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When this flower bloomed I was 14 years old My breasts began to bud and my heart grew cold Full lips came too and my tongue grew slicker Curves came to the hips and my patience grew thinner
Not long ago the growing pains started The pains that broke the broken-hearted The inevitable happened- I went blind   It was quite an experience at first My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started The pains that broke the broken-hearted The inevitable happened- I went blind   It was quite an experience at first My vision went from bad to worse
Princesses are perfect, they glitter just so At least that’s what I thought, at five years old   I wanted a knight, who gleamed and shone To climb up my tower and carry me home
Now that I'm a "grown-up," it's time for me to go to college. College is a canyon of mountainous buildings, each marked with a letter of the alphabet, Each made up of halls, upon halls, upon halls, upon halls...
My aspirations were like grand constellations Plucking one dream after the next   Then came the Big Bang of adolescence With every burning goal Came a larger person To put it out  
The four walls in my room are white The only white thing I’ve learned to love To Trust I spoke to them day after day Knowing they’d listen without judging me
The story begins at my school. I began to sound like a fool. My voice started to crack; I heard a loud quack, Why is puberty so darn cruel.      
An Ode To My DepressionYou are my writer’s block when I really need that essay done.The reason why I wear only pants in public,For the fear that people stare at my thighs when wearing shorts.You are the only reason that I feel some days. But feeli
Sadness The emotion I felt when I heard the news of the divorce I knew it was inevitable but still Longing for a family, I hoped Looking at my siblings I knew Growing up I had to do
Until I was fourteen I felt fine-- Good, great, and better than I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
There's a line between boy and man. Not a line on the face or a furrow in the hand. The sides are divided but only thinly so, borders knocked down by what you do and know.
I could no longer order off a kid’s menu at a sea resort Now that I was ten It seemed almost tragic then To have my childhood cut short Never to be seen again.
when i was 7 years old i realized i wasnt a baby anymore, hard times and molestation told me i wasnt a baby anymore, when i ran away from home, my mom knew i wasnt a baby anymore, smoking meth, 
These changes keep coming life is not the same as is once used to be back when I ran and played.   Now I've got chores to do and I have to decide what career to pursue
The first day of school Daddy dropped me off Racing out of the car I did a twirl Then a hop A beeline to Mrs. King's My own girl. Sixth grade Girls started to shave
I think I might have learned something recently In trying to figure out who I am I’ve only learned who I used to be
Hands hold firm on mine my past nature entails fear loving again.   My heart forgives all My brain forgave none Lest I feel again, I feared I'd come undone  
Waxy lips, Purple ‘n thick Rear view, A devious kick Sing-song giggles, A soft purse Stomach churning, A biological curse   “How do I look baby?” “Pretty mom,” I say
     Like a dark cloud hovering over me,      Fear found its greedy way into my life.      It held me back with strong chains and great lies,      And convinced me to burrow into my shell.  
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Eigth grade is when I found out That straight did not define me A single small peck On the lips was that it took.   Oh, how scared I was I had grown up around hate That those who are gay
  The hold that you had found in my veins, was not found without warning.   It was preceded by a feeling That weighed heavy in my chest.  
tell me the difference between you and I while society explains to us that with our own eyes we're to expect greatness from wealth while the poor focus on being fly BUT WHY? tell me why
Is this the new norm?Our people mourn,they ask for reform,then nothing is done. Will this ever end?No ways to defend,situations they can't comprehend,families distraught because of a gun.
ever since i could remember, i’ve been keeping secrets. i’ve made little mental notes of the secrets and folded them with perfect creases. i’ve been gently caring for them as they made a home in my heart.
A tree stands still.  It grows from a seedling, A small little thing destined to be something great.     A tree stands still.  Waiting for it's turn to shine. 
I'm always delayed, Heard, most common word to say. Only leaves you betrayed, In the end.   Sorry.   Selfishly regaining your trust, Only once and that's enough,
Sitting in my 6th grade homeroom, 11 year-old bored of the pencils and the notebooks, Fiddling with my hands and fingers Wondering how long this boredom would linger
A mind of wonders, Imagination locked inside.   Idle hands, desperate to be untied.   Expressions bleeding, through the veins.   From the wild mind,  To dormant hands.
you took away from me the only parts of myself that i ever loved and made me despise them as much as all the other things  that i could never stand   you stole my heart and ran with it  
I have been through it all From dawn to midnight I survived the heartaches, bitte truths And yet I am alive   I have been through it all From a start to an end I learned to walk, to run
PLOT TWIST. I hate poetry. Poetry is rhymes and meters... and rules on rules. It makes no sense. What you can write anything? ANYTHING. No formed needed?
Fingers to keys: A familiar click-clacking symphony that warms my heart and feeds my soul. I’m throwing words to my thoughts, my emotions, my trials and tribulations out into the abyss. For once I’m not silent.
When we fell in love it came unexpectedly. Similar to car crash on a good night You were there to hear me say “I think penguins could fly if they tried hard enough”
for lives lost at the end of a gun and those wounded at the hands of a bullet   i pray for your peace but more importantly  i pray for your justice   
Sleeping with a Habit   In the morning we joke and thank the world that there is only one of you.
When her mouth is sewn Her hand speaks When pain leaks from her eyes The screams float on sheets  
I am trapped inside my body the shell of a girl who cries at the thought of breakfast, lunch and dinner or the days when I say "fuck it" and eat how I should just to be punished by someone screaming
You see It wasnt always this way when the time passed it brought colors for sometime its only gifted grey   its a mindset they say trapped in my own behavior the devil next door
Leaning forward, because something is pulling me. It starts in my chest, and then      like the head of an octopus controls the rest of my body. Almost unwillingly.  
Dear Jensen,I wish the best for you and hope you figure out your way for our sake. I know you might quake from your journey, but please stand firm and do not forget who you are.
Do you think about me the way I do about you? Do you reminisce about the past we once shared? I await the day when I can hold your hand again and smile because of our love Do you think about me, too?  
Dear America,   Last Monday was one of those really long mornings. My bed didn’t want to detach, my hair looked a mess, and I missed the bus.  
  WHAT DREAMS MAY COME? . Heaven or HELL!. You Paint Your Own Portrait....
Today, I made a mistake;           I looked where I should not,                        and I discovered memories                                     that I think you forgot. Sometimes I wonder...
Why won’t you just leave me alone? I don’t want you around - I never have. But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order against my own mind.  
Dear God (if you are even there) The world is cruel Most people realize this at a young age Well at least I did When I was young, everything seemed so big
40% of marriages end in divorce 40% of vows taken are empty promises Empty lies Empty nothingness. They take you, to have and to hold from this day forward
I’m sorry every morning was an english muffin I let you become the entity that circled my transcripts Watched tv with me
So much depends upon the proper playground pick-me-ups And picking perennial playground buttercups
Dear future me, I wonder who you turned out to be… You were always an anxious one The type who’s too scared to have too much fun
To the ones I no longer hold dear,   When your picture is pointed out on the tapestry That's hung in the archives of my heart By it's new inhabitants
Atlas.The God who was forced to allow the weight of the world to rest upon his shoulders.Solely because he saw things differently from those who were in a state of greater power.  The GOD WHO WAS FORCED  The GOD who was FORCED to be chained down b
I speak for the students or should I say the slaves, Working all the time to impress our parents with grades, And Schools with sports, Teachers with clubs, Colleges with SAT's, Extra curriculars, Majors in particular, Community service, It all mak
I tried for a slam poetry kind of rhythm:   Hey Earth, I'm sorry that you're feeling this way. I'm sorry that we're turing you from blue to grey. I'm sorry that I don't know what to do or say,
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
You love me       You love me?      Tell me one more time why you tried to hit me      And told me I was stupid      Worthless      Nothing       Yeah, you love me, right?      You care so much about what I do      That you lock me in at home     
Being with you feels like the sunrise That new beginning The warm embrace of its light   It's like that first deep breath of the cool winter air Crisp and awakening  
Because I thought it was love, I let them get away with everything. My rights, values, or morals didn’t matter because of the undenying feeling in my chest.
The face of racism Uses words to kill all that is good on earth, without glancing back at the damage It has the ability to claim countless lives in mere seconds, then continue on
I didn’t know what love can do, I thought it was all true The elders were right it contained pain, but I am not ashamed from what I knew
I know you don’t even exist yet, however I love you so much I cannot wait to bring you into this world   I will cherish every moment with you I will always be there for you I will raise you to be the best you
I’m not so sure when it happened, you see But I sure sensed it when I let my thoughts free And you began to listen, your eyes glued to me
Being with someone, your are with them Not just them for their looks, or the way their body is, or for one thing only When you love someone, you are there for them
Because he “loved” me, 
Because you love me, you told me to stay with your friends 
 I'v been cheated I'v been lied 
I know everything you wanted to hide. Your comments, your dirt, the way you always had to flirtYet you said I was enough, you told me to be tough. You said you loved me so much and that I had nothing to worryBut th
You will always be my favorite constellation. Every night I wander searching for your embrace. But we are humans, To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.
The day I met you I was confused, The message you sent me that made my mind and heart flutter, I still remember, I was fixated on your looks at first but then it became your heart,
I did not know what love was until I met him It was not until I felt him caress my skin He captured my heart And locked me away Because I love you, he said
I am Black A race named after the richness of skin A race deemed unclean And for centuries; believed so What does it mean to be Black?
Boys be comin around Trying to get some Act like they have an anaconda Bitch please you can't fit in a condom You're playing these head games
You were only sitting about two or three rows ahead of me, but it was still close enough for me to tell
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand The World fights against her, and she smiles still. This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom    Juxtaposed seriously  The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet    Working harmoniously 
A new school, pleasant people, friendly vibes, to turn the page and flip the tides 
In times of passion they empty love to find the hate, that lead us through this hell to heavens open gates In this way we are blessed, to be together is our fate
What nights, what days, my life spent in splendor.  Even though I am a humble schizophrenic, I am also a college graduate.
  Its funny how when people look at me and they see me…They don't see meBecause I am not me I haven't been me in a long time…I hide in the closet where it’s nice and safeJust because i’m in a closet doesn't mean i’m gayI'm gay because I like guysW
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me. It starts with the sounds around me. My teacher is talking. My classmates are whispering. I hear it all and it is so so loud.   Then, I stim. 
Once upon a time there was a king, but not just a king, A queen, but oh no, Not just a queen, A quite young maiden, But not just a young madien, All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect, 
"Grounded, you can't go out!" I heard, he didn't have to shout. "You can't go to the prom!" I think, he should take that up with mom.   Dad slammed the door shut, off to work
lovely girl, my beautiful little lovely girlmy talented, my special bud.you who flowered from my womb one fateful day of July.my sunflower child that brightened the sickly wet season.
  Why must it be, that lessons are only learned from classics? Or that fairytales never seem to talk about real human aspects? Maybe Cinderella and the Prince didn't have a happily forever after,
Father’s Eyes   
This poem is dedicate to all the Pacific islanders out there. In which Moana gives a poem for the world to know.   People do not know the truth about our islands.
When the dog came home from war,It growled,Beaten from Persephone herself.She grazed the muzzle,Long fingers of fertility slithering a cig.“Bow,” She whispered, and a golden sigil fell
Maybe it's a second Maybe it's a teeny tiny eensy weensey little time That you don't know where you are Or where you're going In a vehicle only you can stop Capable of killing Capable of saving
The boy flies without a care, forgetful of a future he once knew yet now, he chooses to live unaware.   Wish as I could to change his fate, for if he continues this way
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
I fight and fight the same battles Against the different demons, I hold in my head. I fight and fight, with no backup No army No partner,
America, land of the free Home of liberty, I would disagree Full of freedom? We barely make the top twenty We ask for diversity they say, "We've got plenty."   We fight for what's right,
I’ve always been an outsider looking inThrough television screens, the internet, everything,Guyana is and always will be my homeBut America is where I need to be
America the great, is not so great, Or rather great with imperfections That impede its equal opportunity gate. Even if pointed in the right direction
It’s funny how much I’ve changed.  I’m 14 years old, sitting in my room, now surrounded by white. White sheets pinned to the walls, white carpet, white dresser. They were blue once, but that has been drained away.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Amerikkka- That’s spelled with three K’s.   I pledge allegiance to the flag that hides lynchings and crusades behind “God hates fags”
Falling Spiraling And never to see the end Of the monotony Sirens Alarms Ringing out lamentations Of the ever-oppressed
America---- You call us a People United. You proudly call yourself a 'Melting Pot' Although that may be true, you fool yourself by the own lies you tell. We are divided. Divided by the color of our skin.
Instagram, Facebook, That is all it took, Took to lead these teens Out into the streets To live what they'd seen On some little screen.  
Today in the world, People are obsessed with diamonds and gold. Children forced to sit still, Forced to bend to their parents will.
  America the great but is it really? Nowadays it seems all I hear is hate The new talk is about wanting to escape run away to a different country
         America; America the great | The New World stands with open gates | Open arms to the shambled freights | Heavy laden with the poor and the desperate | Th
Build a wall! Our brothers and sisters of the South have thrived Under the shadow of oppression, located In the "land of opportunity," now fear for their future as they are
America, not so great. But who else is to blame for our doomed fate? A nation divided, far from united What's more frightening, when people are openly racist or they hide it? 
1.The smell before the rain. 2. Long walks at night. 3. Songs that make me cry. 4. Big sweaters in the winter, warm and comfortable. 5. The taste of blood surfacing when giving hickeys
I saw you last night, you filthy man.  I saw you in your car, you picked me up like a stray dog, made sure I was safe and locked in before you drove away. you pet my leg and told me you missed me.
There were three of you that broke my heart: Uno, Dos, and Tre.
In the wake of destruction of us i cant seem to find the pieces through the rubble to make us whole again. We are dead set in a war zone and i forgot to bring my gas mask for the despair.
Dear Mom,
  S  t  a  r  r  y     E  y  e  d    Starry Eyed was what I was, when I began the year,
  “They’re talking about you.” “You’re not good enough” “They don’t really like you.” “You’re going to fail.”  
It was the Winter of my being But outside I felt the heat. A lot of people I am seeing That I’m not pleased to meet.  
Becoming Me, Becoming Free, The road is a passageway of being independent and being me. The freedom of life is what gets me inside,  The street lights attack my eyes, 
Smoke cascades like soft grey velvet, past cracked lips that slowly release the worries of the world, Kill yourself a little bit every day, because that's better than living long enough to think about you,
You chase your dream, Seeing it glimmer and gleam. Then you fall, Losing it all. Dirt smearing your lifework. But you brush it off with some effort. You start again,
  "The blacker the berry, The sweeter the juice"     Is the first quote I think of when I think of you
I wake because I’m drowning; Life’s currents submerging me- I’m verging on tears and utter exhaustion And falling asleep by nothing but fault.
To feel the wind is to come alive to kick the ball leave no doubts in my mind as if fate this is my fate no one else so don't question why I kick the ball just know freedom
Mornings can be the bane of your existence Mornings can be a pain in the butt Mornings set you up for the day Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray" Mornings can make you strife
*DISCLAIMER + TRIGGER WARNING* *This was written purely by imagination and personal experience, but in no way is this poem about me. This poem also holds a trigger warning so please be safe and careful.*  
During the nights that I feel down When my sorrows grow I turn to him for comfort How his warmth fills me His soft murmurs fill the room He shows me that  Life
[written for scholarship topic: 250 words or less - if you were an ice cream; which flavor would you be and why?]
Something that makes me smile Is driving the extra mile. I work on my car because it's broken down so far. When I first met that one red Corvette, it was so dope I didn't know how to cope.
Simplicity embarks my veins A voyage of bittersweet delicacy Entrapped in the fragile estate of a porcelain cup There I take a sip
The sun begins its slow crawl from out of the bleak black horizon, Casting its golden light upon all that it touches. It reaches out like a lover to caress the trees,
I have found myself subject to the beneficial liar. What is a beneficial liar? A liar that tells their lies to benefit themselves only.
"This Just In,   The issues of society have made different varieties Of opinions, thoughts, and actions Causing riots in the factions And laws to be completely changed,  
'Calm down.''You're fine.''What's wrong?''Will you please talk?''I want to understand what your anxiety is about.''How's it feel?'
