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When things are going wrong, Put those problems into a song. When we are alone,  Singing makes us feel at home.   If you are too sick, Just listen to music. If you have a frown, 
my friend told me something very interesting, something i'd never thought of before he said, So you know how a bow works right? for a bow and arrow I said, yeah of course i do he said,
Dear mom, I’m tired of your games, Tired of you telling me that I will never make it. You never know my true thoughts And I refuse to share them with you,
A gifted talent no one's found Watching a TV with no sound Eating chips that crack too loud No verbal contact, I'm too profound To hide behind your lies and hold truth You're subtle but I have no proof
Swimming through my lake of thoughts I gaze and then behold, The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing The young and also the old
It's an empty promise. A temporary bliss. But blissful nonetheless Scaring my worries away Even if just for a few moments. But the thought to let go is terrifying
This world can seem so scary not everything is pixie dust and faries. So much evil that we see in the media, you don't beleive everything you see...do ya? I find my escape in the stanzas and rhymes
First week of freshman year; the hallways were bright before the bullies mapped their routes and made it nearly impossible to get to    the good vending machines. An occasional shove into a locker wasn't the worst
I should have known the minute they started treating me different Well, now I'm all grown and I'm getting thrown out of my ass Forced to be all on my own, stuck with nowhere to call home
Placing words on this paper 
You water me with your reassurance You made me feel beautiful You dowzed me with sun You forgot to water me  You left me to welt You told me I was pretty  Yet you left me out to welt
Dear Me,   Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out, In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare  To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round, You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
Step back Face the facts The world spins and carries our slack I sit  I wonder  But I don't react I can't react. Our sight  Our might  Our brain waves distorted
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
Dear Ms. Yolanda, You know I care about you right? Well, I do. You are my family and I will always love you. But we need to talk. I wish you would start living already.
I'm about to flow in Heavy winds hittin lately but we aint even lookin' The world going through shit but you are still foolin' Plus all these young niggaz coming through with no endz
Dear Height Differences, There are so many things I like about you. And things that I absolutely hate. When my doctor told me I was stuck at the height of 4'11" at the age of seventeen,
Dear God,
Why can't I just be a bird, that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly? Why can't I just be the sun,
Is it because my skin is not the color of milk or the lightest of creme that my world I was born in since birth is stilted. It's tilted.   
Bricks are problems.
Many people want to live the fast life That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife There is no need to live in strife Just don't go searching for the fast life
I'm sick of waiting for the world to pass on judgement. I'm sick of waiting for its punishment. I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come whether it is ot bring joy or if it is to bring tradgedy.
Whose left? It seems that the world has forgotten. Those who gave their all, so that we could be proud of our country. No one thinks of them anymore, they only see problems.
B L I N D I see the way he looks at her He wants her He would brighten her The perfect two Oh, joy! Like they were matched Meant to be But, She's too blind!
    Red is for the blood Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom White is for nothing Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
It was a rule I broke that would lead me to find a person who was actually kind. A person I barely know, and has had the courtesy to say "Hello". Countries away we are and yet with social media
Can you hear me now, As I call through the cloud The memories of the year that has past? The memories of joy The memories of tears The memories of death The memories of life  
  It was in her younger years, When she saw her parents fears. Her sister would be gone, Then the police would appear.  
I can't let go of the past. It isn't that simple. The memories are engraved in my brain  Like the scars on skin. They play in my head over and over Like a movie on loop. If I could simply forget them
It was what nobody suspect, And denial begins, Because how could a girl like me Who has everything  Fall into this pit of darkness?   Is it really my fault That I may be depressed?
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked. Not one soul could take away the love I had for you. Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
Every place we explore Filled with negativity Every person Complains about dignity Every popular news station Preaches only the bad  
I ask about love, And if I can ever find it. But how can I expect someone to love me, When I don't love myself? How can I expect respect, When I tear myself down? How can I expect anyone to trust me,
What's the most important part of the outfit? For some it is the shoe, the shirts, the hair But for me,  it won't simply be found anywhere. You can't buy it in a store, Nor have it tailored.
I am not a poet, And when I do I try, I put myself down, And give up every time.   I am not a poet, Though I would like to be. I find I can never express My feelings accurately.  
Something I don't understand Is why we are always fighting Who's right, and who's wrong? Who's to blame, who do we disagree with? Does it matter? Do we have to convince the other side
The person who always looks happy Is the one that gets hurt the most The person who always care about others Is the one that gets hurt the most The person who always works hard
Can anyone love me? Would anybody be willing to withstand My horrible insecurity, The side of me I hide? Would you be willing to tell me  It will be alright, When you know I don't believe you?
