses a subject Those blind men Are some i feel truly sorry for Literal blind men...
Define perfection 
Every aspect of my life has Always been a splintered crack between myself and who I wanted to portray.  It wasn't my fault.  I just wasn't good enough.  I was not satisfied with who I was,
To be honest,  Society, It's the worst, And it's the best.
I stand at the horizons of other men,
I have two faces but I only show one No one knows my true face, none All you can see is my mask Nobody even cares to ask Who cares?   My real face shows my trepidation
  I was handed a mask at a very young age. Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
Fantasy Surreal, Whimsical Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
I stand and I spin, No, I don't spin, I only stand; Glimpses of joy tease- then dance away Spinning, whirling, leaving me behind. I can't get off, I can only wait. Wait and hope it will all end.
  It’s all right to take a breather sometimes
Why do I feel so alone yet I steadily push people away I say what I feel at the moment yet don't mean what I say  in my heart But my world is ripping apart from everywhere and everything
Brown eyes, cream skin
Screaming on the inside, praying that I can go and hide. No one sees the demons that pull at me inside. I laugh outside, as I cry inside.
       A sorrowful painter never shows their work, wrapped in memories, connecting words unspoken.// Aching with attention, craving another stroke of the brush, gently gliding over rough canvases.// Leaking misery the paint drips, along with your
I should just walk out and leave.
The true me is a process  The true me Is question that I sometimes have to contemplate sadly Cause my generation, my parents, and the people on TV Are all fighting the fight to try and define me
Words left unspoken, Killing the shadows of the night. With nothing left to give, Here we are with our hearts tied. Taken by others love, With conversations left unfinished.
The girl you never acknowledge in the halls. The girl you always bump into but never apologize to. The girl who eats lunch in her fifth period class when her friends aren’t at school.
They think they know the real me, If only they could see...
Escape "reality" in something beautiful        Become lost  I find myself constantly lost                In your eyes                In your smile                In your lips
Be the change you wish to see Set trends and allow others to lead, young and Black in America thats two strikes against me But, I keep moving as if my skin was light  
They say if you see someone you used to care a lot about
Its been said money makes the world go round, what does marry do?  what is once lost will one day be found. is that true? what goes up, will come back down?   does anyone have a single clue?
i feel trapped secluded like in a closed box i look around faces all around me passing me by forgetting im here i yell and scream but no one stops
The curtain seems nice and beautiful Filled with graceful colors But there are a few things that seem unusual Like a biscuit without butter   People come to ask her questions And ask for some advice
I take a deep breath 
If I should impact the future generation, She will call me “Miyagi,” because that way she knows she has to try, no matter how hard, before she can look to me for help and the help won’t be easy.  
Behind my smiles My good deeds My leadership My love for others Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me Who seek my guidence Behind all that i am I am paranoid
There is a new dawn behind each nightfall Where a higher power will start to call
What They Don't Understand   She can dream...but she doesn't know if she can live...
I am running, hiding from the relentless grip of REALITY But no matter what I do or where I go, it always seems to catch up with me It drugs me and runs through my veins
Living li
How nothing can compare to the deepest of lights! Not the brightest sun, nor the moonlight night. For the palace this transcendent light withholds,
what am i doing with you i know you cant hear me saying this and i know you never will but i cant tell the landscape from a back drop at the moment the lines between reality and my mind are blurring
A beast so hideous, A mask of fate, Why is this beast,
Listen to the sound drowned by noise.
Clouds are tyrants which carry thin blankets, capturing flaring sun glares, enveloping skies with night shade blossoms,
Well I've been sitting around lately
I hide my true self To protect myself from society. My outgoing personality hides behind the curtain by itself And I act lie a shy girl in entirety.
"Love is simply a rush of emotions, that I can't quite distinguish, that cause me to hope for forever so i can imagine
Vision granted taken for granted  or sometimes slanted   vision it's what is perceived    vision one cannot give it to me   vision the blind can "see"
As my Childhood comes to a close And the Fantasy isn't fun anymore Reality swallows me No money No fun No friends No energy No control
What is a friend That says one thing and does another Who apologizes with sincerity For something they don't remember   What is a lover That takes your heart and doesn't love back
Everyday there are obstacles in my path So many in fact, it's hard to do the math!
   My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies.  There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground.  That is my imaginable heaven.
She was 15 when she left for good. A one up for the death toll in the hood. Mother tried to warn her that he was no good. A fleeting moment became the end for her.  
When the world goes dry and the day grows coldyou can't turn to someone to open up your soulLike its when you crythe time flies by
Apparitions convey sol
Time progresses faster when we didn't notice Our legacies we being born but we swear we're focused Letting bills engulf our hearts like sticks and stones Call it World War 4 because World War 3 started when we were alone
I am an optimistic soul I wonder about my past I hear the time keepers hands I see my future I want to start over I am a prisoner of time
Vivid imagery flutters my corrupted mind,I close my eyes and fall fast asleep to indulge in this tease,I see what I wish would happen while I was awake,
Friend   Grim figure beside My Death Bed   I don't fear you, come closer Why fear the inevitable? Why fear the fate of every living thing?   I knew my time
What ticks me off....society don't you see.
Our heart is tainted and our values are infected. We are fools to believe what we see with our eyes. It doesnt reflect how an indiviual's heart lyes.
