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In her eyes everything is big and tall  Trees sway like giants  She notices every ladybug  Each crack in the side walk is a canyon   In my eyes everything is tiny and small  Letters on my keyboard
 YouTube videos replace my creepy, old, Chemistry teacher.I can't keep up in French, and don't ask if I can understand: I can't.AP World History might put me to sleep in a coffin with all this stress.I'm much too anxious to be my old, creative sel
It wasn't supposed to end this way Months have passed but I'm still in shock I know I can't changed what happened that day Still I wish you were around to knock Seems like God said it was your time to go
 A sheltered home, a loving family This is where I start Learning what’s right
The cry that pierced the cruel and gleaming night, A sound that shook the world making it stop Sharp, cutting through the chilling winds of the cold twilight,
I’m in a pickle and I don’t know what to do.   I popped it, probably Without even realizing I was covered in thorns   in a bubble.
Night and day they repeated this process The rocky eggs died in gold-dust And the chemical’s specific gravity traveled Not six or seven times, but 360
i turned twenty last weekend and i can already feel my heart rotting Ally Sheedy was right that is not to say that i am an adult but still
  because im scared too i remember you told me when we were at K'OOK last Tuesday night and i wanted to say me too
I bury myself in multiple layers of clothing. White jacket over white raincoat over white t-shirt over white lifevest. The crowd can’t see me when I’m snuggled in all this fabric.  
When I was young living was free, I grew up and now there is a fee, Chores were exciting and filled with glee, All of a sudden now they are a necessity, As a child my family supported me,
I remember the Cinderella dress and slipper shoes that I used to use I would dazzle myself in jewels that would shine once the sun reflected onto it
I’ve wanted to be friends with Bella for so long She’s blonde and her sense of humor is very strong We’ve never been very close But for many years that’s what I’ve wanted the most
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me  Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me  Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
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
The sense of divergent surroundings in her stomach was not a new one. In fact that wariness and excitement of the unknown had become more comfortable to her than any other feeling.
I was four when it happened. Locked in the bathroom, hugging and sobbing together while the police were outside trying to keep my parents from not being in the same room together.
Age
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
It's like when you first get on a roller coaster you don't know what to expect but your strapped in. Like you know going but you just don't know when.
  you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
From barbies to iphones, From bare face to makeup, From ignorance to education, From spending my parents money to not wanting to spend $7 on a shirt,
I had to dig through my late night journals and old Tumblr posts,Then recovered those old songs, and unleashed all of our old ghosts.As I sat and listened to our songs, I remembered how much we’ve both changed.
Grow up. And/or glow-up. What a thing to say What does that even mean, anyway? Growing up. It's funny how I used to think This phenomena was a thing  That wasn't happening to me.
For years and years I faced the sun Till one day I was on the run Scared and lonely with no place to go Depressed and suicidal, I had no home   My petals were falling My roots were failing
I realized that I was no longer a kid when “They” looked at me and did not express the glee, the glorious reflections that my parents “see” when they look at me.
Six, seven, eight, nine, Growing up I would find an interest in writing my own stories. And those stories, cheap imitations of novels I had read, featured characters unlike me.  
The day that I had finally felt old Was the day that I stood up and said something bold. When my father had said things, I knew to be wrong Eventually I knew I shouldn’t play along.
As I sit I think about the times I messed up. I'm so fortunate to never have an empty cup. Day by day repeating the Lord's Prayer Unlike those who were lost to the Slayer.
Realization   Strolling down the unfamiliar Streets of Beverly My family on our way To the car I am not to leave in  
This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse; Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder. The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.  
Windows rolled down Air coarsing through my lungs Wind in my hair Stars are out Speeding down the interstate And not looking back
        Leaves change and then they fall Each with their own story You’ll never know them all   Leaf and branch Branch and tree Each one
I am alive.
The early morning horizon greets the night skyat this moment there is no distinction between night and day.As the two bodies fight for power,I lone to fly away. There was a time when I promised it would never go away,but instead I find it hard to
My mom got cancer But I was only fifteen Heartache made me grow
I have realized that I am no longer a child looks for scholarships
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this? I did not have a voice, I did not have a choice Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
To say I have grown, To say my limbs have stretched towards the sky like trees, To say my roots have begun to form, yet still sometimes are shaken by the Breeze, Is true.  
once I was scared no longer will I live in fear of the coming life
We learn the most from choices made in fire The Bible Belt taught me my choice was made To love a girl and settle down, required Who’d choose to unravel that hand, already played.
Birth Overwhelming and unremembered Completely dependent and not yet aware of all that my new life now required So much potential  in a body so small So much to do and so many ways to fail
I spent my childhood looking Looking to belong Looking to be accepted Everywhere I went I looked for me I got close a few times But it wasnt quite me One day I heard a sound
Your not a kid anymore! That's what everyone is saying You're all grown up now, The day you hold your first set of keys in your hand,
As we grow As we change The years blend into one And we add a number to our age.   When we were once young We reached for bright colors Our style has dulled Now we reach for each other
The bright pink walls were painted over with gray, Animals, dollls, all thrown away. I lock myself up in my one room castle, Avoiding my family, my chores, my hassels. I hear my mom say "we never see you anymore!",
Sun shining, Playing hide and seek, I can’t find childhood anymore, Maybe it got tired of playing.
i know it will be a beautiful Day 
Search for a sign in the soil of the plot of land behind your flat, lift your chest to better sense the vibration of the leaves
Where has time run off to? Just yesterday I snuck to get some cookies in the fridge Now I detest a simple sample of sugar Oh No! Is this what the old folks talked about?