Author's Note: This was a poem written by Catrina Sable, a good friend of mine, and myself. Enjoy!   Two girls that feel alone Lost in their head Replaying the battles, Hearing the never ending screams,
You can think in a blink, But you better not wink. Don't scow at the Polaroids, I know you're annoyed. You didn't want to be there, Because lets face it you don't really care.
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
There's a brick wall that only we can see and it's my fault that it came to be. With a torch I set the bridge to flames and then looked for someone else to blame.
I need help paying for college. Let's look at this mathematically. Now, a good college = Time x Money. Everybody knows that Time = Money. So, a good college = (money)^2
I need help paying for college. Let's look at this mathematically. Now, a good college = Time x Money. Everybody knows that Time = Money. So, a good college = (money)^2
Years are drifting by, Life is passing through, Pain and sorrow surrounding you, We surpass the challenges, Only for new ones to form, We raise our hands, In hopes that everything will be okay,
The world is crying  cause children are starving  while inside your dying  and you can't stop the heartache  the dealers are buying  the people are lying but you can't stop trying  to fight it
What would you know, About me and my plight? Have you heard me scream for dear life? Have you seen my inability to talk, Incapable of expressing myself, Unless it is by paper, by words.
To think of what I want to save When moving very far away Perhaps inside a lovely cave But I would really rather stay  
Your knees are weak, the world looks bleak.
Corruption uses those faces Beautiful faces Have control in reality and illusion Spawning death everywhere   We need those pretty faces That inspire and hypnotize
Conflicted
Why create a poem if not for a loved one? Why sing a song for someone if not for someone special? Why not just make it something less meaningful since you dont like them? Well here is a wake up call.  
My Shrink is on Xanax 
10:56pm Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown. its 10:56 and im numb. not too long ago i got my phone taken away,  and just let me something about that.  
One day the night’s shadow will creep upon the vast skies,
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold, Enter this world as you are, Not as you are told- That you should be. Because that is not you, It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.  
Second chances, second tries, fresh opportunties. But I'm like a broken record, there's never a new me Keep on doing the same thing, keep on fucking up things. Always the same pain, the same stress the same ordeals.
Sick of this era’s categorization, overanalyzation, and hasty labeling of human beings.   They label us all smoothing stickers over our names,
Avoiding, evading,
Money is such an issue So much so I may need a tissue As I try to make good grades and pass my classes I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at
  It’s all right to take a breather sometimes
Pure white porcelain 
              I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
She believes in self expression, Righteous Writing, Speaking out. She knows that your transgression Awaits in hiding In the words behind your mouth She understands that it has meaning.
A smile covers the face of a boy from a broken home,
It…was the first time…that I’d ever felt extramarital sex was a sin Was the first time I’d tasted the bitterness of this forbidden fruit I’d always found sweet Your hands which I’d always thought were warm chilled me to the bone
Watch him go! The silly thing The pitiful, puny, ugly thing Six grabbing Appendages Crawling up the table leg The shadow of my finger Chasing him Scramble home,  little bug,
This world. Yes. This one The one you're a part of Is dying The United States falls The Middle East quarrels The world is gripped by panic, and fear Pestilence War Poverty
A body in the street  but no one knows how the small child sees his brother dead facedown now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue Is this what we wanted
I refuse to fit into your 9x9 inch squares and your 12x12 inch cubicles I refuse to always comb my hair and always look my best just so people could say, "yo, you look fresh ta death!"
Standing in the front of the mirror, I hear someone murmur, "The problem with bones is that they are hidden beneath all my fat." The real problem with bones is that they have become symbols.
  Family. Such a  frail fragile thing It is a living ecosystem of aunts and uncles Mothers and Sons, daughters and their fathers. What becomes of this intricate unit when it is disturbed?
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.  You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.  I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before. 
   
Past     closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps unwind
  Ew, you stink! Go away Take a bath, wear deodorant.
Forget Me Not *controversial*    Morning sickness brings the blues, Monthly cycle is overdue. She was drunk that night, Flinging morals in the wind,
Like a snake shedding its old skin. Its itchy and uncomfortable. Heavy and bothersome. Makes the insides of the stomach roll around in anxiety and half disgust.