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins      at sunset. Slumberous teenagers sinning      on swing sets. Soul mates trapped in      sundripped snapshots. Sipping a strawberry shake-      two straws.
Hunger   She tried everything in order to fill the void she carried inside, Sweets, pastries, snacks, The black hole that her enemies,
these two situations are not ideal in combination: being thirteen, and realizing that gay is a synonym for your name.  but that was my summer before eighth grade.
Your poisonous smile kills you slowly because of the world in which you see through tainted eyes So if you want to scream... do it... and tell the world to keep their testimonies and false prophecies to themselves
What Can I (Watch the video) [Verse 1:] So, they ask me what’s poetry. What can I do but tell you what this poet thinks?
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016 Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
Reality is whatever my words make it.   A long forgotten shack in the middle of a blizzard,
So I've come to a conclusion, Everything and body is an illusion. Any sense can feel a tense delusion, Not sure what's real-- I feel deep confusion. So open, so crucial  So dangerous, so brutal.
You were a child  who didn't belong in one place or the other. How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts? Between the father that hurt you  and the mother that gave you up
Oh, but the more I wrote about youthe easier it got, mouthfuls of poemsfilled up like my anxiety flowing out.I hope you catch the crown fire  in your mouth because before it
Failure.Seven letters perfectly construed to describe my very existence. Misunderstood.Four syllables that boom in my ears, deafening the good thoughtsthat are now few and far between.
 Poetry is food for the mind At our youngest ages We yearn for attention We long for satisfaction And hope for fulfillment
In my earliest memories I am dead My heart as cold as the winter breeze That nipped my fingers When I was too scared to go home My eyes are dull Like erased pencil marks The imprint of
Anxiety and me Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me I am not straight  And I am not gay I am somewhere in the in-between
<p>I'm no longer in step like a marching band member off his countsI'm no longer in the program like a singer cut from the choirI'm no longer in the loop like a roller coaster off of its tracksI'm no longer with the conventional crowd anymor
OPEN LETTER TO MY MOTHER –
Who are you America?
I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/ spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning. /
I let my breath goPlease don’t let me be a statisticI cry into my mothers arms, the first time I told her of my abuse.I refuse.I will not let someone else feel what I have felt.
I find myselfIn cafes and wine barsFilling my nose withNot grape and grinds,But melancholy and bitter,Or is it sweet and lively?The moon has become too bright to tell.
Here I am for the first time in a few weeks with my books full of drawings My binder full of papers
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } In third grade, They handed me a poetry book And I found it terribly boring. I was a child of prose, reading stories of adventures And faraway lands.
In 1668 silence sailed from Spain and invaded the shores of Guam The Spanish hushed the Chamorro culture with rifles and the sounds of extinction were deafening
Being young and homeless having possesion But dont own shit the folks that put you out on the streets hide behind a good class I can see thru a good glass what lies behind and beneth the classification of help is help
Every year since kindergarten, We begin with a journal entry. Entering our thoughts on our day,  and writing for over a whole century.
All Bad things Cease eventually, but Did they ever say Everything would feel as if Falling were the ultimate answer, and
You see the sign, it says stop You're obedient so you have no choice but to halt You look through the window, you fall in love with the cat on the neighbour's roof top You feel she's the only one who can give you the lot
Regrets come back hunting you when you have failed in your tasks Then you try to move forward by wearing a mask There's no room to step backward, it's too late, it's dark. You thought you'd do anything and never lose her
It’s easier to write than to Untangle my thoughts In my jumbled mind And put air behind them. My voice shakes with uncertainty,
When your mind is captive to your body  and your image doesn't fit society's  and your heart is trapped in a place you can't call home   When you speak in but never out
All I need is connection. A person, place, A thing To gain perspective from.   All I need is to observe. To be engaged, Connect, Reflect, And try to understand.  
Our fingers grip halfway intertwined and lip to lip we hang between birds and moonshine  it's 3 am and we’re making out on a park bench.  it's 3 am, we're making out on a park bench 
So so crazy how one question got me tripping... Em but it ain't too bad... So so no need for the sipping... Nonetheless I wouldn't mind having Tequila... On Tuesdays... 3 dolla holla for Margaritas...
I feel music in my heart. I feel it run from my fingers, through my veins, to my heart. I can feel it. Every note, every rhythm, every pitch, every melody, I can hear it. I hear music in the wind.
You are all I need My Radiohead’s in the clouds The vacant thoughts succeed I was told looking up was really down  
Ah, the...”age old” question. If you suddenly became Tom Hanks in one of the movies that he surely has pasted onto his résumé by now, but you got to take one thing with you, what personal item would you take?
Imagine. The sand beneath your feet is not sand, but the pores on a giant’s face. You walk on his cheeks and eyes and you reach an ear, a cove nestled beneath a bed of         seasick rocks.
The hot sandy beach feels so deserted   Givin’ off so much heat I’m feeling beat   With the waves at my feet keeping me sane   What must I have to sustain?  
If only I had more time More time to spend with you All alone on a desserted island Dreaming of you Wishing for you Feeling you My preciuos, beautiful, perfect...favorite shoe  
She walked alone  Not even one my her side He asked for help No one cared or even tried We all have days When we're just not ourselves We lose all faith
Cleansing in time of needSavoir of a growing seedThe one thing to keep me hereIn distress it kills my fear
Building nests inside of you and calling you homeYou are the creaky doors and windows whose noises are a necessity for me to fall asleepThe grave I want to spend all of my eternity in after my black hole heart collapses in on itself and I cease to
I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player Watching crayons melt into the black leather of mama's Infiniti And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
I have two puppies that I love They truely are gifts from above One is white and one is black Both are fluffy - not fat Without them I would be so sad For a life without puppies is just plain bad
All I need is a hand to hold. Teach me how to be bold I do not need to be told,  I need to be shown not by diagrams and charts  but by the careing of someones heart. 
I used to think all I need is a minute So I could think about life instead of live it All I need is some money to get by Maybe a car to drive and a house to reside I need parents who care instead of scream
Have you ever just sat down and wondered, Why poetry? Was it an escape from the harsh reality: Pain demanding to be felt The loss of your loved ones
All I Need is my heart But oh, much more Than for my own life   I need my heart To care for others To love the unlovable To help the incapable To understand what is confused  
If I were stranded on a desert island I simply could not live Without the one song to rule them all: Space Jam. Slamming and jamming is my livelyhood When Jayski welcomes me to the jam
Pops, you watch too much TV.   I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,   That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.   Pops,
I can't live without him. Rather, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. He loved me when I was so empty that I might as well have been a corpse And because of his love I never became that corpse, rotting six feet under the ground. He taught m
All I need is airUndeniably the most important thingBut there's something differentAbout the air that I need
Live life without hindrance, please sir It is something taken for granted, all should have None of us truly do… not even you, do you defer? Might as well do it now, it is only gonna get worse  
Whatever I need... Is all I need Whether it be the love of my life Or a tiny flax seed Whether the world on my shoulders Or the sun's delightful rays The love of my life, and his beholders
In Out In Out           The breath escapes my lungs r u   s     h       i
The Abyss so dark and cold sucks my heart in and almost has my soul. The Abyss traps me inside and people pass by without a word of hope. Some push me in deeper into the Abyss
tick tock, tick tock i imagine the bells sound I'm taken to my own mind where the thoughts don't stop and I'm back in the past reliving the old days
"Invite me to your wedding," you said. Where were you? Where were you when I needed you most?
As I sit down in the dark corner I can feel the walls begin to slide, I feel trapped, trapped here inside As if this is my last goodbye.
Anything you can do, I can do betterI'm sick of you telling me I'm dumb WorthlessNothing. I'm sick of you telling me I'm a nagUseless.
Slam The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes. Slam The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up. Slam
Sweet songs,    sifting. Hold on,    hope’s in you. Dear child,    keep your lips widely speaking. Honey,    please smile.
Everything was foggy and I was breathless with the thought of the corners of the room haunting my existence with a smile. The shutters shuddered with sadness and I could relate all too much,
My chest is caving in, But there's nothing besides the weight of a t-shirt Against my skin, Yet my chest is heavy. And I must have been impaled with a bullet Because there's blood draining from my heart,
My bones hang loose. Shaking unconsciously With no rhythmic tune. There’s gravel in your eyes. Was that from when I Tried to run away? Did I spew up the ground when you Said it's too late? Now you're begging me to
Wind breaks my chest as you continuously blow me away. There’s something inside of me seeping through the gashes of your comfort, Telling me that the cracks within your embrace
October 27, 2015, 9:36 pm
The thing about anxiety is I may look fine from the outside, but On the inside I am erupting like a volcano. Except I do not get the privilege To explode in public.  I am forced to hide the bubbling emotions
Do you remember When you were a young, innocent caterpillar, When you basked in the warmth of the sun, Took pleasure in the breath of the gentle breeze,
eyes do not  age.  they'll always be bright enough dancing with light  to make the bluejays jealous and they'll be deep and mysterious enough to plant elm trees in  they're honest and so loving and 
Do I look like a criminal or rapist? I'm not a criminal and I'm not rapist I am angry. I am angry that people who support Donald Trump are proud of it
People who know me know I like to sleep To me it’s not about the relaxation, It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet. I love to dream I could be a graceful dancer Or find the cure for cancer
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I flew I fell  I dream I fear I wish I cry  I'll live I'll die I'll make mistakes   
She recuperates, Deserts fly,   Away cries the vast ceiling bat, Shatter my climbing dark vision,   "Don't forget!" Says the graveman, I'm never always alone, Always alone,  
Everyone says that college is all about drinking. That college  is all about sex.  They say college  is the time to party, 
Willing to giveAll that I haveBecause others may be in needPossessions mean nothingWhen you can't take them with youTo a place beyond life here indeed Willing to helpOne that's in lack I give, therefore I receiveWilling to learnWilling to teachWil
So here’s the deal:   You’ll spend 8 hours in a building where they’ll teach you math and science, but the only things you’ll learn are to keep your mouth shut and
I used to be fragile. As light as a feather. As delicate as a dandelion.   I used to be lost. So unsure of everything. Never knowing which road was better to take.   I used to be afraid.
There are many ways that I can define me My major, my gender, or my history. Lets start simple, something easy. My major is definitive, it's Biology. I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
There were just a few tears that come down There was a storm. . . A never ending, Silent storm . . . It's Ironic because there's a storm outside right now There was some hail as well, beating at the windows
Matter doesn't matter, it's chemicals that scatter. It's your food, it's air, it's water. It's human and nature. It's infinite space around us. It flows like rivers and falls like snow.
We put our things away, it was no longer time to play. We had our fun, now our summer is away. Though summer, I wish, would stay. Its crippling debt that makes me say so. Other wise Ide give winter time more of a go.
As if "getting better" makes up for the amount of time spent deciding if this constant allusion to her future is even worth the present
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school "freak," "weirdo," "loser," they would call me So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes She told me to get over it
It's like the taste of bitter coffee in the morning. Like a gaping hole in one's chest & a constant gnawing of bones & the drinking and drainage of blood.  
I am a voice for t
I am written. In words not many know. I am known by the font I type my stories with.
I’m from my mother's cooking
Who are we Who can we be? We go our whole lives being told we can be anything but can we? I think not If we could all be what we wanted there would be no difference would that be good would it?
I am a good old-fashioned girl. I knit, bake, sew, and crochet. My habits may seem backwards, But life is much simpler that way.   I am Modern. I take Pride In the way
  I am a Big girl with many problems
I'm pretty fucking great. Pshh, you know what they say... Okay, so I didn't start that way. I started by living my life on the day-to-day, had no friends, but what could I say?
There is a light behind my eyes
Skin. And beneath that, muscles. Nerves and vessels move between. Blood flows. Heart pumps. Legs and arms flex and relax. But is that me? Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows. Laughter echoes.
The choices I made were my own  The path I took was my choice  The things I did, the things I used 
I am a haiku. I am not what I once was. But change, change is good.
My reflection is in my eyes And in my hands They are always moving Trying to find an abode Trying to find a cause Looking upon the distant faces With no color to define them
I remember when I was little and I had this perfect family. I remember having 4 sisters, a mom and a dad.
The older generatio
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.  Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens. Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years with their roots consistently reaching further.
Is today a good day?  Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't. The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
Paint me like I amforget the stereotypes forgetjudgmentspaint me how I am on the insidecheerful, loving and caringpaint me smilingpaint me dancingpaint me into the horizon
the lies go on, never once ceasing hitting my heart as it continues bleeding   like a river of hate your speech spills out why do you do this? i just want to drown  
Life has it's ups and downs I know it may be hard Just remeber that there's someone who cares It can be Someone you may know Or Someone you don't know
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Ferguson It happens every day and no one notices It’s not the first time shots were fired At an innocent black man in the streets This time Ferguson next time Washington  
Awesome is life.
The snow falls from the white clouds Breathe.
Fuck I look like trying to change for your benefit and not for 
Creativity has basic steps: Show us something new. Show us something we've never seen before. Show us a display that has never before been seen. Creativity is seen, yes. Everywhere you look. Books,
No such thing as flawless, perfect, peerless; Only fallen varmints grubbing helpless, Guided by old books to find redemption And some vindication from above.   Perfect spirits all alike and charming,
Myself defined; distracted by other peoples definition of happiness while living a life defined by other people I was written, erased, re-wrote, RE-DEFINED by all these foriegn concepts, thoughts, ideas
Today I decided to show a little more skin, to feel a bit more sexier, to show off my womanly features that belong to MY body. So help me if I so happen to become a victim of violation, harrassment or dare I say, rape.
Me without a filter is a lot of different people. I’m someone else with each new environment. Some are sarcastic, some are analytical, most are honest to a fault. But all of them are real.
Little did you know when our world "Leaders" meet to talk, they talk not about how to create peace but strategies for war.
The common place routine fornicates foul truths of the mundane. We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Why do we assume the future will be brighter? Or to reach for the stars a little bit higher? When contentment is over looked like the shadows that follows before me, Greed is at a peak and there's no such thing as dignity
I'm dressed in luto because she's dead A dark mantilla adorns my head I'm clutching flowers and wiping tears Because I'm living in one of my worst fears La Calavera Catrina has my niece
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
There was nothing left.
Me
  I am a raging fire, Flames spit and hiss They are destructive, They are passionate, They are Me. I am a tranquil ocean,
Timid is new to me, You bring your presence near and I tremble from nervousness. I am strong and outspoken yet I blush when you come close. Who are you? Tell me where you are. You are everywhere and I am not
your mind starts to crumble like a sheet of paper written with words that no longer have meaning,
With no filter, I am me. Me is I, and I is she. She is me, and I love me. Me is amazing at listening to others. She loves to borrow clothes that are my mother’s.
Sorry America  Sorry that I am black Sorry that I wear hoodie jackets Sorry for eating skittles
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Hah. 
I've always hated the saying it will be okay because it almost never is.... i tell people that im okay im fine its all in my mind but the truth is thats all just an act....
There's this girl I know She's perfect in every way She will help me up when I'm down and listen to what I say   This girl I know of, has beauty beyond compare
If I tell you that I don't like your selfie, will you go off and hate me? If I don't have an Instagram, Does that make me a loser, man?
We are who we are. We are not the likes we get on insstagram. We cannot measure our beauty by the retweets our pictures get on twitter. We are stong and beautiful.
  They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Hah. 
They call where I live “The Bubble” “The Happy Valley” because whatever problems we face we hide behind photo shopped pictures with filtered solutions. Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
My hair is matted, as if swept by a tornado in the night, My sleepy eyes squint through the bright morning sun,
My parched mind searches far and wide,
This is it. The final score Never has it been this hard before Racquet in my quivering hand Do not go into no man’s land Everything has led to this
Reality is the filter.  It's paramount.  It advocates our aspects in every particle of air, it pumps the hue into our cheeks with every breath.  In every wave of light,
   
Get ready for the picture Take the picture Filter the picture Edit the picture
My personality is quiet,
In my own skin I am me Its hard to accept, hard to see Day in and day out I'm told differently That everyone should accept the beauty I must be My skin holds a story That can not be explained
Just once… That’s what she said once to ease the pain
Without my filter    I still laugh and smile with my friends    I still work hard and get good grades    I still play sports and try my best With my filter    I'm trying to be someone I'm not
Every word that he spoke dripped from his tongue like a melting popsicle as I was left to try and mop up the puddle. He was a 1000-piece puzzle, a puzzle I convinced myself I could single-handedly solve.