I would rather fall into a pit
They say, "Love is blind."So why are we so blind to fact that love is love?We see a man and a woman get married,and it must be love.Together they can make life,
Nobody seems to care about all the suffering I see All the poverty, abuse, and mistreatment you all should be ashamed of yourselves for allowing your peers to be raped, abused, mistreated and go hungry
When did you stop dreaming of all that you can be? And why is it that you stopped believing in more than what you see? Why did you stop living? Who put you in despair? Who dimmed your soul, and left you there…
Reality is overrated Heartbreaking and tiring Filled with anger and anguish Never ending sorrow   I avoid Reality Locking myself up, to avoid heartbreak Building  walls, to avoid anger
we say ignorance is bliss hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society do you see it?   news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
Day after day Semester after semester Year after year I run into college freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors who are victims drowning in their own pool of confliction
Tis' not a poem of his sparkling eyes
Daddy daddy A little girls hero Her very first crush Been with her since zero He'd rock her to sleep And tickle her till she woke But her daddy, he left her Recovering from coke
East Japan is on fire And we're sitting pretty
Life is payday. You have fifty dollars in your pocket along with the daydreams of what you might buy roses for your future lover the promise of opportunity. Life is tax day.
I just want you to notice me  
Eat. sleep. Procrastination sunday. Repeat. 
Woke up in a dream under asphalt treessoaked in the sap of the sweltering citywearing these old rat rags               and sneering at the concreteGreyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve
Let's just sit down while we can. Enjoy the time that we have. Lay back on the grass. Just breathe and relax. Life's tuff but we make it. So just sit down for awhile. Kick back and just smile.
Sickness, poverty, nations of the illUncured, losing the battle not at will   Nations crumbling beneath our feetNations tearing at the seams  
Let the asystole Voice the matter at hand The mind of she who wishes To broadcast her innermost thoughts Her suppressed desires Goals, methods, plans But fear the shatter
The world says that there is no absolute 
Broken roads engulfed with rubble A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing Who can stand to face the trouble The hearts that burn, spurned Eager to face another day, wanting
Silence. It can be a warm embrace after a world of chaos and pain. The sudden realization of it all though, of the sheer sound of nothing, now that's different. When you realize what silence brings.
She was in the corner when I saw her. She was broken and alone. Only I could see past her jaded smile. She looked frozen like a statue made of stone. Her eyes were not bright anymore
By the light of day an angel was born The heavens cried,Amen!
Wrong place, wrong time No regrets, thats fine Wait til' you get back to reality Mama said stay home Be a good girl Don't let go But Mama pick up the pieces Can't you see
I grew up in a place, where there are no mountains, cities, or buildings Instead, every few nights I encountered killings Dead bodies in the middle of the road, rotten, ran over
We live in a world of ignorance, full of people who don’t even try to understand that who you are doesn’t need a how or why.   Everything is perfectly fine
 You will never cherish what you have until it's no longer there,
One of my old poems:  
The freedom I once felt has gone away
I find that as a writer I'm not very good At using colorful language Or creating vivid imagery In a person's mind With only words. I'm really good at black and white Cut and dry and to the point
  This is crazy, i'm..  
Blue benches, concrete walls, and empty streets Empty skies, no stars....
The pain in the pit of my stomach made me die a little more inside I don’t deserve to be treated like this is what I’ve began to realize Too many chances turning into lies as I give them away
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor echoed throughout the hallway.    A black hood encases her face, hiding her from the world.   She keeps her head down,
I'm looking around  I see the world is a wreck Nobody wants to work  They want that welfare check Wondering why their kids don't  Have any respect 
Under the blankets of my bed I awake. Even if my mind feels dead It's not. It runs from the boogie creature: A killer. But even in my dreams I still seek her (Seek me).
Take our world. Take every inch of dirt, every blade of grass, every backyard, and every round beach ball on a summer day. Don't broaden anything. I mean every single one.
The escape that has no limits, with endless stories that only lasts for minutes, the cruel but sweet fate that only comes once we wake.
Life never granted me wings but It told me that I could glide on a single whisp of wind.   I breathe in promises of my potential. I settle down in a nest of  sparkling lies.  
I woke up today paralyzed. 100 and 44 weeks straight and this pain hasn't let up. 26,297 hours. That's three years, and we're going on our fourth.  I tried opening the blinds but the sunlight hurt. My skin,
Talkative people and silent movers stalk their sleep without a peep. sinking and rolling, never really knowing if ground is up and if down is round. Reality fades into managing days
My eyes close only to be reopened uploading with cerebral motions visual explosions
Love can be cruel, love can be patient , love watches you sleep after your favourite show has ended.
I’ve lied to myself. Twisted words and flipped meanings inside out Stared at NO long enough until I squeezed the yes out of it Like the end of drink In the sticky heat  of the summer
So tired of playing the same sick games Running around in circles playing whose to blame We fight we fight you’re mad you go date around Then when you aint happy Im left to be found
I shout- I scream- I carry on- and beg for someone to see, look at what I've done! Isn't it what you wanted? but no one seems to listen, no one seems to care,
Social Media     Facebook -   Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
The days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need. 
I wonder What it would be like If I had a father Who cared, Loved, Helped. I wonder What it would be like To not have to fight For steps, Small, Small Steps.
Reality isnt real to everyone. Debt, depression, destruction, death. This is reality. Hunger, pain, suffering, lose. Reality is hard to swallow. Not enough money. Not enough love.