You cut into my skin Whether you know it or not You don't think it a sin I'm just an afterthought   My troubles you laugh at And you say they don't exist Somehow it's just that
Everyone comes to me with there situations But where do i go with mine Everyone always assumes i'm fine Maybe helping people is just suppose to be my vocation
The day started normally, Like it always does, And nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Not until 3rd period when I decided to make my best (or so I thought) better
All the time I see it happen, all around me it goes on. What do I do? Why do I do it? I Stand Up! I Fight Back!  I fight for the little guy.  I fight for what's right.  I do it for those who need help. 
Fade away Into yesterday Will anyone know when I am gone Trapped in yesterday Wanting to escape The sorrows that enrapture me Trying to be brave
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."
I am a revolving door People crash into me In tears they ask me to move. People ignore my dirty glass. They never wipe tears from my face. I am a revolving door.
Dear Love: How have you been? I remember when, We first talked; It’s been a while since then. And I hope we’re still friends, We got some issues, but let’s mend the fences.
I wish that I could sleep, I wish I couldn’t see, All the things that we could be. I wish that I could breathe, I wish that it was we, But it’s you plus her, not me.
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.
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
Heated Upset Not Happy All the product of problems Jay-Z says he has 99 This bitch has too many to count   no, not like real life problems
What I Hate Do you know what I absolutely hate? What makes me so sick to my stomach? And my skin crawl with repulsion? I’ll tell you what I hate:
Another day, another way,
I down another bottle To wash the pain away. For a brief moment, I feel a bit okay.
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history Flesh that isn't our own Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people. They fight.
I have an unhealthy attraction to brokenness
Changing More than your clothes More than your appearance Start with yourself, and look deeply Inside   Leading More than yourself  More than what's expected
This is not about me This is about someone I see everyday She’s sad, depressed Tearing over spilt milk She’s a coward Doesn’t speak against anyone else She does as she’s told and never speaks up.
just because there are bigger problems in the world doesn't mean yours
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
ending it all horribly. brought down,  Our world will be in ruins If there isn't anyone,
Names called out in the hall, Tears-streaming-down, How can this be right? Under pressure from everyone, school, parents, friends…and now this Back-and-forth-back-and-forth;
  If I could, my eyes wouldn’t blink so fast. My oh so lonely heart wouldn’t feel so smothered.
“YOLO!”-- hold on sorry.......YOWO! Now what exactly can I sway, if I may? through video or paper -- which matter, which way? To release many thoughts, through frames per second, no way
The numbers are swarming in front of my eyes,
Food, water and shelter That's it.. That's what I would focus on If I had the chance to change the world. I'm serious, all other issues aside   Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
It ran away some time ago, or perhaps it was stolen.  Not by a man, a drug, or a mix of the two.  It was stolen by the world.
He’s got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
Everyone seems to have all these high expectations for me,  for I am a preacher's daughter, I am a "smart" person, I am innocent.   No one expects me to slip up. I am not allowed to get a bad grade,
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours Both take my time and waste it as I try, Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy. Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
  TWERKING, WHORING, FIGHTING ON CAMERA BUT YET THEY WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE ROYALTY . THERES NO GUIDANCE, NO MORALS, NO FUNCTION TOO MANY WANT TO BE BOSS ASS BITCHES INSTEAD OF A PHENOMENAL WOMAN
This year's almost over How terrific to hear It hasn't been the best, and that is certainly clear.   Filled with depression; Overflowing with sorrow Not an obsession
              Running, running, running As fast as I can go They're coming closer still My breath is running low  
Last night :Big fightNext morning:lots of mourning4'9 , light complexion ;brown eyes, black hair15 year old femaleNobody knows where
High school? The glorious years. When will that come true? I had been told that high school would hold some of the best years of my life.
Do not tell me… Do not tell me… Because when you tell me, you do not tell me. You clandestine As if words don’t roam from ear to ear
                                                                                                     From the time we are born, we learn. We learn to walk, speak, eat. We learn right from wrong.
What can't I say to my teacher?​I can say everything.But I don't.
Her baby is here. She comes back emptyhanded.  She cries every day.   
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
Ambulance sirens.Someone else dying.Girls getting knocked up.The fathers leave or get locked up.Few fake cops.Walking out dealing with Opps.