I'm me.  And I'm not sorry.   I'm not sorry that sometimes, I'm too honest. But who wants to be lied to? Not I.   Not I, who every time I see a cute guy I must say hi
the flower the vine. tubers and seeds, veins and leaves;
Why me? What did I ever to to you? No, it's why YOU! Why would you attack me? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? No, it's why YOU! Why do you think you can do this.
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
I only m
Sepia, black and white, Nashville, hefe, willo, Lo-fi, hi-fi, 1977   They all start to look the same After an hour or two. Oh wait this one looks good!
When the message becomes the means the master will remain supreme When visions emancipate themselves from dreams  Freedom eventually welcomes its slavery to the sight of things
I am an artistic soul. I sing, I dance, I make digital art. I am a diverse homosexual male With the essence of a female A flare of masculinity And a celestial heart.
  In a room full of people you will see me,  I'll look like the others so it will be hard to notice me, If you do you'll think that you've discovered me, You're mistaken and confused by an imagery,
I am a musician I’m no scientist I’m no mathematician I’m no historian I’m no athlete I’m no translator Nor will I be any of those things I am a musician So I will be a musician.
What do I look like without a filter? If you strip away the makeup, The clothes that are percieved as popular, And the facade that I wear almost every day, What is left?
My voice Is something which my ears fail to define When it kisses the air, it splinters Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks Hooking round my pores and Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
I think my life ahead in more than four or five paces. I think about the end. The finish line.  It all ends in tragedy.  Car crashes and infedelity.    I write really sad poems when I'm missing you.
i'm not perfect and neither are you. but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves is to stop putting just our filtered face forward and pretending that we are.
A wise man once said, "If we could physically base peoples apperances off of ones personality today, who would we consider beautiful?" I would argue that our perception would stay exactly the same
Stripping away, Exposing pieces that no one sees. Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be? Take away the filters, The makeup, The clothes that everyone sees. Reflect within and see myself,
Maybe I was blinded by love, or rather what I thought it was. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe it was my fault, or maybe it was yours. Maybe I was counting on so much more, banking on the feelings you told me you had.
Coffee Paper   We filter our pictures because others can’t filter their words,
I am a nerd. A textbook nerd. Glasses, braces, acne, freckles, a giant graphing calculator, (It actually clips to my belt) I play DnD in a basement.
  Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,   Warm lights strung above in a line--   When our eyes first meet,   Your warm hand touches mine,               
Cold concrete brings ache to his body—unforgiving Drops pour through a window onto his tired back Yearning for freedom, he begs for the light of the moon, Trapped in this nightmare, the pain will not fade.
She stares back at me with her brown squinty eyes,  her lopsided brows raised in apprehension. She raises her palm and her delicate finger taps the surface. "I know," she says. My eyes glaze over.
She knows who she is and knows what she deserves.   She sits upon a throne knowing the sky is hers.   Her walk says it all, her talk says it all.   Many people hate.  
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...
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop can be faded or everlasting. Blowing your breath along its surface and slide nimble fingers across and for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
Four years old -- my eyes open up wide
With my words as my paint
Dear Future Valentine,  
  And it’s all, just an act...
I've been lied to and cheated on, I've been hurt so many times I lost count.
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition   What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
I feel unnoticed The girl who stares at her feet while she walks the halls The one trying to get through another day just like you I know all of your names but do you know mine? why would you need to anyway?
On the other side of the glass
Everyday I wake up, I think to myself about  absolutely nothing, From the earliest hours where the sun hasn't even shown a ray, I rise thinking about absolutely nothing. That peace I get from nothing,
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow, Concealer, foundation; All to take me away from me.   Which filter to choose? How to cover up myself? Maybe people will like me now.  
People label each other, it's what they do.
There is a reason slam poetry
It comes without effort Yet it takes so much effort With the light it becomes burdensome In the dead of the night is where I find comfort.   Around noon everyone seems to "care"
  I am beautiful   Not the size 2, flawless skin, model type But the stretch marks, dark brown eyes, curvy type.  
Love finally found me, alone in my room, despair had eclipsed this old heart like the moon, covering the Sun and blinding my eyes, I called out to God and He heard my cries, I still feel the pangs of being alone, left here to suffer my mind is st
I have never really had a filter. Not a literal one, however. In a world full of cover ups and blind dates, I stand alone.
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes but looking at the evidence, who can deny? with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
i wake in the morning, having no warning, of how i would be looked at like i have on a funny hat.   i walk through the halls with no fear at all knowing that who i am
Yeah, I quit, so what? Our team was terrible, it sucked You could tell from the first games That weren’t on the same page I was hitting the ball, getting triples
When there is nothing left to do, I smile. not an ordinary smile though. It’s contagious. Infecting everyone around. Soon the whole room embraces the same type of grin. One that says,
  I am ….. Broken. By the strong reigns that peer pressure pulls towards me. Constantly fighting the battle of not being lonely No real father in my life honestly it’s not by choice
Most people wear makeup to hide their flaws and insecurities Some do it for the hell of it
I am flawless But for my flaws Perfect But for my imperfections Sacred Called by his name Alive Because of his resurrection.   I am small But souls heed no size
I am flawless But for my flaws Perfect But for my imperfections Sacred Called by his name Alive Because of his resurrection.   I am small But souls heed no size
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper. It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity. The pencil feels at home in my hand as it glides with precision.
"Who is this? Nigga on IG, always on posting pics.  Never get the chicks.  Always with the shits.  Man that nigga lame. I blow more L’s and got way more change”
When I was 13 years old, I was sent to a public school. My mom told me to stay strong. To be a tree. With no one to know and no one to know me, I stood alone in the forest society calls middle school.
Its dark and quiet.   Except my night light that shines like a star.  Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark.  My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul. 
    Scared. Scared is a word I could describe this as. But perhaps,  It's the gentle shedding. Of old skin, or weathered leaves. Both things changing.
I am a drop of sunshine in a doubt of uncertainirty.I am a comforting voice in a crowd of chaos.You have a hard time following me? Try harder, because I lead out.
I dont believe in love.Wait actually, I dont believe love exists.Just look at the world. People rape. People kill.We pollute. We bully.People hurt eachother.We hurt ourselves.
for the longest time i was
Behind the filter I am Sylvia. Behind the likes and "thumbs up" I am Lucy. Before the mascara I am a daughter. Named by my free spirited parents' Name sake of shimmering light in the forest. 
I'm white. I'm lower middle-class. I tan in summer and pale in winter. But is that me? Am I just a loose shell covering a jumbled amalgam of bones and sinew? My cells, my atoms, my DNA, just building blocks
No filter = no likes. No filter is like going on a date, without breaking the ice. (Which is a habit of mine) No filter is #Fresh Friday and no #Makeup Monday. No filter is usually me.
Baggy tees No Pants Nagging people don't exist.  Messy hair No makeup
F The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
Laying upon my bed of sorrow
I have memorized all the break up songs Cried a thousand times Remembered your beautiful eyes and face But… The memory of what’s behind it Breaks me up every time I want to say I love you
Perfect sunkissed moonlight hides the lines of my imper
What would I change?
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in   They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle  
Infinite number of uses Touching, holding, & transportation
Orange bubble
BASIC THATS WHAT THEY CALL ME BUT I AM FAR FROM IT. 18 AND FINALLY GOT THE STRENGTH TO SAY THAT I AM MORE THAN BASIC I AM EXTRAORDINARY. I MAY STILL BE A CATERPILLAR BUT I'll SOON BECOME A GORGEOUS ADULT BUTTERFLY
Its been a minute since I've felt it, so I'll start off with a hi.
I'm just now realising that my original plan is failing
Ashes and blackness and hate Swirl around the little nestling Struggling to survive the boorish world It longs to have its fire created But can never seem to bloom a spark  
Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
All around me I hear laughter, Yet I am not laughing. They did not hit me, but inside my soul is hurting. I look whole, but inside I am just a pile of broken pieces Waiting, hoping, praying
A ease of your suffering. 
If you take a look at me, with my piercings, my unnatural hair that feels more natural than the mousey brown I was born with, you can guess
Apparently you didn't want me  But I ain't Trippin' I'm Still Livin', I can listen to Drake all night and never get in my feelings And the shit we're going through  I tried to fix it 
How was it so easy to change on me We use to be so deeply in love That when you were sad, I cried When I was hot , You Sweated When i thought, You reacted If you had an enemy
What is it? Why is it? How? Lunar gone loony That Jamacian wants bacon My atlas is torn and all I can do is watch some porn and I slide---
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
Valencia   Merriam told me about how in fishing, a safety net can rid of impurities. I didn't tell her these were my insecurities. That within each creature, lie a heart, a soul, a mind- maybe.
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s] I am a complex math function  that you cannot understand. So, what do you do first? Step 1: Factor completely. Extract my primes and variables, 
Red Dresses by Clacie England   An invincible, cautionary soul Holds itself high above it’s worth No misgivings; a person is as tall as they want to be Breaking social stereotypes
We walk around, seeing the faces of people we think we know. When in reality, we don't know them at all.  Although, we claim we know them.
Who am I ? Im a young black African American teen. The one who always gets in trouble. Always getting locked behind bars. Six feet in the ground. Or a bullet wound. Who am I ?
Me and You I was your love and you were my babe Sounds cliche and cheesy but why not hun Just a couple of kids who secretely liked the other for years But this was not known until recent
There's something you don't understand.  Maybe it's the different lives we live Maybe it was what I was wearing
Some people out there in this world hide many things.
people keep wondering what the definition of love is. some say its when two individuals have strong feelings for each other, or sex, maybe even abuse.
Who's wild and crazy A girl who's set free someone who listens but can talk to those in need
I was staggering, drunk, holding onto my cousin as if she was now my physical crutch as well. It was pitch black, the trees surrounding us, and if they weren't attached to mother earth,
Do you feel that?  That feeling of pure satisfaction and highness? Oh, how I love that feeling.  The feeling of the liquid being push into my viens, 
I see them down the halls  Hear their hatred along the walls. Do they not care? Their words are something I cannot bare.  Why must they pick on me? All I want is to let be. 
for good and all
 Green eyes turtles live
Butterflies, sweaty palms, a new embrace.
I had been dating a boy for two years, seven months, and twenty eight days when he raped me.
Me at my core is nothing more than a little boy Who wanted a pet dinosaur A boy who wanted to become rich and famous and become a candy connoisseur
Me
Im not like you. Im too much like me.
At 21 years of age it is easy for me to describe my failures
She lays still on the ivory bed Her pale face devoid of life I sit near her and hear the rhythm of the machine It's taunting sounds beating at my chest How weak of me as I wait
I was a fool A fool for thinking Thinking That we could work  You and me forever But that forever is now never Because I was a fool  
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,
Okay soNice to meet ya but I wouldn't wanna be yaBecause being myself only gives me a spellA kind of happiness one could never tell
I'm flawless! I'm handsome, i'm intelligent, and I'm FLAWLESS. No problems ever come my way, today is my day... to show the world that I'm flawless. And all of my worries, leave my mind in a hurry, because i'm flawless.
I am passionate. When I love something, it is more than love; it is a clawing, aching, inescapable need for more of it. I love movies, a lot.
There’s a woman there, I can see her. She stands out to me, it’s her eyes. Something about the way she’s staring back at me grabs me.
Do you know what it's like to live every day Dreading your life in every way? Fearing you'll never be good enough The minutes get longer and your life gets tough.   And how about that body of yours
Like long standing mountains, I am weathered and flawed, Made beautiful by life's disastrous, awesome turns. I am insecure, Searching for meaning in a life I once thought I did not deserve.
You are probably wondering what I look like without a filter I have Flaws Too many to count My forehead is too big My mouth too wide My skin too dark I have black heads
Facebook, Twitter, the 'Gram It's all make believe, like a fairytale People will go to the 'Gram,
A long, long time ago Yesterday
I want young girls to be able to look in the mirror and not want to cry because someone made them believe they were "too curvy" for their liking.
When you look at my face, clean and makeup-free, what is it you see? Do your eyes linger on the dark bags my blue eyes carry? Does the mole by my hairline distract you from your initial thoughts?
I am weak.My skin is crisscrossed with
What if smiles were traded like currency? Service with a smile is a requisite Not a nicety Government bailouts Would nevermore distribute unevenly Vibes are consistent Zeal is flourishing
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,
Corrosive stares deteriorate the fragile filter my fears create. This pseudo sense of normality, is a dam for my creative profligacy.   Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
Here I am.  All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow. Is it slow?
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,
I know that I am more shallow plains than mountain tops, I am more gladiator than gambler, more human than man, more rusty fork than sliver spoon, more explicit content than censored radio,  
Sexual preference  Is not just sexual preference Is spiritual preference
Insercurities seem to control us, drive us to do strange things. Plastic surgery, aneorxia, 
As long as I can remember, I have tried to compose love like a chemical formula with me as the main component: mixing different elements of a relationship, always using the wrong variables, never reaching that perfection I was searching for.
How does it feel to be trapped behind a screen? In a world without dimension where perception is key. We iron our hair and puff out our lips in hopes that they don’t see What’s real?
Who am i? I am me, myself, and I l am not you, him, or her,
Her smile is unfit, as it illuminates beyond the masses,
See, society has this pre-conceived ideaabout how a black personespecially a black girlshould act.  
World hunger, what a shame, This is a real problem, its not a game, So many sit back and watch, and they are lame, Get up and help to make a change, Once everyone has food on thier plate,
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
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.
Like Thunder Roaring Through The Night  The Sounds of Boom Get Louder Like A Gun Shot Over The Horizon Cries of Fear Heard From Street Corner To Street Corner Trees Are Falling Like Soldiers In A Great War
When did hair define my intelligenceI'm blonde but I'm not dumb.
Reality is the harshest form of rejection. So Ill tell you while I have your attention.
Don't worry I've swept away so many times might as well live in the bristles of a broom,
You are just another face. You are a statistic. A number that can be manipulated. You are a small piece of a chart, Put into a section, By someone who doesn’t know your story,
I am the girl that you see in photos without any makeup,
For decades you’ve used our bodies as your pincushion
I have a special affinity for the x-ray machine,Faultlessly highlighting my bones, heart, and spleen.
I am more than a genetically modified organismThat was constructed for scientific research. 
Small with a big attitude Accompanied by an even bigger mouth A sweet, loving smile that will quickly turn into a pout Kind of boy crazy... okay maybe a lot Can't blame me, I mean some are quite hot.
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' . I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you". I'd try , but nothing would  come out . I'd go mute. I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
Hostile   Everyone will agree     That is what I am.
When I put a picture up on facebook, I strive for people to see I'm happy, I hide all the stress, Pretend there's no pain, and act like it's everything okay. I don't use a filter, and I don't use vignette,
   Behind these bright eyes, happy face, and childish glow, are scars deep within my soul. I may be young but it is not hard to grasp,
I'm a shitty photographer no way around it They all come out the same tilted to left, skewed and half-hazard No gels, lights, editing, or daggers can make an image of mine appealing inward or outward
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next  i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination 
My heart made of gold holds intentions so true Reveal to me your demons held inside of you Open up and let your guard down a little bit too Releasing your pain is just what I'll do
The lighting has to be perfect, tilt this way like that I have to get my hair right, perfect in the back I need to be beautiful by the majority at least I need to look like someone, someone other than me
Yeah, everyone knows me as that blonde girl with the perfect body that's never missed a church service, Or an opportunity to help the needy.  Perfect grades and a high G.P.A., nothin'n  acceptance letters.  
College kids party. I don't. Isn't that enough?   Loner, describes me. From parents, from friends, from doctors.   I'm not. I dream. I act.
Though the world is turning without stopping people stop in the middle of the street daily to take a little selfie. Whether it be for Istagram, Facebook, or twitter you have to make sure you look perfect without posting.
Sometimes you have to reflect Look back to the past Take a trip down memory lane Pop some Advil because there will be pain Close your eyes and start What's the first image that crosses your mind?  