I went to sleep and I had this dream Bright lights and a brand new car They told me to go where I saw the yellow beam
Closing my eyes,  I dream. I dream of my future.
What to do when your head’s in the clouds, Nose in a book, And dreams fill your day? What to do when you see faeries, Magic in the air, And goblins in the night? What to do when you long for a story,
Zelda the Twilight Princess Who can’t go on an adventure without someone sending her boyfriend after her, to bring her back and ‘protect’ her.   Really she just wants to explore
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see, It changes constantly with every glance, Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be. Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
They call me Melody Melody like a song I stand alone as an independent individual I stand out in the crowd of my school
Sit and stare at the photo
I can’t take this anymore. How can the people that meant so much, The ones that were there for you, Never failed to make you smile, Be the same people to shatter your heart to pieces?
They say pick a route. They say choose a dream. Well, I'm not backing out So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.   My dream job is obscure Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
False reality 
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I watch the present smear past the wi
I am of albinism kind
  While I sleep silently,
Forever I walk the world alone And forever I’ll walk in the dark And forever I’ll go where no one goes And forever I’ll wish these truths weren’t so   Forever I’ll search for peace
  O’ Facebook, why must you be the molly to my generation? 
The land of dreams but I'm home to schemers lost dreamers through cold  realities of life hoping just to see the day no thought on what the future lies only hoping to everything done by sunset
Let the emphatic take control of the present sitiuation. Shut your eyes, open your mind Caricatured hypnotic pertinence, crystallized vice Abide the incoherent vibes. Impertinent bipartisan with no proper guide.
One who’s life must seem to those outside imaginary, must then wish for Dreams to come true   Yes, for that I importune, God or Goddess that be: Let Dreams be free.  
People are like clouds. So hopeful to see the world, and what is has to offer. But after time, you get broken down. You get whisped away into a million pieces. No one remembers you
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of. 
Wealthy and powerful take all that we've worked for Truth is distorted, with illusions and folklore Much exploitation for money and profit You will be punished if you try to stop it
I'm sick of the struggle.The uphill battle I constantly face.The decision on whether or not to stayor leave from this place.This poem won't even express it.
If trees could speak, they’d scream. Their brethren die for the business man And with them, everything. The world is slowly turning From green to gray -- From leaves to metal,
The world is a cold dead place baby, the man says and you can see he means every word You've got to do it for me now, he says and you can see he means that too   he sets you down
  I just want my life to be gumdrops and rainbows.
I hear America singing "freedom" for everyone. I hear their hypocritical songs, singing long through the night. I hear the rich belting their greed-filled, boasting songs
Patient #: Mr./Mrs. Wants-To-Recover ID #:  02012544...No longer wishes to suffer Diagnosis: Part of me torn asunder due to one silly little blunder   Physical Therapist: Nathan D. Optimist
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/ Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/ One brings fame while the other brings respect/ I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)  
My opinions are right Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought You’re stupid, I am smart You're wrong, oh so wrong
I struggle to put the words in my head Down on paper. Words hold power, and mine would stir The minds of those who thought they knew me.   Other worldy, inter galactic thoughts.
The serpents eye is misleading, 
As I look at my life right now, I see ridges and bumps, I see valleys and hills and rivers that I haven'
The field blossomed and grew.  As its spring began anew. Twice it had bloomed and died, But the third time it thrived! No longer a minor player due to missing tools
My love for equality is so great,
Sometimes I look in the mirror and see myself in fear. What I see is a mess and I think of a makeover and nothing less.   Our government, while always great seems to need the same help as of late.
As the years have passed
It hits us! Always in the beginning we feel good, peaceful, warm. This will last forever… we always think that. It ends up to be cold, bitter and sour.
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood. I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood. If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
Starting from a single drop of water
I've discovered there are two paths to escape reality,
The purple dino is utopia. He wears a positive smile every day. Kids are happy in Dinotopia, Because he knows how to count, spell, and play.   The purple dinosaur can laugh and sing,
I almost envy those who don't see what is so great about reading.
Making all the rules 
Waking up to the same ringing, Going to the same place, Five days a week, Ten months, learning and forgetting.   Distractions and butterlies, Taking chances, locking eyes,
When you dream do you believe it once actually happened? Maybe in a movie, mixed with parts of your reality? Is it about a dream of your "true love"? Is it about a dream of a battle you will fight in the future? 
Her
kicking, screaming twisting, turning my heart is broken  and feel like its burning   she was mine and now is gone her name was athena at three months along  
Reality is but an illusion,  The heart a magician.  The mind is audience,  Shifting like winds of society.    Reality is but an illusion,  Trickery of every kind. 
His kisses are tender, sweet but they reek of lust He undresses me and our eyes lock I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
She thinks it's ugly,
It feels like a true fairytale. Like the ones your mom reads to you at bedtime. You're dreaming of walking through the dark green woods. Only lit up by the tiny fireflies buzzing around.
Society. It drives me.  Family. They guide me. Money. It rules me.  Fear. It consumes me. Hate. It alludes me.  Desire. It fuels me. 
wolves among men my mind on $(do  what He says) government of the people, by the people, for the people  perished.
When I was younger, I used to think that  our teenage years would be different.    I thought we'd all be happy  and have boyfriends. But in reality,   we're all depressed.
So
So, This poetry thing, It’s not really my deal. I’ve always been envious of you who can feel. Who can spell out emotions, be open and raw.