Oh what things I wish I could have said; That I would taste rolling on my tongue; The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche; And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
I've learned to like the problems. I've learned to love the pain. There is no hope of coping with it any other way. They say "Be glad with what you have, and you will be alright.  Cherish every moment, 
How are you still here? Jon, how are you still here through all my pain and all my tears, through all of the fears I've laid out right before you? I delved into my heart and rambled on
Broken home Broken heart Torn from the inside out Just ripped apart ……………………………….. You’re behind my scars
When you have a bad day and you're tired and torn, when you look up to the sky  and ask why you were born, don't let it get to you, because you're better than that. Don't let it trouble you,
1 a.m. isn't for those "just married" couples sleeping  together for the first time, 1 a.m. isn't for those who party everyday of the week nor for those who  stay up late playing video games.  
You had me really scared and disappointed But we're passed that Our relationships got ups and downs Like the NASDAQ Late nights when no one else would You'd let me crash at The crib throwing fibs to those
I'm just dying To be perfect. Whatever it takes, Will be worth it. Can I please, Be enough for you? I'm stumbling, trying, To make it through. And pleasing everyone,
I could tell you a secret, But it's locked inside. I could dig in and reach it, If I dismantled my pride. I really want to tell you, But you're in a different state of mind.
Acting, Like I'm up on a stage. Memorized the lines On every page. And the girl, The one that I play, She's the one That'd you'd like, And see every day. But underneath the surface,
Give me liberty or give me death. They taught me that, but I can’t even take a breath. They stare with distaste, that test was an accident please don’t hate.
I remember when we first met The summer before my first high school year Can’t seem to remember the exact day, but the month and year I’ll never forget That year so long ago has finally brought me to cry my last tear
Unlike me you live your life as if it's a game rolling the dice taking the chances whenever they come up   You live life with a lot of unsolved problems whenever they come up
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones. They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob. My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind. The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately. Luring me into a House where
The problem is that people can only speak with                                     oneMouth. Most people will only listen to a person a single                         time.
I keep over thinkingAnd I give myself problemsThese problems only exist in my mindBut my mind won’t shut upSo I continue to have these problemsThat aren’t even real
Just waking up on a summer day Maybe it's noon or later okay You stretch for your phone just to see Message Received "Hey it's me(:" Groaning and complaining you reply 
I write a poem; a verse; a page in my diary, To calm this fire and rage. Cause there is no soul I trust to let the air out.   I listen to those music; to those rain drops falling;
Need experience to get a job Need a job to get experience   Need a job to pay for college Need a college diploma to get a decent job   Only borrow as much as you can pay back a.k.a.
On a Saturday night around 12 am I find myself lost in a haze of vibrations and hands Pulling at my hips, while we dance At the end of our meeting With a name and a drink I was greeted
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me. Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me, Pushed so hard I believed they were my own, Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
I am the center of a tornado Everything around me is crumbling and crunching They are spinning and spiraling out of control But here, here at the core Is my peace, my bliss
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write, When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write, When my brethren are brutally killed I write, To share the pain, to discover a solution,
the gulf is opened waves rough and obnoxious filled with the hopes and the dreams and the crushed desires morose days depressed nights things that just don’t go the way you would expect
Intimidated by the overgrowing sounds My mouth smothered by a trembling fear My voice lost in the jungle of words A feeling of regret blooming in my throat
When you leave a night with unfinished words and unspoken feelings, You’re left with these emotions that cast on for a year, trying to fit in a day; Impossible feelings you never thought possible,
Stuck in a triangle so it seems, Lost beyond hope by any means. Struggling to win a losing fight, I think I just lost the love of my life. Should have brought a life jacket, To avoid sinking in life's sins
The stress of perfection showed upon my face as I gazed at my reflection, but I wasn't perfect. I had become a master of deception, writing lies in the book of life all to create a false perception.
I'm too young to have a stressed mind If money wasn't real we would have less crime Cause of banks we got bodies full of hollow clips Put the money in the bag and run like a politic Life ain’t soft I pray in the rough
I'm going through the motions And I don't know why. This whole feeling is atrocious But I can't even hide. I'm smiling in the physical But crying all day. Must be something spiritual
As the days go by, God continues to be my teacher... displaying the strongest of challenges to my eye, like cheering fans on the bleachers...
Never had to talk and never wanted to talk Had any problems, kept them to myself Problems with myself, the surrounding, our world, key and lock But I can’t handle this and no one else will tell
They say i'm way too young To find the man that is the one If i dont find him i'm going to burst That is why i put my God first
Transparency
We are all human We all want to be equal Why is it so hard?
Walking home, long day. November already? We vote, and give thanks. The leaves are brown. And the weather slips down. The cold giving me a slight chill.
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