True beauty, something I wish I'd seen more, So sue me, something I don't look to screens for. The true me, not afraid to stand for dreams or the new me, something the old me would fiend for.  
I am that poor girl whose waning hope gave birth to passion Or perhaps I am a pupeteer with a marionette by the name of "Semantics"  Some days I am the crisp morning drizzle
Through a window you think you can see the other side
Click. Selfie. What I’m wearing to school. How did I get the clothes? Modeling, working hard. Click. Selfie. What I’m doing at school. Studying, friends, teachers. Create explosions and fire.
It's 12 am and I'm starting to realize that I literally want no one else but you and I only want to touch and draw on your skin and I only want your hands on me and I only want to comb my fingers through your hair and I only want your lips to e
I am Crystal. With no filter, I am free to speak my mind
Hoping for destination, she  gropes toward brightness, across spaces like tundras.
I am soft. Sensitivity is mistaken for weakness  and yet it is the one true strength. To care, to love, to cry.   I have fought my battles with tears in my eyes But I won the war.
I will not be deluded I will not be covered up or watered down I will not change the way I look to try to conform to society’s ideas I am unique
Without anything to cover us from the real world We will show people our true colors Who we are, really What we are, actually   Many are afraid to do this To show the Demon hidden behind the mask
Behind the curtain everybody sees, a light so bright that cannot be reached, An eternity full of shame, Lies, resentment, and carelessness, All so young yet so dark, It used to be great,
The world tried to filter me, To screen me before I came. They told me, "This is what we want to see, Please disguise your ugly pain."   "No one likes a whiner," they'd say,
I've learned to enjoy these walks alone Breathing in the cool, crisp Autumn air. With each breath I am renewed. Alone with my thoughts I realize How beautiful the leaves are, How majestic the trees are,
I may not be a 4.0 student, But I am very pudent, I take rigorous classes, Even though i do not wear glasses.   #nofilter
On this world of 7 billion Me? I'm 1 in a trillion Unlike some of you out there, I voice my opinion and do not care If you think I'm right or wrong That's the secret to staying strong. 
“No Filter” you say, as I read the screen It’s simply written, yet harder than it seems. Filters are hidden, but omnipresent through life And without our awareness, they’re becoming our vice.
Me
To describe me, you would have to think of the ultimate geek, without the look I'm the type of guy that loves to play football, but also read a manga book I love to run, and run. till my lungs feel like they're gone
I am a DREAMER. This world isn't complicated, grey, confusing, or bland. This world is full of opportunity and color. What we can do is LIMITLESS.
It all closes in on me I’m suffocating Gasping for each breathe I can’t fill my lungs There’s not enough oxygen   The pressure eats at me I’m worn down Struggling to make ends meet
Master Mind
Walking in the hall of high school, masses of students passing you by. Some recognized you and wanted to compliment your stylish clothing.
Everything is created In a Bang We bang to create life The Universe bangs to create Life We bang ingredients to build a cake We bang our heads to make a mistake. Everything is just a bang.
On Always on In our hands we look Lighting up our face Words flash color bash technology hold us And we can let go
He Stood Tall Forever growing Tall as a mountain Larger than a Building He's an Idea that is always growing
Joy
One day you were there By my side Hand in hand Than one day you left No words were spoken you Were Gone Waiting for you Hoping someday  You'll return.
I have been writing for almost a decade now and what I’ve learned Is that poetry is damn dangerous, But it is the only safety I’ve ever found in my life.
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere In some way shape or form bullying is going on. This needs to stop.  I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
Mirror, Mirror. you can see me, but can you hear me?   Please tell me you're not like them, you don't just see what's on the outside, you can hear me.   You know me,
Pay attention to the eyes,  the windows to who she really is.   Meet Miss Hyde. Spontaneous she is  Outspoken, yet respectful. Life of the party and responsible Definition of style,
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,
I remember the dark road The road I left behind I remember the knife in my hand and  the thought in my mind. For so long I sat My dreams were all blind But I would no longer wait
What were we all waiting for?
Society Damned if you do
To be honest,  Society, It's the worst, And it's the best.
I am sick of this. Aren’t you?
Underneath the scars That cover my skin  And the fabric of my being within Caked in the long extant scab that once was a collection of thin scrapes,
When I close my eyes I'm travelling with backpacks hanging off of me they aren't heavy because they're just enough
I stand at the horizons of other men,
I hide behind a mask of hurt, insecurity and rejection. Maybe its because I was never a boy's first selection, not having an hour glass figure really killed  
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
A man once told me He told me you see That you can be anything You wish to be   But what he says And what I see Are nothing but visions Of obscurity   The mirror reveals
I come from rice and beans The food of my people
"I love you, sweet heart" No, you wanted me. "You're my little girl" No, I was your toy. "I didn't hurt you" Yes, you did.    "You're such a spaz" I'm sorry, I just get excited.
Who am I?Friend or foe?
It’s too easy to fake a smile, force a laugh, say “I’m doing well”   It’s too easy to go with the flow, to become clichés, to rely on autopilot.   It’s too easy to slather on foundation,
Being two people at the same time is hard.
Rumor has it that scars of gold kept you hidden behind a veil of words that were forbidden to hear, and the tattoos of watercolors began to slosh around on your marble skin, until no single pigment could be found.
I stand behind the curtains of an unaccepting society Pulling at the seemingly infinite weight Yearning to be nothing but myself   The curtain weighs down with He/she
I protest - Not for peace in this  world - We will have no peace - I protest - I Scream for thought - I refuse  to remain at peace -
For personal use
            "The road less traveled" Frost was and is still onto something. We, humans are so scared and dependent: Waiting for someone establish and cultivate a barefaced modus operandi.
When I had no place to go, your door was closed.  And when I knocked, I heard it lock. So I let the rain cover me, and as it flows with my tears, I know that I will soon have to face the mirrors.
Fidgeting, sweating palms, racing heart- Please relax I say; my insecurities can rip me apart. I'm so scared, on the fringe of fright. This disorder makes me believe that I'm not at all bright.
Beauty comes from the roots
Dear mom, 
People judge me by the looks and the actions they see daily. It is hard to show them the real me. The reason I don’t show the real me because I’m afraid
"Shes strong beautiful has the whole world at her hands"  yet shes sad scared and surrounded by everyone yet feels so alone  "Shes Beautiful.."  She Cant stand to take full body pictures  "Shes confident"
My illness defines me, I see no way around it. They don't believe in me, They think me weak,  They think me fragile,  They think me suicidal. The people who should care for me. 
I am a slave to their words, a mutt in their eyes, for bastards like me were not meant to survive, I have the face, the nose, eyes, and lips of a Salabie, a rich man’s name,
  I am not being Only a swelling soul that lies within
  I was handed a mask at a very young age. Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
I’m on the inside looking out Biding my time till I can stride out I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat But these durable bonds are unbreakable My unlivable cage is indestructible I yearn to be free
I am her. I am that girl who is the most liked in school. I am that girl who everyone loves. I am that girl that everyone admires. I am that girl who all the school boys like.
I don't know what you see But is it really me I hide behind so many different things Sweats on the regular Books are more interesting Very few friends Because I am no means to an end
The sun is rising. It’s time for another day I get up Put on my mask Pull the curtains shut Start playing the hologram. There’s a person moving across the stage
Do you know the girl behind the mask? Everyone thinks they do; they could not be more wrong.  Photography saved her when pain changed her, Reality made her the very thing she had feared;
Who am I? Who are you? A mirror. I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
Changes don’t happen overnight;  but if they did, think of it this way: dusk is the beginning of the bad stuff. The darkness sets in slowly, and then all at once,
I wake up to darkness and trip my way to the bathroom click the light illuminates the reflection of a stranger I have worn my mask so well it has become who I am
 
In grade 7, I had an idea. A man. He leads a tiresome, boring life, And when he sleeps, He escapes in his dreams. How beautiful, I thought, A man so in control of his dreams.
I walked on broken glass,
How I long for the center stage To be finally out of this mental cage How I wish to be who I want to be and to live happy, properous, and carefree   But if I show my very true form
Warmth enfolds me. The cleansing current upon my spine, without it I'd be filthy, and safety no longer mine.   I remain concealed, behind this curtain, due to my most solemn doubt.
Walking thru those double doorsThe real me is at t
A friendly face, for friends and family, naive grins, boisterous laughs, plastered across their visage.    A familiar fellow, warm, kind, and blithe, never a stranger, or visitor,
   
A facade of what you want me to be. You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant You want smart, I am intelligent You want silent, I am mute When people need me I am there
The man behind the glass mirror striding with the shadows the voice behind the tranquil singer is he deep in care or is he shallow?   He is neither subdued nor self-centered
All that separates us is a curtain.   The one you’re looking at- The side made of Sugary pink fabric- Is the side I show you. I decorate it with Bright lights of hopes,
It surrounds me. It consumes me. The black fog that fills my mind.   It only comes when I'm at my lowest. It knows when it's welcome. That's the problem, I welcome it. With open, raw arms.
Why should I feel lesser because you are jealous? Why should I feel like I should jump off a moving train because I have friends? Why should my best friend belittle me for making changes in my life?  
We want change. We want a revolution. We want to make a difference. We want peace. We want to stop seeing young people dying in the streets. We want equal love for everyone. We want to mean something.
Fiting into my jeans is almost as difficult as fiting in with everyone else. The fear of never being wanted is almost as scary as my fear of being "that girl."
I am strong. I can stand tall and proud. I can tak care of myself. I can do anything. I can be anything. I can take on the world all on my own. I am an independent woman dammit.
I am a wallfower around, but never really noticed. To others it seems like I have my life together, but actually I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. To my friends I'm the quiet one who's along for the ride.
You apologize for everything—even though it’s not your fault.
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There was a conversation that never happened Not even a deleted scene More like a storyboard Lost An idea cut from the first draft    And you are costarring
When you ask me who I am there's so many ways I could view it, 
my sweet love
Shuffles of papers of decks of cards Rearrange, restage the stars. “I like stars.”  Reception: laughter.
The gates have cracked The walls have fallen I don’t want to go back I found myself here I cannot let this go
Why do I feel like I have to hide, If we are all a little broken inside? Maybe I am ashamed or at times a little scared, but I shouldn’t have to feel this way. I wish I could make them accept me,
My life has been full of secrets My thoughts much protected My personality a big puzzle
My Reflections As I stand between two mirrors I expect to see my own reflections But I don't The mirror in front of me I see the relfection of a warrior A warrior with a vicious look and a sly smile
I've made a deal with Mephistopheles, One signed in crimson blood.  I resigned a significant portion of myself To a hell in which you can't even imagine And for no greater reason than
My first hour I'm a zombie
Little ones, afraid of the dark, know more than we do. They know secrets are in the dark,
When people see me They don't really see me The smiles The laughs The "I-don't-really-give-a-fuck-about-it-all" attitude Is what keeps me safe
My own chest seizes at the sound of sobs Watching rose petals fall from their stems with ease Remember  How a touch of sweat will form ink globs
"A Poem Written at One in the Morning on a Random Thursday" or "Maybe Curtains and Masks Aren't So Bad After All" or "A P
This is what happens when I speak my mind. "All you do is complain all the time." This is why I can't be me. Because, you see, to me, my life is just not complete.
Respect... such a simple thing yet it is something that is earned
I know I'm not perfect.   Thick thighs and basic brown eyes, Stretchmarks from growing too fast, Calloused fingers from instruments, sports, painting, drawing, writing, clumsiness, and burns,
What constitutes a mask?For me, bright eyes, dazzling smiles,and false perfectionsconceal the truth.
Im fearless and flawless with my feet on the ground And I keep going with my head in the clouds  My heart beat, beats and I'm not slowing down  I stand out from all of the crowds  
I woke up like this. Natural. No makeup.   I worked for this. Curls. Products and oil.   I threw this on. Clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie.  
If I were less afraid I would have turned myself inside out and shown you even the darkest sublevels of my conscience.  I would have scooped out my thoughts Like the innards of a pumpkin
you like b
There is something holding me back Perhaps a nagging feeling in my head? Every time I see a reason to offer help I tell myself I would jump At the opportunity.  
Daughter of an Irish man,
I am 16, nearing the end of the 2nd cycl
Following an empty roadAnd down a narrow path
Arrant and austere, Highs and lows. No in between Just excessive extremes Of commendable and baneful times, Blissful and despairing moments That altered me Into whom I am.
Curtain? What curtain? My face screams agony wherever I wander Between the lines of a soft smile And the Gap in my two front teeth I laugh, for the pain is too great
Chin up Eyes open This is you You are here You are real   The darkness has finally faded No one can bring you down No one can hurt you.   
staring at a crowd- a clique of friends but, alas, I am not one of them walking on the outskirts, outsider looking in sitting in the back, needing some oil for my tin congratulations I'm the first one
Do I need your approval, For anything in my life? Do I need your judging, your input, your thoughts?   I'm stubborn aloof, unemotional. But, I'm creative, ambitious, original.
Day by day boisterous people walk my way I sit in classrooms with people who speak their minds Their confidence is so high they don't care what they say Oh how I wish I could be the same way
The world only sees What I want them to see The true me is a mystery I crumble behind the scenes   I smiled once today And it was a miracle, see, For the first time in months
Is this me? Who have I become? Why am I different? This new person seems weaker
The doors open for shows at seven, And prohibit customers past eleven. When the time comes and the clock strikes the hour, Hundreds of people charge into the tower. Swarms of customers all rushing about,
At the break of dawn, after the sun’s come and gone, When it’s pouring rain, when you’re in searing pain, When the icy wind blows, and the gray clouds snow, After two hours of sleep, and all you want to do is weep
 I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
This brown paper bag claims to be me, A me that is free, and pulsing with personality A me that is open, gentle, and kind. A me that cuts deep!... With the wit of my mind.
I speak loudly and I speak proudly about everthing about me Ask me any question and I'll give you a dissertation I wear my heart on my sleeve And so it's hard for people to believe
When I look in the reflection all I see is perfection. A goddess!  Sparkling eyes lined with black, large lips covered with red, eyebrows on fleek.
Let me start off by saying I was a victim, I was beat down and taken advantage of, Three girls, those were my bullies Physically, emotionally abusive. I was told that I'm black and ugly,
just smile because it’s easier than to confess just wave as if somebody could care less just go and maybe you’ll soon progress just stand even if you’re below the rest   they say
Dancing around as if no one is watching when there are many eyes  Coming up with catchy tunes that can appear on the radio Dressing in a style that is whimsical, free, and unique
On the steep ledge, i reached behind me a flower appeared of the ordinary as my eyes started to close the world seemed to immediately freeze i forced my lids open and trembled in the cold quiet breeze
I sit in class bored out of my mind The teacher reads, but I'm far behind Hamlet's asking, "To be or not be?" I'm asking, "Do I want to be me?"   Do I have to decide right here and now?
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies, You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise, It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
My color for years has been gray, Whenever I showed my true colors poeple would stray away,  They dont realize my enthusiasm was my raw ambition,  Although their opinions sting its their ammunition,
I remember how the shackles fit since I was three years old  and noticed that my brother had cars and I had an apron lined with  silver bars, they trapped my dreams they hid my screams under a noxious smell
The crevices of my soul Are left untouched by the purest of men. They do not craft me, I craft myself. A pretty picture I paint to the world,
I've heard it said that to see a mans true face, you need only give him a mask. 'Why give someone something we all construct anyways?' I ask. 
Flawless... long legs, beautiful face, gorgeous body. Those are merely simple definitions that describe a little piece of this passionate word.
Who do I say, Do I say that I am? What am I now, Am I now that I was? When will it be, Will it be truly me? Where does this end, Does this end with a dream? Oceans rolled,
Soft little kitten, not quite yet a cat. Sick of the secure and warm caring lap. Wanted to explore and do things on his own.
My drive is singular, self-relient, unparalleled. So please, back five feet away- It is for your own safety. She is composed of the finest leather seats; Durability.
I woke up like this,Dark skinned
I’m not supposed to call it mine My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps.  Somehow saying it isn’t mine makes it okay
Bullets fly and music blares at the moon 6 at night. Essay, study, skip the bed,
I stand before the world in two places,
I laugh, I play, I laugh some more, And make sure that the world is smiling. I watch and joke and play along, Not once do I think of reti'ring.   Just one, now two, now three then four,
I see this man.