I can hear the bell tolling Almost every minute Of every day. It all started years ago When my dog died. It was a simple murmur then. After that I was told the truth about Santa Claus
I'm sitting and I'm waiting  I'm just waiting  and there are people around me  whispering amongst themselves  as if everything is okay.    I cannot figure out  why they are here 
Living in this world sometimes disgusts me. How can I find the beauty in life with all these tragedies. They tell us to reach for the sky, but life tends to brings us back down.
I was told to make my words count, But to what amount?  
Is it a pe
Mom, Dad, I want to become a doctor. Doctor-A person trained to heal sick people People who need help or aid in some form Form a plan to take the world by storm Storms are temporary, they eventually go away
Life is what is real, It's the one thing that's happenin'. If you don't feel like living it, You'll be the one tappin' in-- Tappin' in to oppression and life's degradations,
  We are ever-changing, Constantly running through a cycle, Sometimes in circles like a unicycle. We are the washer and dryers of life, Rolling onto our second load.  
At age 16,  My momma said to me, You're gonna marry some boy, Who cares about bein' free?
If blessed are the forgetful, then what of those who remember? I seem to never forget even the most painful details, Every word, face, smell and feeling Linger in my mind just waiting to come back.
So many choices. Are there?      Can we live just anywhere?          Or must we share the hidden fear           Of those who made us travel here?                       
Did you know I have dreams, hopes and goals, a wish? I'm sure you did- doesn't everybody have ambitions to admit? But did you know I can't manage to look past my wrists?
  I walk into my classroom I look around Teachers everywhere I hear echoes saying, “Grow up. Grow up. Grow up. In reality, Focus. Future. Focus. Future.
Trust worty as a Strawberry Tree Innocent as a tattoo Never the confiteor, never the shame-faced
Before reality hits you, problems are small, issues fixable, and faults  acceptable. Everything easily  correctable.  Before reality hits you, life seems easy; no regret no fear no pain. 
Calm down take a breath...  there isn't much to say society is becoming the victim while the rest of the world is a dictator. telling you how to dress and play the game of life.
Dear Mom,     Hi.     Wow. This is Hard.
Keep your head up kid Wipe those tears from your chin Let me tell you something,
I am terri
"Shush" "Shove your degree in something other than my face" "I'm defying you" "We all copied Rachel's problem set last night" "Your class is a joke" "How are you married"
It’s horrible To be stuck in a place While wanting to fly Far above space   Dreams, illusions, future schemes So bright they show Through a huge thick glass window So close do they seem!
My dialect is catastrophic. Viciously it consumes the minds of those who surround me.  To catch only a whisper would reveal the sadistic sense of my nature.  At least to some. Those who merge opinions with facts. Bellowing assessments of "this gen
A dream. Something I came up with. It came from my imagination. A fantasy.   Can it be real? Something I can touch. It came from the earth. A reality.   A lie.
Every dog will have his day At least that is what they say But this often isn't true Those most deserving are neglected what they are due No good deed goes unrewarded
You think of me day and night, To you I am perfect, You see nothing but me. But I see you in a different light, I see now who you truly are, I can see your uncultivated soul.
A small glimmer dancing over a shoulder Is the only thing battling this darkness A heavy load of anticipation Weighs wearily on my lungs And strangles the air from my throat
I am a girl of love, Compassion and trust, Most of all I'm a girl of opinion. And if you don't like it, I suppose you're pretty opinionated yourself.
What if the truth, was really a lie? What would you say, if I told you that's what I live by? The lies are only there, there to hide the pain, the sorrow, the sad, the everything.
I tried to write in a smile, but it ended up a frown, I tried to write it upside right, But it ended up upside down. I tried to write it in like summer, but it ended up so cold.
I counted to ten, I'm done! Where are you? I can't find you... Will you come out soon? I miss seeing you, Hearing your voice. I miss being with you, Hiding wasn't your choice.
I hate when you don't sit by me, I hate it the same when you stay. I hate when our eyes, they meet, I hate it more when you quickly look away. I hate the feelings that come to me when you say you're my friend,
I'll remember this next time, Next time I won't fall so hard. Next time I won't cry... Next time. I'll remember this next time, Next time I won't step up so quick, Next time I won't ask...
"Don't have a big head, the world doesn't revolve around you." There's no I in team, that's all that I knew. There are people that are starving, homless and broke. But that's only in movies, it was only a joke.
At dawn she'll sleep forever,Rest in peace her tortured soul,Have you ever? Seen an angel without wings?"If you love something set it free" ,Is what I used to believe, Before I Let go of what I Love,
I must have asked myself a hundred times If this was going to work and I must admit that Hope was keeping me company, but then I should have known better. I should have been wiser, but I learned.
Imagination, set me free Take me far from here Set me high up in a tree Give me the chance to disappear   I’m going to swim across the sea I wanna fly high off the ground
On a horse, gallopingat full speed. A giraffeto the left; a lion chasing.Around and aroundyou go on my carousel.You do not know me butso many of your naturehave passed through here
Do I dare risk Stepping into the unknown? With warm spring air and flowers To guide me home, Or a dark winter’s night That makes my soul cower? Will the warmth be there one day
Sailing in the waters of which You wept, You sees a Light in the distant of the cove, a Light that Reality would refer to as a dead end.   The Light fades, then flares, fades,
Would I choose you again After knowing what I know now? Would I stay around Knowing you bring me down?   I am a poison to you And you to me. Yet somehow, We make each other complete.
  My resolve is to live and to live a life like God. To live from the 5th dimension It’s weightless, timeless, limitless, boundary-less, and ageless My favorite from that is timeless.
Were we taught this? Properly prepared? That if you didn't take it serious, you'd always be scared?   They would say this but not say that. But once you've dug your hole
  Each day I come closer to the reality of life My world is changing beneath my soul Wild thoughts run through me, anxious and nervous I feel as if it’s all a test, just to see if I survive
Its a reality we all have to faceThese broken mirrors aren't just a phaseThe shattered bottles on the floorJust symbolize a closing doorGetting your shit together is hardAnd we all have to play our part
I bet you don’t know that I actually like the way you teach With those little side stories you tell I’d like to meet your many cats And maybe even that husband of yours I also like those worksheets
I knew something wasn't rightThe day he came home.I knew he wasn't okay;He should still be there,But he was home, his favorite place,With all of his family surrounding.What was happening I did not know.
I have come to speak today,in a rather crude way,about the prestigious lifeof a college Sophomore.
Welcome to America! Where the image of women being depicted in submission Is easily found in magazines and search engines. The mask put on comes off before the morning,
I once met love at the front door! And, when I glaced it's direction Love, beautifully, smiled back at me. That was love. My first sight! I became instantly drawn to love.
Your apology no longer means anything to me. I had hope in you. I truly believed that you would no longer use my past against me, But I was wrong.   And in that moment, My heart dropped because
My heart was once so open So innocent and free I shared it with the world For the world enamored me
When you look in a mirror, what do you see? A smile, an eyelash, a splash of pink gloss? Noticing her reflection, what does she see? A short skirt, low-cut shirt, is she totally lost?
I’ve walked these streets since I was five I’ve grown accustomed to the walk and the talk of this city Tough love is what we’re used to
How silly of me to have expectations. Did I forget you were human just like I? The simple fact that we are human proves that I should have no expectations for you.
This,Is,A,Poem, That,Is,All.
It starts as a sapling; young and naive. No critcisms; No obstacles can stop its growth. Seasons pass yet it still grows. In Winter, it is of age at which ambition and intellect grow.
Keep your eyes shining Keep yourself locked away Look for the silver lining say what they want you to say
Living a little is being in touch with reality. You love. You laugh. You cry. You hurt. I tried to outrun the realities of life, but then reality hit me; you can’t outrun life.
most normal childhoods are scarred by this thing they get   once   chicken pox, the devil's work,   you can only lose a mother   once  
  A beautiful life,  tempered with strife. Composition of love, a story untold of.   Who knew a fable  Is a reality with a label.   Twin flames who found each other abound
Time to make mistakes, take a chance, kiss the summer fling, and hold hands till sun set. I'm here to grow up not down. Kiss the stars and wink at the moon. I've got a heart on full health
We arose in a world, Where there is no “I,” It was a symbol of Selfishness, Greed, Power, We are a population, Not a community, As We gaze up into the sky,
My imagination starts to linger to places I don’t want to think about. My stomach turns upside down churning and My heart drops.
I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into the sun. I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch. I dream of my little boy making a homerun. Is this all too much? Yet, you still ask me if I could see
When a feeling becomes so warm so warm I want to taste it not a harsh slap of spicy flavors
Don't judge me for who I am! For what I believe or where I stand Don't Judge me for how I look! For there's more hidden inside this book Don't judge me for my friends! For their means define their own ends
I write because The connection from my brain to my hand is Stronger than the one from my brain to my mouth. And when my hand moves across the blank page It pours passion right out of the pen.
 To stand in the hot sunshine And feel it beating down upon your skin- That’s a good feeling… To peer through your smudged glasses
You go round and roundLookin' for the answersBut all you've foundIs..." "....
Nowadays, poetry can be seen as this A sweet song, a love note about roses A rap about getting the desires of the world
A side-street district sleeps to the beat of the heated city streets Where the dirt on the windows can’t even be seen Where the shades of grey and denizens of the night kick their heels
It is an escape from reality, reality that is at times hard to bear, when nothing feels right, and my heart aches to fit in, but yearns for privacy, that is when I sneak,
Poetry is a beautiful way people can express thereselfs My poem explains the feelings i have for poetry     No amount of words can describe what poetry means to me
Children stand tall with minds unpoisoned to the lack of reason we reflect They carry the powers on their shoulders that we long burried, that we reject As they grow, they change, become unbalanced and confused
Hi, my name is Lauren Lehman, I'm an ambitious poet from the South Florida Metropolitan Area.. I began writing poetry to help cope with traumatic events that I've overcome in my past.
My version of entertainment is not watching a family fight. It is not watching a man's life fall apart. It is not watching a girl flip over a table Not is it watching a girl get punched in the face.
Black.   I turn to the square. It’s light immense, mesmerizing, captivating. And there’s color. So much color. I can’t stop myself from looking.
Let me paint you a picture Of a world gone blind from hours untallied Peering into a window of light so blinding It consumes our thoughts every moment   Step into the door, my friend
My heart has a story I need to say, I wish to go back to the glory days, I don't want to be here though I dismay, I wish to go back to the glory days.