When  I look in the Mirror I  am Flawless I have two brown eyes that you know are so rare
This is "state of mind"- Mine, but is mind "the dwelling?" Or is it the heart?
Masks are a tricky task. Something we can only percieve. They lead to schemes,screams and being mean.   
I was quite fearfully made my love for Him continues as my faith remains the same.   The open-minded turn back as for me I strive to be a faithful disciple from His tremendous example.  
Mom, Dad, I have a confession to make
Look in the mirror...   Dang, that's nice! I like what I see? Maybe...   Look at my grade...   Dang, that's nice! I like what I see? Heck yea!  
Who am I? to be exact. Well don't we all wonder that. We each think we are one way or another, but act so differently with eachother. Myself, I think I'm curious and smart,
 Wondering if I'll ever be perfect in your eyes I try to stay strong enough to survive the pain I feel on the inside, I feel so lost and hidden while you stand so tall and confident,
A girl born mid February Such little did they know Soon leaping, skipping, dancing girl They planned to watch her grow   They took her home that very night
Curtains I hide from myself From the fears The doubts The insecurity I show a different me A me that is confident Joyful Loving
The human hear
Flaws and All   They say,"Just make sense of it all". When all I see is confusion. I let these pieces fall where they may until I'm disillusioned.
A pretty face with dark brown eyes,  
Keep my gaze down,Headphones glued in my ears.Smile at the right moments.Do the right moves, say the right lines,And no one will ever suspect a thing.No one will know that I struggle.
I'm not going to lie I'm full of flaws I'm full of imperfections I'm diiferent, but that difference makes me shine brighter than the sun I'm flawless in my own WAY
"Hard work beats talent when talent dosn't work hard." A quote from the superstar Kevin Durant entering his rookie season.   You push so long and feel as if nothing is moving forward,
Beep Beep Beep Beep BeepWake up ugly, here's anouther day to be made fun of.What is that on your face?Anouther pimple?Well it'll have to do.Four pounds of makeup, and you're still barely presentable.
I can't appear from an open curtain, I am quite rather uncertain, because everyone already knows wo I am, I don't understand, How to appear from an open curtain.  
Oh that the lovely flower, which has everlasting powerGhost that holds the flower has taken an hourWho, by chance will grow?And no one will ever showBut, if the winds decide to blow
While she sought an escape, Narcotics became her answer; So I had to drape
Silently in the halls I walk Thoughts and images crowd my head No words exist to let me talk Rogue feelings weigh me down like lead   I've built stories inside my head
I don't understand why in today's world It's sexy to be thin To have so little fat, so little curves It's just bones under skin And among so many beautiful girls  Not one of them loves
Education though, it's awful. I walk into school and want to turn around and go School sucks and should be unlawful. Education though. Education isn't fun but you know what is? Waffles.
I am Flawless Not Flawless in the sense of, Perfect bouncy curls that catch the sunlight Smooth skin without blemishes A slim figure, but still womanly These things are not what makes someone Flawless
Flawless Dancer   The lights brighten and the curtain rises. I stand motionless...                          Shaking.
Looking at the long mirror I go to peek at the astonshing image shown I see a confident girl looking cute in her school's plaid skirt she seems ready to charge the day.
I melt in his gaze
Here I am with you over there
I can't always pretend That I've got everything together, Showing no emotion like a man. I can't always wear a brave face When things plummet downhill. I want to disappear without a trace.
Why say how I got this flawless? Everyones perfect God did not create you jawless. So speak up erect, With dignity and pride. Tell EVERYONE who'll hear No matter who you are, thin or wide
I step onto the stage ready to entertain, but people do not know Behind the curtain I left my shame. Fantasies are what they are seeing. What draws you into hell? Why do they bother hearing
Driven, empowered Anything is possible Eyes locked on the sky
What makes me flawless is my beauty, My beauty is not only on the outside but also in the inside. What makes me flawless is the love that I have towards Rene. My flawless love towards him is unending.
Lost in mind Lost in heart. Clouds lay my mind Confusion rest in my heart. Decision are made Only when the mind is clear. Choices are best When the heart is rest.
Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,
People look at me they wish that they could be a swimmer like me. My hair has become a beautiful blonde color from the amount of chlorine  that is absorbed by it everyday.
Flawless is now mistakes  Flawless is perfection  Flawless is dents and scrapes  Flawless is scars and brokeness Flawless is you and I  Flawless is loving more not less Flawless is at least you try
My pits are flawless It's a weird trait But it's true Smooth skin Light hair Deodorant commercial quality I love my armpits Few people can say
Engulfed in a deep slumber, I hear the eradicating sound of the alarm clock. As I slowly come to my senses,
they ask me, If you could be straight, would you? but things would've been different if i got to choose,
Energy rich, Soul deep The true-self Cannot be broken.  
I am a calm guy who loves hockey. I wonder where I'll end up career wise. I hear the stress my parents exert night after night. I see smoothe ice ready to be played on. I want a life with no worries, stress free.
~a heart once so pure Heavy with burdens ~Smiles turn to gold Shy to break, soft to hold ~molded in flawless to be just flaws ~A heavy broken smile is all I am
My hair was too long, but I cut it and it’s too short My mouth was too loud, but I shut it and there’s still sound My heart was still aching, but I broke it and it still beats
Addicted. Insecure. Lonely. Boring. My curtain hides me keeps me from being hurt again. It hides how lonely I am How much I crave touch But I'm too afraid to reach out for it.
Look at that tree All scratched up and worn With it's branches turning  Towards the sun And even with it's diversity It remains flawless The branches provide shade
Some people hide behind a curtain, But I wear a mask.  My mask needed no purchase,  It came with my costume of skin, and can not be recieved via pay pal nor cash. I wear this mask every day
The thick red vale that hides my face makes me claustrophobic. The smell of my faults and failures over rides my senses. Let me out. Let me out! Always happy on the outside.
The past is hidden behind the wall, But tonight I am the Belle of the ball.
"come out", "come out and play, ive got muffins," They say
Behind the curtains you could find, a mystery so deep, no soul itself merely could define. She was a beautiful disaster, awaiting to unfold. Shielded from the bitterness of society, one that can be so cold. 
A size two is the acceptable lo
There is a me behind the mask I look in the miror and try to ask About my past to see a me that no one else can really see or be a person I want to be and in person to really see who is the real me
Some people love me for who I am Others hate me for what they see Some respect me for what they see Others look down on me for who I am   I make mistakes I embarrass myself
Cheers to the unforgettable memor
I was given the name Colin They didn’t want me called Colon
When  was young, my first word was "Momma"
please dont ask me to write about our love or about us at all   because i can only write poetry on the things that kill me   and if you want a poem from me
You didn't tell me you  loved me in so many words   but in the way you looked at me and held me   you didn't tell me goodbye in so many words  
It sucks being the ugly, quiet, rude, sarcastic, emotionally unstable friend with the attention span of a goldfish.
A cry echos as a childs first breath is taken in this world the joy in his mother the pride in his father
If I didn't change methen I don't know how I'd beI've lived my life through broken memoriesof who I once wasmixed with all the people who have shaped meinto the thing I am today
look into my eyes  you will see blue  look into my heart 
Dear little angel, I love you so I'll never ever let you go Since my heart to you belongs I thought I'd put it in a song You'd laugh and cry and fall asleep Your body was just too weak
God, I lie under this towering oak, The whole of nature at peace in this silent still shot, In the frigid November, Utterly confused. A year ago,
  The only time I believed in you,
Pure white porcelain 
This prison wall, this masquerade drains life Every time I fall into it's trap. I all alone build barriers from strife, Though hurt inside I still force out a laugh   I paste a smile no matter what I feel
Play Pretend Imagine: There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
Sometimes I'm the Earth. I have a thin Yet impenetribaly dense  Crust all around me.  Nobody is allowed to go in.  Nobody.  Unless they want to burn to death with me. 
If this title defines who I am to society, Shouldn't it speak volumes? It should -  But fuck society! I am a proud, closeted pansexual With a romantic heart and a dirty mind.
There are mountains we must move in life To get to the hills we sit atop To watch the sun rise and set. I lag from a torn leg and a broken heart, But the blisters on my feet tell me, "It's okay to struggle."
man my minds a train wreck so explosive but nobody knows what's going on cuz I show no emotion. I don't feel the need to tell people my problems.simply because my problems are my problems.
Whisper in my ears “I love you” For it is an act of my ecstasy Those words I live for daily The love we shared eternally   Whisper in my ears “I love you” For it etched a tattoo in my soul
How heavy was I for 9 months? Was I a bothersome lodger? Did I ruin your sleeping pattern? Through my kicks and summersaults?   As a toddler I ran around You chase and caught me with tickles
Started my day before sunrise Started my day after noontide Started my day at witching hour 16 or 12 hours, all shifts I devour   Started my day with sarcastic smiles
My heart was once your home. Lucky for the girl who have your heart now Lucky, for she finally captured what was once mine. Be happy, I know you already are.   I want to be happy for you
I love my dimples I love bellowing laughter I love being loud.   I love violin I loe making punny jokes I love seeing smiles.   I love uniqueness Because I am not like you
Do I even know the true me? He's hidden in the darkest alley
            Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
It's dark in here. I'm dark in here. I'm not myself in here. I'm alone in here.   People all around me are moving. Im standing still. There is no one to love in here.
Me. I am a simple person. I strive to be the best. Perfection. I am dedicated. Strong. Proud. I am smart. Beautiful. Joyous.   Me. I am an intricate person. I long for rest. Tranquility.
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination.   Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
I am a bird.My voice holds the powerto sing you to sleep—to lull you into a dreamlike state of mind.
Sometimes love isn't enough to keep loved ones from breaking It's part of this game we're all playing, dark against light, Who will win?  
Behind her mask,
              I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
Though I smile each time you see meAt a glance you say my eyes glistenI feel alone while thousands swarm around meThe tears filling the corners of my eyes plead for you to listenI swore they were all accidents
My mom likes to  think I'm just like her That I love crowds of people and constant noise That I love calling all attention to myself And that I like conflict My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
A structure alone Of jointed bones With a thin layer Of mortal beauty Fair skin and dark eyes Fair heart and dark mind Oh I pray that this Is all there's to me
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover   that up.  Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion,    regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
No one knows you like I do. We both hide there, behind the curtain. The red one, stained with tears, resentment and fears  accumulated over the years.  
It uplifts me to know I have beauty on the inside and out
From the moment I walk into the door, Up runs a familiar face. Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider, A small rosy tounge drips with excitement.   The only sounds to be heard are
I am lusting after the red melon green lights making amber on your skin
A cool wind blows past my shoulder I turn to you and you look back to me Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
I love the rain not because of the smell or because it makes the flowers grow but because when I stand beneath it I can breathe I am made anew It washes away my transgressions
Your eyes Benjamin, why do they droop? Why new quarter, do you feel like plastic? Why, paper dollar, are you so thin? What makes you valuable? Money.  We kill trees for corporate needs. 
Love is a twisted game  An unsolved case It's a shame Flowers in a vase 
Music is the key  to everything that flees
I love the sharp pain And the loud bang Of a laced leather glove Driving through your brain   Many call it " the salvage science" I call it organized violence.
what a thing
What would I change? Shall I start with the ignorance haze Consisting of obscuring fear Blinding people to yell, "The end is near!"? When they cause their end And the farewells to their friends
Who am I?  A question even I don't know, For this face I do deny, And body try to hide,  This mask as my disguise,  Every mirror will catch my eye, To eat I have to try, Anorexia.  
It is you, are the one   Out of all the things I love I could talk about you the most   A year ago, you found me Drenched in a shirt of tears Struggling At the brink of losing hope
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait... I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain. Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say. Because I am a king, ayee.
Hello, my name is SomeBody And this goes out to society and everybody that refused to let me be me Becaue yall led me to believe that I had to live up to the standards and expectations that yall and society told me had to be
If i could change a thing it'd be my community in my school for all of us to be us even if we wore a hat or not so we wouldn't have to face alone the terrors that ensued
Time seems fluid.            You and I are just floating through. Time stretches on and on,             Until the day has ended               And the darkness is surrounding. The rising sun
I begin with a universal statement: Growing up sucks. being caught in the in between sucks in a lot of ways,  and everyone has dipped their toe in the primordial pool of puberty
 Plants are like people, They all come in different colors Just like Whites, Asians or Hispanics Come in all shades, Like all the colors of people. Just because I am Hispanic,
In his essay "Self-Reliance," Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "Society is a joint-stock company, in which...The virtue in most request is conformity." Is this not the same society that taught me that everyone was unique?
Donuts I don't mind if my studies whirl me through space and time, Time, the dime that pays for our studies, our crimes, The buddies, the lines, defined in our minds,
They say y
We just lost a brother He brought joy in our lives Now tears to our eyes We just lost a brother
A child hides behind his mother’s strength, It seems his fear has grown to impossible lengths.  Day after day, the strangers keep passing,
          All I do is love you But look what you put me through You come home drunk, angry and swinging I cower in fear awaiting the stinging
The Slam Behind the Curtain. What a curious sound. They looked, and looked, but it was just me they found.   They keep on looking past me, eyes searching up high and low.
In my mind, the time rewinds--to moments, to memories, 
Blind me
I see you. I hear your words. I feel your tears as they fall, forbidden from your eyes.   Oh how your sadness consumes you. Outside lies the false imagery of peace.
Envellopped by nature, the world, the sky, I'll take in the aura there, i no longer feel shy.   I'll look closer at things I wouldn't notice with them I'll relax at my root
Envellopped by nature, the world, the sky, I'll take in the aura there, i no longer feel shy.   I'll look closer at things I wouldn't notice with them I'll relax at my root
A serene statue lost in the crowd Scarred wrists and stolen innocence Playing war and failing at failing in the constant game of survival A coffee too bitter to sweeten with milk and sugar  
“Isaac COME HERE! HURRY! JOSUE ISNT BREATHING! HE’S SHAKING! CALL 911!”
As I look in the eyes of those passing by me, I can't help but see the sorrow. The helplessness these kids must feel. If only they knew who to turn to. While I'm weeping, I will worship.
Longing to take part,       But not wanting to lose who I am. So I sit back in silence,      and let them think as they wish. Still there's a longing in my heart       to open up and take part.
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! For he is not his usual driven, loved, bright eyed and bushy-tailed self. He lays there having suffered a great lost, a part of himself, and at all cost...
She sits as a mute everyday, when speaking pushes her heart. She looks with a stoic face, when a smile threatens to break her face. She listens with a tentative ear, when she is tired of hearing. 
This is my body. I do what I want. This is my body, Not your’s. This is my blood. It will shed   Only Every month Of my life.   This is my body, too.
The face in the mirror The face in my mind The face they all see and the face that I hide none of them real but none of them fake   Society is the door and I should be the window
  The true me Can’t you see? The weight of the world is constantly weighing on me Like the branch of a tree, Delicate, Stiff, Weak. I can’t show the real me Because someone might see
A new school year. A new beginning!
I was on a train headed back to my college after visiting home for the weekend. I took advantage of the ten-and-a-half hour ride to write an essay for World Literature. English is my intended major
  By: Alondra Vahan
Scholl Started but what does that mean? The fun is gone? No it is still here I can now see my friends all together  It is such a great feeling to be reuinted with the ones you care about
I like the sound that emmits from my headphones, the colors that cover the pages of my sketchbook. The sun that shines so warmly when I sit out on my porch, Literally heaven for even just a few minutes.
If I could change the world, everyone wouldn't be rich and hardworking, they would be happy. Rather than worrying about having the most up-to-date iPhone, people would focus on spending quality time with family.
A baptism. Though maybe not. A popular fear, I call it my home.   Diving in I feel alive Letting bubbles play chase They reach for the sky, I reach for the depths.  
I wish someone would ask why my mask is cracked I wish they would pry it away and find the scars under it I hide to expose the rotting peeling flesh of depression and the putrid green colouration of anxiety 
There is a new dawn behind each nightfall Where a higher power will start to call
Who I am to you? A woman. A woman who has fun. Who like to venture out and dance. A woman with motivation and focus. Someone who likes to run and lift. A fashionista.