An adventure all to myselfI once again escape into my own realmA kingdom that has been lost to all but IA land that has been enveloped by my imagination
True love shines as bright as a star,but friendship exceeded celestial expectations.  At any moment a star can burn out, but the entirety of the solar system is larger than that one star, yet, less valued. 
What you cannot see will hurt you.  What you cannot see will bite.  You fear your eyes are opening,  So squeeze them tighter, Block the light.   What you cannot see is beautiful.
Once, they exchanged roses; red and yellow, red and white. Behold the fair Ophelia in the witch-hazel night  
  There once was a dragon. He breathed fire. He was bright pink with golden stripes. But he wasn’t a mean dragon. He was a nice dragon who flew around and gave people cotton candy.  
"Look at the obvious, only feel for the "natural", God told me. "Don't smell the pink flowers, only the blue", the media said. "Pull yourself to the inside and push from the out", school taught me.
Hi, Im Zyra. Eyes stare, long straight hair Dark innocent face, Tight coiled hair, stareing back with a glare First thing they notice is, shes black Disgusted faces and rude remarks mumbled under their breaths
Realization to limitationMostly irritationNeeds an explanationA Confirmation for "why"?They can't just be in the eyeOf a certain populationIn a private station , this destination is not the location to tie Knots This situation Fills with expectati
Change is what I can see What I can hear And what I feel everywhere. By my well-dressed organs, Dressed in customised compulsion of slumber confusing which with perfection But not my soul
Pen to paper Fingers to keys Words spitting from these blistered lips Words that bare my soul I hide myself behind smiles and laughter So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
Sitting here I feel stunted, where do I belong , I feel like in not progressing like a song skipping but never progressing, I wonder if its discipline or deception but t
When I was born I was given a heart Not eyes, ears, or hands to start. When I was five I was given hands to touch and feel my simple toy pots and pans
I fear for the man of untouched ice for it lacks the warmth of love, the healing tears from where it has once been broken, and the feeling of being saved by love to help mend what has been scarred.
Experience feels like wandering in a desert Seeing a mirage of water among the sands Only to find myself grasping a fistful of grains And watching even those slip away from my hands  
To brood, Causes one to be rude, To think of one as whole causes us to conflate. Enabling us to be selfish, and finding ways to relate. Thinking of others provides images, diaphanous in nature.
Oh money, how I love you, how I worship your crinkly verdure, your crispy capitalism, your innocuous presence. Why then, did I forget to go to work yesterday robbing me of your sweet pleasures with which I would kiss the hands of consumerism?
  barriers worse than the Berlin wall and contraceptives combined our lives intersect nonsensical cyclical conjectures the hypocrisy blinding it slurs and it curses
She danced the Bata* Like it was all that mattered Her words rang with laughter A dance only she could master The drummers’ hands slick with sweat  brows jammed, bodies wet
I sigh to thee I cast to thee The truth of fools gold None more blind than an open heart None dare compare To one of unrooted trust For longing is  What longing was 
When you're young you develop dreams, but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy. In reality those dreams become the little things, and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.  
The other day my guidance counselor Mrs. SolovayCalled me into her officeInto a crossed out corner of thisOutdated newspaper clippingIn that prison cellWhere nobody usually goesBecause like me,
Why do You turn a blind eye to Your faultsYou pretend You've done nothing wrongLike You were perfect and had my best interest at heartBut yet its so hard for us to get along
May
May the lighters light May your heart love May the sun shine Right above us May your actions be worthy May your hunger be hardy May your drive have engine May your soul have a mission
My pain is like bruisesThere are times when it hurtsand in worst cases it is excruciatingBut there are times when It is numbI feel not one thingIt even can go unnoticedThe whole world can see it but me
( Tears fall As… We… all watch in fear. Again… Challenge by hypocrites theirs and ours… History fresh.
  Blue eyes, blond haired   Look at you will never be heard   I tell u will be loved and cared  
Love. The love I have for him is the most Dangerous type of love I know, for it Will surely never come without a cost. We are two souls that are not meant to fit.
This slave-like mentality, quite simply the reality of our warlike principalities   whose brazen nationality is worn thinly by brutality fledged from personalities
  He is slow moving smog poisoning everyone around him constricts their breathing A willow canvasing the ground below creating a barren desert beneath its branches blocking all sunlight in its path
Someone wrote on a mirror with lipstickAnd then claimed it was meFailing to realize the utter and total fallacy
Ahahahahahahahahaaa Today isn’t your lucky day But, it sure is mine I ain't dealing with your games Or drama Letting you be one of those people Who wanna make me Naw, sweetie Not no more
Since the beginning I can remember; That red light on my little finger. That same light; I visualize. The sad look in my mother’s eyes, And the droning levels of my cries. It’s commencing.  
Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
Life is hard enough as it is. Something has to give. Struggling every day, but I thought that a life of luxury was the American way.
I'm so sick of seeing us like this.  You know that we don't look the same like we used to, but its okay. "Its okay" you keep telling me over and over as you continue to smoke that joint. 
Soceity beckons me to keep my feet on the ground But I'd rather have my head in the clouds In a world infested with walking parasites You've been my lone source of light Guiding me through this tainted world
I left them... Last night I had a dream the world was ending, I was reduced to ant size and lived with a snake,  she was friendly but scary,  green and alive, I am awake now, paying my credit card
(poems go here) When I was small I thought I could fly I tried that out once, all I did was cry. When I was small I thought life fun and games I learned pretty quickly, that those were just claims.
I sat and stared. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, the hour hand is stuck. slowly walking they will come. unstopping, pacing with dismay, trying to stand still. the world walks by.
Why do we love if it hurts to do so? And why do we long for something so far away? What is our reason for being, for existing? And what defines who we are and separates us from the others?
Dreams our sincerest kept secrets Our heart desires that burn like raging fires. Things that we can't or won't say aloud
It's the start of electricity; a spark It's a dream you never want to wake from, It's happiness;it's completeness It's a beautiful art piece It's a maze you want to get lost in It's flashbacks,
When I’m standing at this ridge between today and tomorrow, And I’m learning to fix my mouth to call myself a woman, And l scratch for the crack of a niche in which I’ll fall into place, I exhale and I write.
It's funny how people are always trying to find someone to blame. But fail to realize that there problems still remain the same. Hmm you question. You ask yourself a simple question.
As I Lay here Dead Taking all the hits. Just One time I wish you missed. So I can rest a ill from all this beat.
Do you believe in life ? It's calling your name That persistent ringing in your ears Makes you feel the shame
The traitors of the past were never washed away They have procreated and created the haters of today They continue to feed of negativity And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
The traitors of the past were never washed away They have procreated and created the haters of today They continue to feed of negativity And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
Living in a world that's so unfair. People think you have it all, so they sit back and just stare. But little do they know, The kid with big heart got a battered soul;
To the ball I go Under bright stars To fetch my dreams Making them mine To dance until dawn In glass slippers Once upon a dream The clock It strikes And midnight hits
I see demons on the ceilings- They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach- I see sheep in the pasture- and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
Life is too short, grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Life is too short, laugh when you can, it's a bonus. Life is too short, apologize, enhance, while you still have the chance. Life is too short,
Size, shape, and color don't matter. Be grateful and smile. Love them the way they are, please don't judge. Look into their personality That's reality
I once found a spot A place where sanity stood still I got a rope and tied it down Round and round and round it went Each piece held tight No room for screws to loose and fly
Every song I hear Reminds me of you. Fast, fun songs Are your energy and happiness. Slow, calm songs are Are your warm, loving hugs That you enclose me in Whenever I need you. Love songs
It's kinda funny how when you're small all you dream about is growing tall and becoming an adult. But they never said life would be this hard. It's not all sugar plums and fairy tales.
Lavish lies conceal flattering false prophets Under a guise that is layers deep A ritualistic routine of self masocation Of emotional measures physicality intact Progressing and digressing
I am a man, a walking story told from back to front Single moms, beat dads, kids with issues they don’t want Writing rhymes just to make a tone-deaf voice heard Without the fame and fortune, no one listens to your word
I am that boy who is kind, sweet, silly and all I always carried a smile that stretches my lips about a mile walking near my folks telling jokes tall in height always a delight seeing me on the spotlight
How will history look at thee? You I speak of, not me. It is an interesting question you see. Yes, I find you will agree. How will history look at thee? Shall by chance it be your dexterity,
When facts battle reality Reality seldom achieves desired victory Because the fact is that Students will do anything for a grade As long as it is above a low "C."
Reality unbreakable,unescapable hurting, damaging, breaking
Who am I? I am the Sun and the Moon, The stars that shine bright in the sky I am the one that keeps you awake at night, And the one that allows you to sleep at last.
Begin the heart’s drumming beat, Eternally locking our secrets deep, Never ushering sound of defeat or joy, Enraptured by life we turn so coy, Another day or night it’s all the same,
...My strange reality ...Starts out the same ...With a strange dream.
The struggle is imperative. Regard this as my mental laxative Impacted by the lyrical attractiveness Ain't no facts in this shit. Lividly livin' through these writtens depictin' nothin'
Life is simple Life isn't hard Life doesn't hurt you But life gives you scars Life knows you Life holds your hand Even when times are rough Life has a plan Unexpected Life is
A place, a meaning, a voice, a dream and a goal Within the walls of this beautiful classroom, Students learn the secrets of life day by day They discover a little about themselves and of the world around them.
He Joined what he believed Would help Not hurt. But by being one He mistakenly caused pain to many.
i see the host of the earth crowd and wonder why they all mill around living lives of mortal mistakes and lies that only end when a person dies
Every day we are awakened by the alarming clock. Every moment should be great. Don't misuse love, because others don't get the love.
My mind speaks louder than my mouth Overloaded with plans and memories Trying to figure out a way out of this mysteries. I wish I could rewind And empty this mind I guess that what we call life
Caring about yourself is hard to do. Especially if you're used to caring for someone else too. There's going to come a time when you just need to worry about yourself. Even if other people cry for help.
I am tired Of lies. Tired Of my disguise. I’m tired. I want to be free again; Free from the heart. I want to be me again; Free from insanity of humanity. I just want to be free.
If I'm still, they won't see me. If I breathe, I'll be caught. If I shut my eyes, I can disappear. But I have to come back. Like when you dive under the waves, for a moment, it feels like you could last forever.
Nautical graves and practical poets, Woman's condition and cultural woe. Heaving sensations accompany the telly. What's worse than these? The end of the show.
A Child Alone Thinking that they’re grown But just another soul lost Victim to the World’s Exhaust
Have you ever been To the land of the lost? The place with no end? A place of thought? Everyone has been there. Everyone knows. Children want to live there. Adults tell them no.