The sky looks dark The sun comes out but cannot be seen The coughing begins The air is as thick as soup
Slam! whats that? Out there in the dark The truth has escaped, The bleeding of my heart I've held in this pain But now its run free I've gone go the dark side Everyone knows of me
fourteen years of age, turn the page, rearrange your life, your meanings, forget your name the next eight years of your life will change things will no longer be the same, oh how they've change
I don't know how i came to be. When a deer approaches...  I am suddenly a deer.  I hear the breaking of twigs, the whoosh of the leaves stirring. I watch the deer graze...like an alarm for impending hell.
You, are a good actor. Able to make me fall in and out of love so easily. But I, am a good audience. I've seen this kind of show before. 
Who am I? A question subject to everyday society. Nothing more. One that thinks for the better And acts for a cause. Concealment… Unnecessary. Life kept justified if otherwise
I just cant seem to get you off my mind, maybe it'll just take some time but it feels
Behind the Curtain of Staged-Perfection  by Janae 
I wish I could say that I was a witness to the stars, but that is a lie. I would say I am a witness to the majesty of the great ocean, but that is also a lie.
You say "write me into a poem" but the only poem I ever wrote soley for you, were three words you never wanted to hear. Three words that come out as a rush off the end of my tongue like a waterfall.
the Stars make me happy. the Way they’ve lived an eternity evolving, but not changing.
To be heard is one thing To be understood is a whole other topic I don’t want my words to be a fling They need to be toxic   I want others to feel my pain To grasp the emotion from the page
Summer is over And the school year has begun Gotta hit the sack early now  Instead of Chasing The Sun.   Summer is over No more Twerking In The Rain Gotta hit the books now
Chorus:   I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
I remember when I first saw you I was a little afraid of you.
Fingers brush over my skin That is soft but resistant with moisture. Brushes tease my grasp. This is art with brushes that doesn’t need a canvas. I’m not organized, It's chaos.
" Lead, follow, or get out the way," says Pastor Rojas. We, as humans, limit ourselves because we're afraid. We're afraid of the failures that will consume us Were afraid of the criticism
I could write a poem for you
I write for myself a girl who's perceived as  small, quiet, and has nothing to say.   i write for myself  because I too have thoughts, thoughts that stayed unspoken, waiting their turn
I love the hour the ship growls and the engine roars off to sea.I shiver, we wrap up as you and me.
So it was August 1stThe day you pushed me away
God
God.Some of you may cringe because I said His nameBecause you expect me to be religiously insane.But I’m just another human, like you who’s got something to say,
I can compare your eyes to an arrow. Every second piercing through my mind. All of these memories bring me sorrow. Can I go back in time just to rewind? It is unbearable to see you here,
Magnificant form of Art, not to be Knocked on. Exciting beauty in Unthinkable hues. Paramount in my interestes.
Everybody loves a girl that is confident. Everybody loves a girl that is beautiful.
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home She used to be the girl who never had new clothes She used to be the girl who needed help   They are the family that sleeps hungry
Twas a dark night. The sky was a black void And stars shined freely. Wind was blowing swiftly as I stood alone. I was given but one mission, To get rid of a greatly known villain.
If someone is in need, their guardian I will be. Need a hand? Your wish is my command. Is everything all right? You can tell me, do not be in fright. This smile I wear,
With the tone my voice
You are more important And you shouldn’t feel my torment   I tried so hard to hide myself Despite signs of declining health   When I descend into the chasm Of my idealized phantasm  
Me
Tori    Content, friendly, and dramatic    Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations    Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
From the outside Just another robot Going through the motions Stuck behind this curtain Afraid to pull it back   I take a look around At all the other robots Going through the motions
I'm cursed, on the inside I'm hopeless & vacant; I seek help for I need some sort of placement; I struggle to understand and how to feel; Am I a monster, for I must not be real;
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
Child upon the horse Horse runs strong with a spirit He sees through the lies Spirit brings life to the girl
Something won't let me open up. Maybe it's the looks of judgement from others that are really looks of envy.
"How was your day?" "Okay." Because "okay" is Less of a lie Than "Good" or even "Fine." O K A Y. Each letter is thick, Another layer between Me and the world.
  My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen. Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
I've been surving for seventeen years
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
    You should have known better
I took the one less traveled by.
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it, Time pulls me back, embracing me in every dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
I have a past, we all do Some of it is lies, other things are true My grandma said I lied about rape My aunt said I was fake My church said I was a mistake My friends said they needed a break
The man behind the curtain, the face behind the mask.   One beautiful soul, behind a treacherous task.   A woman of inseurity, concentrating on what she lacks-  
Occupational Therapy                                   Autism With each new experience, My love grows.                                  Autism Puzzle pieces that need a home.
Dreams guid us... 
I can play pretend. I do it every day. I've gotten so good,
Its funny that this Slam was chosen, I had written a litteral poem my freshman year literally called "The Mask" The mask is constructed To hide you away You appear happy You appear kind  
She stares at the soft carpet surrounding her.
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once Classes Sports Friends Family Sleep Then I dropped sleep
If I have a son
I've learned to see my vices as my virtues. It prevents me from conforming to living the status quo.  My brutal honesty is not liked by many,
Hello and goodbye the same each day waiting for something new something different a sign that life can get better   I'll smile at you  but inside I'm screaming I'm not fine
This illusion of me does not define or  confine my unconventionally unique design. Quiet, I seem, my passion yet unseen. I rhyme to the beat of the stream.
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell when I watch her delicate hands search for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
ten thousand bullets headed your way  what do you do? run and have hope you'll make it out alive? or just stand there and wait for the outcome?   the first couple of hits might hurt like hell 
when i was younger,
No potential. Loser. Ugh, what a drama queen. These words are released, fatal as missiles. They aren’t meant for me, at least none that can be seen. The launchers have previously accepted my denials.  
Who am I really? Does it really matter? All these labels I see Only make me sadder How hard I always try For all my secret passions By nature I try to hide Can't help but do this
Once upon a time Innocence existed Love caused clarity Kindness was a personal trait Magic fulflled our everyday desires And knights in shining armor slayed dragons
People often wonder, About the quiet girl sitting in the corner, Who hides her face behind a book, As she laughs something, But little do they know, She’s laughing at them.
Confident, Shy which is the lie? What do they wish to see? Why can't they leave me be? Strong, Weak I can barely speak. What they see and what they know all of which is just a show.
   
There she stands, with her past far behind her. Yet so close it just reminds her. Memories of the mistakes and the bullies. The disability that has kept her.
The mystery in a hackneyed ballad
Gaze into my stormy, cloudy eyes And you will see that I am crying The tears of loss Sitting behind the curtain of lashes Trapped behind a perfect facade Of happy smiles
If you knew the person behind the curtain, You would know the real me. If you knew the person behind the curtain, You may not be so wiling to share. The person you see is open-minded.
The sun comes up, it's been a hard night. Her eyes are red, swollen from nights of fighting her own inner demons. The ones no one even realizes exists. She drags herself from her bed, her sanctuary, 
I am not a strong poet nor a good storyteller,so please do not expect a sonnet or anything stellar.What I am about to type is nothing but a mere thought,A youngster at ten I thought these thoughts I sought to fought
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
I am an enigma. I am a realist, a perfectionist, a bold social stigma Disapproved for my disapproval of the social norms Often found within the most social forms. People gather to talk about the status quo,
This face is not merely cheek bones, and a pretty smile This face holds a mind whose knowledge runs for miles This face is much more than the impressions of time This face holds the eyes that have witnessed the climb
What do you look like? Where are you? How do I know it's you? Did I do it right? When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?  
Here I sit, Mind opened, Thoughts spilling onto the floor, Creating a raging sea. A sea so vast, A sea so wide, A sight so magnificent I nearly cried. There is no plan of action,
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
What's the reason for all this madness All these pensive thoughts And there's no reason for this sadness I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
No one knows the anxiety I face Never understanding the difficulties of being in my place I'm a man, in a womens shell Forever living every day in my dysphoric hell. I'm used to being just another guy,
I’m the type of womanWho wants to be lovedYet, turns away the friendWho would surrender everything.I’m the type of woman 
Fingers intertwined
Innocence lost Facade found Three year olds do remember Who would have thought? Tough Growing tougher   Growing up Growing out
Away from the students Away from the teachers Away from the stress Away from the homework Away from the tests Away from the school   Away from everything Is my spot
How could the world be made a better place? With cancer cured? No weapons? No abused animals? Or human trafficking?   If I could change this, they'd come back again.
A young child, excited for the world. A mother, brimmed with envy, says to she, "My you're getting chubby, little girl!"   Suddenly, the world was cruel, and the world was vicious.
Push that broom mop that floor do whats told or don't work here anymore   make that  sale with each rule obeyed  slip up once its the last time you get paid  
I am a coward. I'm too scared to face myself.. Too scared to find myself. I'm always running away from thinking about the inevitable. I run away from reflecting on them.
Words...
One lip slaps against the other expelling a wet and horrid sound. Digesting food waging battle with the tongue. It’s all on display for the world to see! Sea food is not meant to be seen
I count my ribs, one 
He sees balls of flame and dust. She sees old souls that guide her path. I see worlds beyond all of us. They see stars, numbers, and math.   He endures the dull, While she beholds the beauty.
 Instead of playing house I used to play home.From the age of four I never questioned the perfectionof the woman in white that hung near my bed
What would I change....My teachers, they suckMy nails, grossMy clothes, they aren't trendyMy friends, they can be so bitchyMy body, it's just not good enoughMy home, not warm enough
I put Atlas to shame by juggling the solar system with perfect precision.
Everyone is equal, why is there a feminism sequal?
How you blend in with the pave
What is fear? A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain? A threat that is real? Or imagined? The feeling or condition of being afraid.
"Who are you?" My family had no clue who I am, And it crushed me every time. They were scared, not knowing where they were. I'm scared I'm next. They struggled to remember.
Roses never fail to impress,
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
A loving embrace: yang Lonely and chooses: yin A slap to the face: bang Bottles and bruises: gin  
The catatonic, ironic void of plutonic perception – slips off like sleeves. Tease a fetish, fleshed by faith Till base-lines of broader bones – sculpt an age with ease.
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A child screams for her mother, A man cries for his wife, A young boy holds the only thing keeping him alive. There is silence all around
Look up kid, the stars are still in place, the moon hasn’t left, there’s no pressure there. So stay, watch the sky. Just, stay. Don’t hide, the leaves are changing and the field is dead,
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Maybe I don't have much to write about, inside my life and me, I am typical, with standard living, and a divorced family.   Yes, I probably am very guessable, That white girl down the street.
We're all traveling down this road The road to our futures We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Oh no
THE REALITY OF THE WORLD by Kevinia P. Why is the World so harsh, and so cold?
I woke up today,
Sometimes I wish you had more passion. Sometimes I wish your desire would take control. Sometimes I wish you'd just let it all go. Sometimes I wish you were different...
What makes me tick?  What doesn't!
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
Dear Friend, Friendship binds us together, Respect and humility to one another, In our youngest hour, Even in our darkest hour.
We shackle our Feet, With Vanity and Mirrors. That bring us to our knee's, While we fear and shake with tremors. We build our castle on the media and magazines we read everyday
It means something to go to college. Whether it be to get an education or gain respect. It means something. Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention. It means something.
If you cut me into 16 pieces 1 would be Native American 2  Italian and 2 more British. 5 would be Polish and 6 would  be Russian. If you cut me into 16 pieces, like slices of cake,
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions We, are wild ones
It must be nice to walk in the hall.
There is something about you that keeps me going,
The electricity we use every day leave on the lights, you overpay what about the Earth  and its atmoshpere? All our cars spit up so much CO2 Emission and all our testing with nuclear fission.
Beautiful is she who speaks. Not with words scribbled out, Or with the dance in her feet. It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
It was their choice to have me, not mine. It was also their choice to have 5 other children, not mine.   It was their choice to have two cars, not mine. It was their choice to live in this house, not mine.
The female identity Is not to be confused With the male entity   On what they think What they say Or what the media portrays   And they? They’re the men and also the women
  Why do you not see The heart in me. You seem to hear But not with your ear.   You think you know And you reap what you sow. Assuming what is true
Purple stained lipsSucculent dripsA seductive kiss placed between sweet, strengthWe rub our knees together And bump headsAll under the blanket of 
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
You go to school. You get good grades. You go to college. You graduate. You get a job. You get married. You have kids. You retire. You die. Guaranteed success.
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom. Little did we know, that we were our own doom.  
Up there, the big white enemy tanks Slowly rolls in until it is dark. And once it is dark, They fire rapidly. Hitting all who doesn't take cover.
The Hurricane     The hurricane came into my life
transportation vacation out side of reality within a box that encases me sound proof aloof in the space that embraces me
  They look like innocent birds,
This is not a poem  Because I am not a poet A poet is a blacksmith who can craft my soul into words A line into something I feel A poet dips their pen into the inky darkness of the night sky
I see the world in a different way then others do.Beauty and peace? That's what everyone makes it out to be, but its not.Not one bit.
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does To me........that just means I'm a little more to love Im just LIFESIZED See I go in public they look and they stare
A young girl, dawned in a butter yellow With glitter on her eyelashes and paint on her lips Pushed up onto stage hardly before she even knows how to say no The bright lights beat down upon her startled face
I sing of manipulation of old friends, for the replacment of new acquaintances. When you're taken for granted, when you're friendship has become a chore, a burden even.
"Don't Fail"Nat Delbecq, 2014   “Don’t fail.” Three words, two contracted
We live throught lense, walk throght a body  Go throught life with different experinces left in are back pocket What is the point of a view if there is no legitimate cause 
As I sit down once again, in front of the old computer with the whirring fan My fingers begin to hit the black keys, each one a small click That make an musical orchestra of words  
Hey
I am writing this to you. My love, my ecstacy, the one and only I come to.   You know who you are,
Slowly spinning along Never missing a beat Life simple and uncomprehensive Never missing a beat Does as it is told Never missing a beat Yet as it grows old and worn It does miss a beat
I am not sorry that I'm not a 36-24-36 But I do have a body size that leaves me with confidence I love my rich dark brown skin  And my dark brown eyes that shines from within
Geocentric? More like ethnocentric. America is the center of the world, right? The world that revolves around me. My world. Egocentric.
I am a work of art, I am a masterpiece, My curves are my definition, that is what defines me.   The shape of my nose,
End of the day I find myself conversating with myself
Floating in the lake of nothingness Words flowing in and out  They bear no meaning Or, do they?   Thrashing my arms and legs about Stuck in the thralls of life I am searching for an answer
Forget Me Not *controversial*    Morning sickness brings the blues, Monthly cycle is overdue. She was drunk that night, Flinging morals in the wind,
There's always a problem when applying for college - grabbing bits and coins and whatever you can salvage.   Thank goodness there's money for writing this poetry, because if it wasn't there
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
Blood is thicker than water
I am a dreamer I wonder why things happen the way they do I hear the voices of the past I see the promises of the future
9 Years. Nine years of life lived from a toilet bowl Watching myself fade into virtual nothingness While people praised my virtual body Pieced together from years of purging in toilet stalls.
I cry at night only to wake up feeling sober
The girl lies on a cot -- The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes. With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body. Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
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For me For you But for no one By faith By life By all My eyes see what my mind won't My mind sees what my eyes can't For the love of the words And fear of the unknown
Like a Concrete Jungle Animals of the street standing on the corner bringing all the heat brown buidings look like sideways slaveships hold about 1000s people in each complex black
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
  People who think they know me! Please, you don't own me.
Hound of hell! Eyes of dark fire! Beast of night! Stay away! Terrible dog!
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul To attract others and fight the good fight, in our hearts, you know you're right. But what happens when someone takes the keys,
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why? Why me?  Why now? I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why? Why does she lie? Why now?  My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
Voices, so silenced by society. Forever reminded your words are nothing more than that, words.
I think
I have been waiting on my forever, and i have found forever in your eyes. They could not fathom this, however, but in your eyes, i could see the sunrise. I am looking for a story to unfold, 
All I want is to learn. why do I need so much money for that ? Everyone is pushed to better themselves and go to college yet only a few actually have that opprtunity.
Love can be a chore-My heart is made of steal
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend Like a coffee shop meeting After a long time apart. The warmth brushes past my face in faint traces Of smiles and laughter and past graces
When I was young, I lost myself. I didnt know what I wanted, Or who i wanted to be.
Don’t breathe, talk or blink, just stare. Though my mind tries to grasp the words to make sense of this, all that comes to me is a sound, and I feel as if I may pass out.  
It’s like a cave: large and unknown, with the potential to hold a world of my own creation; and yet it remains empty,
I forget the time that's passed, ironically I even forget what your face looked like as I remember our moments together. Most days it's as if you never existed. As if one tear never fell from my eye for you.
Im not the same person I was a month agoMy heart stopped racin
To mourn death or celebrate life. We're always left with sullen strife. Life, the tunnel of consciousness. Death, the promising of mysteriousness.
Let it be known that I am a slut. I am the one who dares to touch those that I feel attraction to.
Young like a kid and wild like a forest i meet him and felt complete for seven hundred thirty days i felt alive and loved.welcomed we wasted time, long talks on the phone,
It is hard to conceive, What humans can not perceive. From undead beings, To god-like deities.   Although incomprehensible Through science and worship, We blindly follow,
Deletion.  Every single one gone.  The memories are fading away.  No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought.  Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write. I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light. Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers. It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
Have you ever felt goose bumps on your back , on your face , on the nape of your neck ? Have your words ever become so twisted that you wind up not having any words at all?
I was born with favoring eyes. I can see the burden others carry, like a shadow and a beast rolled into one, and it saddens me. You're having a hard time again, and I'm sorry to hear that.
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder if this storm is outside my window or inside of my chest because I miss the thunder of your breath against my neck and the way your  fingers pour into me
Some people dont deserve the life they live meet tanya  shes thirty-six, with three grown kids saby fathers absent claimed that they aint his so he up and left for his next mistress
We all yearn for happiness
You are not alone Same feeling, different situations
Initially I was a Marketing Major Set up to learn in the prestigious Isenberg School of Management Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman Where I would first change physically
  I am black and beautiful 
An unknown world filled with the same people as you and I,
Take away your right to drive,  Then you get mad 'cause you don't try, To fix these habits in your life, That could kill you or take someone's wife.    These dangerous substances that man has created, 
Is it me or am i gay for loving myself? Think about it i am a girl and i love myself which means i love a girl so am i to be judge as a lesbian? Am i to be look at as a dirty crumble paper!
KNOWLEDGE If you know, you're on the edge of understanding for knowledge never ends but forever expanding the more you know the more it's demanded the more you demand it just know you can't cram it
Never had I ever felt my words fall on so many deaf ears.
You came to me, like a snowflake falling from the sky, drifting until you found your way. Your smile was like a fire, it sparked in me and made me want to ignite it everyday.
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine Everytime you tell me "You do as I say". Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems,  But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
Sometimes I wonder;
Looking thru you to  tomorrows i didn’t even know existed -
Listen to my words, listen to my cries, You are right in front of me and yet you leave me here in such a woeful time. My words can tell you what's wrong and how they can be fixed,
As my life passed me by,
Blue benches, concrete walls, and empty streets Empty skies, no stars....
You know what pisses me off? No smiles on your face Like my day isn't already bad enough Coworkers that do the least take your place and managers act tough    You know what pisses me off more?
Father.. Can you hear me? Does my words matter? My mind runs with questions that you left unanswered. Left alone..Confused.. Unwanted.. I thought you loved me? I can only be lied to so many times.
The air I breathe,  The things I see, They make me tick. The scents I smmell,  The places I go,  They make me tock. Tick tock goes the clock, As the time of life passes.
You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist.
Colorblind  
She's been through so much, 
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
I am not this ugly skin,I am the soul that lives within.It is my job to see it through,it is the least that I can do.A wonderful God made me;He loves me deeply.No one could ever love me more,
Some say it is the start of a new life,One full of adventure and mysteryMeeting new people, possibly your wife,With all that said, your past life is history.
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
I'm talking, But you are not listening. I'm trying, but you don't care. My words are meaninful but you are oblivious. My words will change you. Why can't you see? All you need,
For the Ones that Are Muted in Society For the Ones that Are Ridiculed for Their Differences For the Ones that Are Slammed for Their Opinions For the Ones that Are Voiceless  They Are Who I Speak For
For you I will Cook meat, watch T.V. Wait for you to come to me Hold my hand like this Talk to me like this Kiss me please For you I will Sing, dance, drink, Wait for you to be all mine
You held me   You held me when I was strong You held me   You looked at my face and told me how beautiful my smile was
Why I write I write to ask questions, bring awareness, and wield thought I write for you I write to organize my mind, to better understand, to relieve the tension, to ignite the flow of creativity I write for me
Earth, created by  heaven
The dark and lonely atmosphere filled the air
It isn't just the simple things That give my mind something to think. It's more complex to investigate And push your mind until it might break.   I think of depression and how it controls
I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's." Ignoring me as he turned to my brother. "Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
So quickly you left me, I don't understand why. Had I done something so wrong to be punished, or was it just time? You loved me all 16 years with such a big heart. I just couldn't grasp why we were torn apart.
WAR
  I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now   My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts   I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces  
"You're an atheist?!" "You know you're going to hell right?" "I'll be praying for you." Yes. I'm an atheist. No that does not mean that I worship Satan, or I hate religion, or I hate God, or
like the flower, so blooms inspiration. roses only grow from fertile clay... thoughts, from a fecund imagination.   insights spring from fruitful contemplation while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber an enchanted forest she longs to discover where mighty oaks give inspiration and leaves aid in rejuvination she need a place to breath in the summer.  
She's warm, bringing brightness at the end of each storm. Embracing morning with a kiss. Reborn.   She weeps. Tears like the dew roll and wash down her cheeks.
Placed by the window, the delicate bouquet sits pristine and untouched with petals like placid smiles and soft sissy hands, they settle dainty and benign in their sheltered vase.  
Let me describe them to you They are sticky sweet like mango juice And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple They drip sugary goodness all over my lips and fingers Like when you bite into a summertime watermelon
Golden are the leaves illuminated by sun.
Put down your pencil, And pay attention to your class, Not everyone is like you, They’re all just trying to pass,   You make think that they care, But they’re all laughing in their reclining chair,
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends  We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the distance.
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet. She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
It was always either too hot or too cold in her troubled mind. And no amount of tossing or turning could ever tucker her out enough for her to tuck her self in, at night her mind was a race car that never ran out of gas,
Not everything works Like it used to when We were young Disease fills us Disorders rot our minds and We’re never cured Anxiety creeps up Fire that you ignore but Can’t put out
I would go out on the corners Handing dollars to the needy I would give them so much food They could even be greedy I'd go to places Where water droplets are few And dig a deep well
"Me"Free me, tempt me, I dare you to steal me;Sudden as the wind, let this heart mend.Treat me with your sweet kisses of embrace;
What is the difference between a virus and a meme? "Not again", you sigh, "Tumblr has been ruined by that doge guy." Clapping the audience soon shuts you down. Now nobody wants to see you around. 
Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me? Can’t you see?   Because of YOU My childhood consisted of empty promises, nothing but air bubbles.  Should have saved yourself the trouble.
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.       Drank            Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
Hatred One word with two syllables that make people truly ugly
His hair was sand paper and his skin was light colored leather and his face was a canyon and his eyes were small black beads and his mouth was a desert. His laugh was a snickering hyena
What is Beauty ? Is beauty something we have on the outside  or something deep within Is it a woman with curves  Or a model that is stick thin  What is Beauty ? Is it a woman with the bluest eyes 
  Time is a terrible thing. There’s never enough and it never lasts long.
They say they are so proud of you They say you are the best of them Yet when it gets down to it It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void. 
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void. But,  Hope can be created,
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
One mistake, will you ever let me forget it... Understood what was done was wrong Understood this was a disappointment to you. But hey let’s think of it this way, What else is new? So hard to please,
Walking down the street, You hear the sounds of a six shooter go off down the road. You duck just as scared as anyone else, All you wanted was some gummy worms, But they’re not worth your life.
Please come save me, You used to kiss the tears off my face. Wish you would come and make up the time, Lost, Three years have gone by. Guess it’s time to start living life. Surrounded by depression,
How can you not see me? You walk by me every day, Call my name; You even hold conversations. But you don’t see me.   You don’t see the pain that is caused. The burden on my shoulders,
Push me down again, I dare you. Shove my head down in the sand. Make it so there is no air. So that no words can be spoken.   What would be new?  
Do you feel that? The cold chain wrapped around your wrist. Holding you close, You can’t move. Do you hear that? The sound of the wind rushing by your ears as the world stays silent.
Bleeding nails, Pull yourself up on that ledge. It’s just a little bit further. Hell isn’t the bottomless pit they always talked about. Once you catch yourself you just start climbing,
My mind gives birth to many thoughts...
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
The weed, my love, Pushes through the dirt, Rumbling, blistering, But doesn't really hurt, She sprouts up, Without permissions, Just to find, That no one listens.  
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant Who told Lisa who told Bria… That you thought I wasn’t a lady? Why though? Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
  My coworkers all have insomnia They don't remember what it’s like to dream   I think they despise my struggle To keep both feet in reality   One stands next to me
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
I write to free my mind To suprise myself with what I find It gives me wings So I may escape and be alone on the sea   I write to free my heart From those who tore it apart It gives me shelter
I always knew this day would come. Goodbye was never so hard before. New days are calling, my dreams still young.
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY  DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:  
You should know bullying hurts It starts with one word, one word you blurt Fat ugly, thot These are the words they hear. Did you know you're their biggest fear?
   My eyes are stars
I love to read i loved to read before I understood the things I read and this urge for books and quills had led me to the library The time for sitting in the far corner 
The horses run free and the chaotic winds twirl  As the pyramids collapse and crumble Beneath our very hands
Why can’t we just throw it all away? Just let the hate lie and not let it consume us; Why we have to fight each other. We are all the same inside.  
Ripples of sonic waves, stimulates creative water Flowing from the crevices of social interaction, the wind russtles uncertain thoughts
Here I speak before you today in regrettable silence, For we have become a generation to be disgraced, for not only our actions but our power.
chained to stone, to these pillars i know as home withered by time and awaiting to claim what's mine angered by the visions of shame. unleash the beast that resides inside undo my chains that i carry in my mind
I love Tokyo so much As a child I would watch anime. Pretend that I was a marital artist living in the Hot Springs. Tokyo is where my dreams were born  My imagination and my love for adventure began.
The Sky is a reflection
Oportunity Presents itself Carrying out its purpose in its own way. Carefully unraveling its plot with an almost swift caress. Possessing such prospect sailing forth to establishmen.
Life is filled with pain Life is filled with sorrows Bottled up anger As it goes deeper and deeper It's too much to keep Tears shed everyday All the nasty commemnts i hear
Abandoned. Left alone to face the rest of the world, It’s okay I guess, I’m used to it by now. They found me years ago.   Screaming from inside an abandoned apartment, Starving,
Just think happy thoughts. Your day will go just fine until one person pisses you off. They treat you like shit.  They make you feel like an outcast. What is wrong with society today?
Remember, To not to forget nor regret, Every moment we once shared.  
I sit down, New baby in my hands. I look around our rundown apartment; “Where is he?” I whisper to the sleeping bundle in my arms. I already know the answer, He left; Never coming home.
Today I am like water, Thoughts thawing and melting like a rapid stream; no time to Think, only push forward to my future and maybe, Just maybe by midday slow down to the pace Of a babbling brook… A few pensive
  i found myself lost in a world of memory. glimpses weren't enough anymore.      i needed it back.     i need it now. i lost myself in a world of pain. i found my memories.
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Paint me! Paint my eyes paint my smile paint my laugh paint my vitals can can you really see the exact detail of me? you can try to paint my legs oh so smooth like butter but hard like rock.
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see. Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?  A person who hears people's needs. But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light. In a blinding sheet of darkness. You ignore and try to forget.
I watch them leap and twirl and dance.  
Your sun may shine While clouds look divine. But the thought will never leave you  knowing that someone is going to cry Someone else's pain will darken their day
November 30, 2013   Autumn Leaves   These autumn leaves ride the golden breeze So warm and inviting This city hasn’t felt a night like this in lifetimes
   If I Could Fly   If I could fly, I’d fly to you If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue, And darkness too I would travel the globe, And bring back trinkets and doodads, With pictures of beyond
Poetry is a candid response To what I feel inside It's a gift of exploration Deep into my mind   If I feel I need to reach someone I'll record it with guitar
Call me a bitch But I deserve fame and a name Too many #hash #tags in this game All of the Kim Kardashian wannabes are #basic I want to be original It’s too hard to be unique and classic Damn 
I am surrounded by people
Are you cold?            Do you see?         Do you hear what I must want to say?
How was I supposed to know it was so bad to be educated and black? Do I really intimidate you to the point of you trying to hold me back? All I've tried to do was make something out of $5 and a dream,
Don't waste my time each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence  I cannot undo conversations we've had. I can't take back the things I've said. Each millisecond it takes to breathe
I sream and scream as tears fall  from my face No matter how hard I try, I am never heard here Not sure why I stay here, if I am never heard Time to leave     So I left And now I am heard.
Sometimes I think I dream I aspire to be A better me than everybody thought I would be I try I cry I break down to ground asking how i will change this time Gaining focus Gaining hope
As children we are much like trees
Hey, there I’m a nerd Better yet, I’m a geek I actually read for the fun of it I like going to school I’m pretty smart (most of the time) I wear solid black glasses
"I have a dream" a wise man once said, where everyone is created equal But how is it that dreams could come with a price tag that's deceitful? They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
If I could change one thing, I'd change how people look at things. Make it so there's no distinction between gay and strait or black and white.
Do you hearThat small whisper?Full of fear,That little flicker.Fragile and small,Growing and feeling.Alas they all fallEver revealingA darkness for lifeIn hearts does linger.
Grades are getting low, teens are getting high. A 16 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why. A first grader is cursing, a fourth grader has been raped. Just take a look around, isn't our world just great?
You'll never know How desperately I always wanted to grow up When my parents wouldn't let me act up Only telling me to hush up, Cause the kid I was, was never good enough.
Here I stand with nothing of my own, Everything was given to me from the start. Standing on an empty road I must take this path alone, Watching everything fall apart.
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
Can I make everything rewind Back in time When everything was once fine And make all of these new thoughts collapse? I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
There are words that I can’t say I constantly save for another day Like a forest fire tearing through All the things I wish you knew   I hold my breath and close my eyes
Listen to me!I need to be heard!My mind is a notebook and for nineteen years I’ve been writing,scribbling away, but no one will take the time to read!  
I'm on the brink, staring into the abyss. My own strength is insufficient; my energy waning, My knees buckling, my back breaking. I can't do this on my own, I pitch towards my end.
The world buries problems underground With no hesitation it takes While we walk over the mound All the problems the world makes   Problems look better in pitch black night
I couldn’t keep it together. Every little thing heightened my senses, every sound, taste, smell made my body burst and shiver. I just don’t know if I can handle this. Is it ever okay to hate yourself?
"You are all that you know to be true in the universe. therefor the universe revolves around yyou.
It’s easy to be angry at something you don’t understand. Something that seems so far away, out of reach.   How can you understand something when you take a stand against it? Take a stand,
                                                   What I love about you   is that You are,   Tall, thin yet muscular   With soft looking hair,
Swinging in the sunset
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Another cut, Another bruise its all the same  Another pill, Another drink they all run together Another skipped meal, Another voice and you can't escape Another knot, Another bullet
Everytime I come here I think of you. I never forget you, With a picture of you hanging on my wall, You're always in my heart.  But when I come here, To this special place,
When the lights fade you're left with this unsettling heartache all alone and afraid and no one to hear you're cries....   The darkness swallows you're soul 'til nothing remains
Questions fill my subconcious with grass  The rain is answers that you can't learn in class. Open-mindedness is the stream
The castle walls surround me, a magnificent beauty all around, but not a soul is to be found. I am alone in this wonderful beauty. I try to end this maddening isolation,
    My father pulled a knife on me the last time we spoke.In return, I handed him the remains of my heart, Ashes in a box of out of tune lullabies.  