Society stalks me, A spectre of the REM world, Like Krueger…it creeps up on me, Only this time…I know I won’t wake up. My life is a terrible secret, trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
The white canvas trembles with mania at the sight of the brush. The vessel is overthrown by the feeling of both love and lust- The canvas is now a passionate red. A mockery of art, or the preliminary action of birth?
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
Blue as the sky, my heart pumps anxious beats of alkaline. Furrowed brow, hardened eyes, tapping of the fingers. I stand adjacent to the wealth of the future. Right hand out, reaching, grasping at the sunlight.
Nowadays people operate by seasons. Women got they mind set n boys dey comin in,just to leave em again.
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is,
I'm riding in a car with people I just met, Realizing that my mind is so far away from theirs. I look around outside the car window seeing the life I live in, While questioning the thoughts that are going through my head.
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Angry tears Arched across my zygoma Flowing with rage...It’s colorful I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity Through holes I've imprinted with malice
Strength is not always, Muscle and brawn, But the feelings you have inside.
The rain, it is my comfort, when I sit, alone, in darkness, my thoughts completely consumed by you.
Every Morning, I wake up to my father telling me to get ready for another day in the chamber. I strap on my clothing with a jumbled mind. I try to think of what I need but I quit and go straight to my bag.
Scarlet Letter , a message to the masses There's a killer in our sheets, so rap it up before you catch it Or check it up before you pass it , no exceptions To the slash list, so please avoid, the dash, on that
Lack of beauty, abundance of lust, risky relationships she cannot trust. Runs from herself to hide from her spouse, looks mighty in theory, in reality mouse. Attempts to be home when in her own house,
L-O-V-E Is a four letter word love shouldn't be taken for granted But mean so much to someone that means so much to you Don't let love slip away Hold it forever in your heart Cherish each day
This is a world where we are free In a world of confusion We live under the weight of the sky Above the weight of the sea We roam this world in hope for truth But we find terror, dread, and sorrow
A person is as good as their inner image. One should never be judged for the way that they look. Every individual has the right to be looked at by their talents, and the way they treat others.
Why is no one answering my cries? I lash out in hopes that someone will notice, But all that responds is never-ending silence. Music used to be my perfect muse… Now it doesn’t even offer me comfort.
Mental manipulations manipulate your mind, while you are a sitting empty crack. A treasured wrapper, unwrapped and tossed after being sucked of whatever treasures you have inside.
Homelessness, anarchy, terrorism This is reality. Wars, drugs, abortions This is reality. Global warming, corruption, debt This is reality. AIDS, alcohol, smoking This is reality.
Jaw clenched, eyes shut, trapped in this nightmare that’s very much my reality. Everything that’s mine is no longer for me, everything I want is far out of reach. In my sleep, I dream of my every anxiety,
I'm running My feet are pounding against the surface I hear my heart beating in my ears My breath quickens as I am frantically trying to find a way out I'm Trapped by the walls within my head
An impulse I can't control It all comes on very slow Thoughts start to grow and grow and turn into obsessions Obsessions I cannot resist
Trapped in a box Surrounded by boxes Blinded by illusions Searching for truths What is reality? Is there such a thing?
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The wistful wind blows It reminds me of peace Never ending ongoing tranquility Things that are hard to achieve In this society which never sleeps
The swaying of the trees Puts me at ease In the midst of anger The strong wind against my face Brings me to reality Realities of the world
~man of the hour i waited way too long met women that should be strong but he left and did her wrong but baby here i am the man of the hour the one to give you power you see, im here however
Little bird I miss you and the way you used to kiss me slow all you wanted from me was me and I think that was the only thing we ever did right.
You said it, therefore it must be true. Yes, every word you speak is law. Why should anyone have room to doubt you? You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
I'm a person too… I'm real also… I have opinions to speak… Why is it that I can't be heard?… Is it because you don't think I deserve to say a word?… Why do you get to decide?… No one is ever on my side…
What if these tears… Added up over the years… Could drown out the screams of the silence that now deafens us… What is they Could wash away the scars of all the battles we once before lost…
For a girl from a small town She wanted a lot from a big world. Tears and sorrow filled too much space, She had to do something, it had to be erased.
A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned An actor surviving a 28 car collision A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe Strobe lights imitating a holy glow
The world is full of lies, greed, & lust; The simplest definition of the most of us, as compilation; We, not understanding how to be united as a people, have adopted racism;
Today we can live Yesterday we've survived Tomorrow will never cry The days of our lives We can do whatever. Till one of us die Then we all Cry
when reality finally struck me my family, i thought to myself what happen? what exactly happen? my loved ones slowly faded away vanished into thin air although they are alive
You hear the waves pounding on the rocks... You know if you get caught in it you'll die immediately but there's no going back.
There are a lot of people that Fear what they don't know, The questions then turn into aggressions leaving them stuck in a hatred zone. Why must people fear the original and the different?
What is comparable to inevitable?? If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten. How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling? The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
Silly girl You were once so Driven by your past Your daddy would get high And your mother would cry You wanted out of that life Then you forgot where you came from And partied like the ones before
We fear transparency.
His heart stained the floor a dull red, While his breaths escaped under his bed. Valiantly he fought the war but wound up dead, Although the war was only inside his head. Swords clashed; dragons spit fire.
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