It wants to be known.It has been all alone.For far too long, no one,No one has heard the song. Each word is carvedCalculated, starvedTo mean something!To somehow belong.
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you,   You walk in the door and I'm happy,
The levels of life are like the staircase to your future, you must keep walking upward in order to reach your destiny. Even in the your weakest moments you can not  let the steps you take control where you might be heading.
One thing I've learned with the example of college, Success is not determined by hard work and knowledge. Not to discredit people's hard work, But being rich definately has its perks.
This goes out to you.A massive parasite, a barbarian wandering our streets.You have forced me to use my most lethal weapon,to keep a record of your filth.
Sometimes we find our mind pausing as we walk  We look around, observe and realize what this world is really about Secretly observing people as we walk, studying their every move
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares   I'm your puppet darling   Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES.   They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
It’s always hard to find a way To find the words you want to say Writing words and scribbling them away And come back to face them some other day
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS. I am from lost faith and lost hope. I am from pot heads and crack feens.
  Love Love thawing my soul Making my heart beat faster Breathing becomes hard Wondering what will come next
I feel like I am Atlas. Holding the Earth upon my shoulders. All 5.972 sextillion metric tons. The pressure is crushing.
YOU Barely visible, uninteresting, still here CAN Be omnipresent, easily ignored, and flighty GO Follow the wind, join your group, and occupy space AWAY With the east wind, like clear days, from me
The day you left, I felt nothing.   Partly because it Was at 2 in the morning, But mostly because I was trying to process what was happening.   Why did you run away that night?
Why is so hard to educate yourself.
Dear, (Fill In the Blank), I decided the “check the box that applies to you” on the form, was not for me. So I’m writing over the boxes. I filled out my address, my name, typed in the codes,
I never as
School is what I need To get the carrer I want I hope I win this
I sweat my soul out Under bright lights through a lying smile. Fingers splitting from the wrecking dry heat in an arid lack of truth. Salt crusts in the corners of my mouth, over my cracked lips.
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks  My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
As this brewing math problem strives through my brain with its persistence, I sit and think 'these are the banes of my existence!'
Tick Tick Tick Tock Tock Tick Tock Tick Time envelops a room Swallows it whole Each passing second accompanied by a strum of hopelessness A crack in the blinds Lights aglow
Thy Worst Enemy is one that never leaves. It is always  by your side.   You cannot  run from it. Swimming, is out of the question. Don't even thingk about flying.  
It was a lazy summer night alone
My heart is like glass One word One action Can shatter it so easily   My heart is like glass No father Arguements everyday Sorrow and heartache   My heart is ike gass
That phone call you never thought you'd have to make; Where is he…? You only turned away for a second. You just had to close your eyes.   He’s gone. Your little baby boy…
To take away from humanity, and to be stolen from nature. We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
Your words rush through me I drown in their painful sting Your eyes pierce though me as if I should not exist   If you only knew what you did to me Because of you I can't even sing
words buzz and spin in clouds of confused formation wheeling and turning, penetrating all corners and crannies with all of their information
Have you ever wondered why, We were never meant to touch the sky? We were born with our feet on the ground, With all its wonders to be found. But there's an aching in the heart, It's slowly pulling us apart.
Self-doubt knows when your weakest point has you by the neck.
Red
I hope that you’re ha
I once would walk in the sun and smile as I felt my skin absorb the heat. Life was radiant.  
Uh in this world We listen to the public To things society says Speak something of it Searching for the person to be Sit here do nothing Fighting while chasing our dreams Failures no option
There's love in the air, And all i hear is your sweet whipers making me smile. There's tensoin in the room, And all i feel is you pushing me away. There's the sound of laughter through the house,
I was toiling with my day: I told myself  it will end, the day did. I was angry at my day: I told it not to end; yet it did.   And I wallowed in fear Night and morning so far yet so near, 
NEVER seek to change thy past, Past that is besmirched will be; For intent and purposes Quite the same.   The past is not for me; the past is not for me, I say the future were its at, 
confident yet insecure
Unstoppable and impending    knowing it comes  knowing it cannot be stopped  its faceless oh but not nameless   it has so many, oh so many    could you be the day falling ?
A year from tomarrow  will there be names what will remain   the names I know  will they be the same a year from tomarrow.   The blame I throw still stuck to the shamed 
Life is the basal in which we share Developing as any plant would; straight from the stem. It is our choice to have the care To grow up in the light or digress in the darkness.  
I've made goals I've worked hard
An image, Colors vibrant, consistent Stop! Stare! Hidden meanings aware  
The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into They search for meaning in the midst of it all  Life is still a blur  I carry the shackles that forbid me  That restrict me 
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams, You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers, I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
 
When we write, what is our goal? Is it simply a way to catalog the fragments of our soul? A method to be heard? Or none of these things at all?   I write for my friends who are shut up by our society.
There is no place more lonely than being in a big crowd... by yourself.
There’s three of us, She’s alone and I'm taking her attention. He feels pressured, But that's not my intention.   Alone in a windowless room
She was getting skinnier By the day So much thinner By the week. The sickness Invading her body; Intruding, Uninvited, Fatal. Her bones Protruding. Her mother
I’m 15 and I dread waking up e
Dear Ladies,
I wake up from your dreams, and Icould not stop thinking about you…It was still midnight, and, after all,I had just slept for only an hour…I get out of my bed, and face the mirror, and O
The word “poetry” is so pretentious It makes you think of that guy You know the one The guy who talked over everyone in your junior lit class
Poison drips from my lips, I slowly drip my head back as I drink. Slowly I wait.   Shouldn’t it have worked by now? The way I see it Everything kills. Everyone dies for one reason or another.
Laundry had to be done And there was something About some bill That I had to pay.   Thousands of dollars Spent and borrowed For a piece of paper that says I’m smart, I’m qualified.
The hobby of learning earns weird looks. I try not to see them while I read my books. I know some day I'll be in college,  And I will love my extensive knowledge. But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
The whispers The side looks The constant putting down You’re no good You’re not cool and never will be You don’t like me. Well guess what? News flash I don’t like you either.
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Bullying starts in your mind and make you feel insecure inside Bullying is a sin, because we are all God's children within. Why can't we stop this vicious sin? Is it, because we are too scared to step in?
There is a person that is trapped in my body that is trying to escape but is being suffocated by the endless weight. The mirror is my enemy that snickers back at me and reveals my flaws,
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
He has no home she has no water he's cold she's hungry  
My Daddy will always be my king, Even after my Prince gives me a ring. In the beginning, he was my favorite toy, He didn’t even mind I wasn’t a boy.
At age 17 I didnt know where to start High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
All you want is green All I want is to be free Life ain't worth living if you're gonna die Everyone's gonna die   All you want is green All I want is equality No sir, death bestows us first
Isabella,
I am worried Worried about what? College, the place where you get more knowledge. I worry I won't succeed in the getting the education I so gratefully need.
Goverment For you we must excel But, how can we without the proper funds
  Being smacked down Before being allowed to get back up again Taught me something very valuable about love:   it isn’t always a cliché  
We live in a world where society rules most of us  We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
You know what makes me tick....
I'm not a size zero, or a one or two.
Fat Skinny Tall                  Short Your weight must reflect who you are Don’t wear this if you are fat Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny Eat healthy But not to healthy
Fat Skinny Tall                  Short Your weight must reflect who you are Don’t wear this if you are fat Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny Eat healthy But not to healthy
The first time I feel asleep listening to your heart beat i decided this is where i want to live nestled up into your side your arm wrapped around me safe, warm, love
Enough is enough I'm calling a time out on social media The content of my newsfeed has been too far out of bounds I'm calling fouls, for incorrect grammar, filtered photos, and warn out hashtags
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck, into the sink. Loud Whispers.  Focus, it's time for homework. Chairs scraping the ground. In a classroom, in the library.  People are setting off a bomb inside me.
Beautiful one, tell me your dreams.  From which rich river do they stream? They hold the key to treasures untold. And help to shape your rare and visionary mold. Majestically you walk around. 
  I'm pretty simple No flare here Im not politically correct or incorrect I don't go places that stiffen my chin I have trouble understanding why things are such
College. Every young girl and boy's dream.  A place where you create your niche. And become skilled. Hopefully enough to prosper.   They build you up to it your entire life. 
Tick My likes might not excite you But they ignite me When I sit back and truly ask myself What is it that makes me come to life? What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
Bibbidi-Bobbidi
Growing up in DC aint so sweet as can be.
The thoughts of stress I feel the stress of life coming on to me , my fears of college oh yeah  that place where comes all knowledge. The fear of not being successful
Beautiful. Remarkable. Stunning. Amazing. Heaven like. Perfect. Just a few words that come to mind when I see her picture. Her smile is contagious,
15 minutes to get to class 60 minutes to take the test 2 weeks to study 4 hours of sleep And what seems like an eternity waiting for grades
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
Day in, and day out there is a voice inside my head
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless   A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills To heal the hell until she fell Drowning neck high in alcohol  
I’m a whirlpool, No, A thunderstorm, No, A category 5 hurricane, Of thoughts, and hopes, Of memories, and dreams, Of puzzle pieces and star dust.   But everything stays silent.
America the Free~ But freedom has a price Tears fall from the innocent As they watch the souls of their loved ones Tumble to the heavens Questions unanswered Nothing yet gained
A endless night A brain flickering on memories Memories mainly making me murder myself The fear of reuniting with your enemy Who caused the pain without you knowing The innocent kid who played hide in seek
No one knows what I’m capable of With my brain and interchangeable love I’m a product of the stars, molded into the moon I’ve been falling so hard and I’ll get up soon My heart knows I’m too weak
I want to work my best, love my best, and help my best.                 Among a thousand other things. And I want to do everything at once.                And at one time.                At this moment.
what is it that defines us? our bodies, our minds, our hearts, our busts, our victories, our finds?   can we change? our views, our thoughts, the loves, the hates, our destiny?  
I'm  driving  home  alone  
You will not determine who I will be in my future... but I can say you played a part. Reasons to why I trust very few Speak very carefully
One of a kind-Original rap lyrics written by TScott (Me)   He was born in a state of poverty everybody knew him as a joke of society but look at him now tho, he got the flo
Sitting here feeling empty, not understood, an all alone.  Completely gone off to a place unknown, wandering through trying to find my way back. 
Alone
Secluded in the forest the mind is absolute. the silence deafening, the darkness blinding,
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Foot steps on the stairs, that aren't really there, feels like there's someone's watching me.Shadows on the walls,whispers down the hall,
What If...
Love, is so many things.It can be sweet,it can be bitter.It can be easy,it can be difficult.It can be hard,it can be soft.It can be anythi
A pearl Strong, beautiful and magnificent Able to do anything it wants But Now, it’s stuck in a shell Weak and frail
When its over..
Take me 
She was a flower, a beautiful flower. The kind you dream about.
Speak your mind when your friends are watching  Speak you mind when the clock is tocking Speak out loud when your words are shaking Speak you mind when your heart is breaking Speak out loud whe your breath is taken
I am… Strong Beautiful Intelligent Kind I am… Weak Chaotic Simple Cruel I am; a mirror A mirror of emotions
I've become my own motivation Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
I've become my own motivation Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
How do I love thee? Let me count thy ways   12 for  The number of scrapes I have from your regular practice of carving initials into my endoderm.  your fingernails scrape my wrist with my blood as your ink
You and I are made of stars,
as if the bruises from my self conscious's grip weren't enough of a reminder of these 
Kisses rain down... STOP. She lies to your face.. STOP. She doen't care about you.. STOP. stop...and listen he loves her she lies stop.   goodbye......
Suppression and subjugation On our conscienous fully operating Grating Against the grains of our humanity.   Leaving scars the hierarchy booms; blooming Soothing none whom it's consuming
The World Around Us Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays, As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
You see I don't want to grow up and I don't want to leave you I don't want to leave behind my memories.
Perfect   Who        is this unknown individual who lives underneath my skin?                   Everyone else sees who I am on the outside.                  I choose what I allow others to see on the inside.
Time is a beautiful enemy, a two faced friend. a HEALER,  a destroyer. A lover, but a fighter. Time is on our side. they say, " You have time to do this, you have time to do that!"
It's time, It was time a long time ago. 
I am sand  Built of different parts Shaped  If each piece of me stood alone, it would be overlooked, useless—abortive
  He's such a, but when you hear those weak mumbles, almost like a cry, I can't help but feel like, the most luckiest girl alive.
How high can you fly? White like the new moon, My bird in the sky; Singing a sad tune. Why are you alone?
"Just send your heartbeat I'll go... To that Blue Ocean floor" I'll never forget The time you asked me to explain, And you just knew, Knew I could help you understand. You knew that I had the ability
Student debt?I got that  Another Student loan?I'll get that Two more years until a BS?I'll do that Get an education no matter the cost?I've got this
The shaddows begin to appear, the night kills of the sun. The man walks, hopelessly, he knows he is not done.    The wind never blows, in his direction, there is no breeze.
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
Nobody knows how great first place is than second place does. Only a few meters behind him in a race, never the center of attention when people look around to judge, and never being a girl's first choice or taste.
Sitting here while I think in a swirl of thoughts draining like a sink down my neck and arms  to my fingers typing on this link Thinkig about what makes me tick
Overwhelming loud in my head A crowded brain, my minds so jumbled Focus! No. The voices tell me I'm not good enough You're not working hard enough You've gotta do better than that!
What really makes me tick? Dealing with routine, bogus shtick. Understanding this requires more than the gist. Nothing slick, nothing missed, just the worst possibe itch.
I've always said the sound of your voice could tear me to pieces, But I haven't heard you speak for days
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
I love to study I hope to make some money Prove to myself and to others that I'm like no other Unique. That is me I don't want to flee Independence is what I seek My goal is to reach the peak
Products upon products Days lost to adulation Looking for beauty under rocks, in-between articles. The funny thing is, I buy all this crap, but never wear it. Hundreds of dollars spent on makeup
The point where light and dark converge,
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear. unable to relent nor express deep fear controlled by all sides of other people expressions able to listen but unable to be heard words struggle to escape the mind 
I'm a little woman as I've been described. 5'1 and not an inch higher, but I want to stand amongst giants. In my dreams, they're next to me as we speak intensively
In a world So full of mystery
  What turns my gears and gets me going Is the heightened sense I have of knowing That life is as abundant as a fruitful tree.
How shall I attempt to remember her?
Art
My mind— Which usually perplexes me— Gets excited by art. Likes to dunk the world Into color, and tack On words My mind is Narcissus who— Under the beguiling face
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear   Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer  
Am
is it so wrong that i'm content?i do not strive to make myself appear like i am more or less,i just am. what is the crime in being?for i do not add or take away from myself,i just am.
My Friend,   I hold your face with gentle hands, gazing into
“They will always be small.”
I see you walk by I let out a sigh And I wish I could talk to you But you're so dang shy, But that's the reason why I really like you   I've known you for what seems like forever
  She exploits her body to the opposite sex Or the same sex It doesn't matter right As long as she gets her pay check Because at the end of the night Her pockets are full $500 in tips
My mind is a blur: it races from thought to thought without catching its breath.  One moment: I meditate on the plight of the impoverished.  The next: that puppy across the street is adorable. 
The mind it adapts. it will analyze and scan. Knowledge it will seek.
A little Girl Broken,Ashamed and Alone. Forced to live in a place she once called Home.
where your hair straight is what some people yell some people prefer my hair better curly..I can tell why is the condition of my hair a concern They preach that the work place prefers a more "traditional look"
I often think about life and being stressed constantly working and trying my hardest to be the best but who cares what place I come in, whether that be 1st,  2nd or 3rd my only care is that my voice is heard
I hear your heavy, beating wings That fill the warm summer air.  Some hide in fear of your stings. However your flight is a glorious affair. Watching you; full of fuzz
Speak you mind poetry slam Who made paper? Who stole from the trees? Who lied to the birds? Who sung to the bees?
Jonathan Murray "The Silent Killer"   The silent killer to all I fear Is one where no one is in the clear. Pressing thoughts and pure emotion Can put one’s life in slow motion.  
What makes me tick?   When your lips turn up in a smile and you laugh and your face lights up and I forget about how broken we are and I remember I was made to love.