Growing up is... Weeks of prayers, of hopes, of efforts- Nothing worked. Years of memories, years of life- Lost. The best man I ever knew- Gone.
When I was seven I thought the worst thing in my world  was not that my parents fought and my mother hit. It was that my older sister was kicked out of the white deli she was doing a project on Poland
Four years and I have built a family Theater, something I never knew I needed Until it was gone I look back on the times we made that circle
growing up  throwing up find your shoe need to poo write a line find sometime to realize to emphasize to change your skin take out the bin Growing up Drink a cup
I watched the breathtakingly beautiful scene as the sun kissed the sky it's final goodbye  Found myself mesmerized, unable to contain my admiration
A woman that I admire warned me that Americans are always in a rush. Constantly in a hurry to keep going, never knowing where although
Right from Wrong Good to Bad Peace of mind to constant worrying Child to Adult Then I realized I grew up
Since the light hit my pupil out of the womb/  Until my lids shut and I'm in the tomb/ The Joy of life isn't quite the same/  Sometimes, you must go through pain/ Being naive all so young/
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11 years old. I left with my dad. I hadn't seen him in a while. It was nice to see him smile. 13 years old. Middle school has ended, no congratulations came from the woman whom had begun it all.
The crashing of waves like sobbing of tearsThe clap of the riptide like a child screaming till red in the earsThe calm waters of the evening under skies lavender and plumLike a child falling asleep and sucking her thumb
That's my baby!
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
I try to hate you, I do But I can’t In fact, I’m jealous of you I find you amusing I find you captivating   You have the ability to control
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?" "When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?" Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn, 
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?" "When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?" Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn, 
  Suddenly By: Isabelle Cogger   I sat down beside her, Trying not to cry, Her hand met my hand, One final, last goodbye.  
University, one, two, three How many faces will I see I walk to class, faces pass Sit down, Stand up Day after day Is this adulthood? I drive, I vote, I drink
when my father's voice no longer brought me comfort, but made me angry was when i knew i wasn't a little girl anymore.   when my mother's hand no longer made me feel
Growing up wasn’t when your dad started hitting you, Or when you finally came out to your family only to be humiliated, Or even when your best friend got knocked up in 10th grade.
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith From single mother poverty and no high school education.                 But I am from my mother and brother’s arms Ready to embrace always, “I love you.”
A glow up for me was havin’ the realization Depression was my setback, not my damnation I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
The most carefree child That’s what I was Obsessed with school And willing to believe that everything was for a purpose in this world  
You're not the same Little Girl Scared at 4 You're not the same Little Girl Broken and unsure  He doesn't dictate how you let men treat you Let it go, Little Girl You're a woman now
It is the worst feeling to drown while trying your hardest to stay afloat, It is the hardest to watch your friends walk away while reaching for them, It is almost as if quitting will give me my peace,
We all live in a snow globe, And we’re all trying to escape. They have their art, ropes, and science, But who has the guts to take To take everyone apart
Used to not practice, Failed all of my auditions. I perform and teach.
When I knew I was growing up I thought I was out of luck I lost my brother Who was truly like no other  I was depressed and sad I was really mad The choices I have made because of this were not smart
friend. noun 1.someone who is only there when convenient? 2.someone who uses you for your talents? 3.someone who puts you last? 4.someone who only reaches out when they need something?
riveting emotion in a heart connected by mere thread  slowly unraveling look at what I have done to you!
sometimes you have to see where you will be instead of where you are tough it out, it's not that far. have fun don't run your past was bad but a look back won't make you mad
sometimes you have to see where you will be instead of where you are tough it out, it's not that far. have fun don't run your past was bad but a look back won't make you mad
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed Watch the shadows creep their way under to door. Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Grow(i)n(g) Up The day I turned 18, I announced my independence from my parents. I’m a grown up, I say to them. They nod in agreement.
i cry more when i'm Happy than when i am Sad. is that right? Happy is pure, and raw, and exciting, but when i am Sad i tend, too, to be Mad. is that so? maybe not Mad, but rather Defeated.
7 hours of school 5 hours of work Sleep and repeat Weekend arrives 8 hours of work Sleep and repeat Hard work Lack of free time Represents oncoming adulthood
Feeling alone Feeling unworthy Nowhere to go  No one to turn to  Trying to cry It's not working Trying to yell  But they have taken my voice I curl up in a ball
                                                           A Crazy Road
I look in the mirror  and actually see my worth.  I have grown so much. 
Get disappointed, It feels like happiness now How's that supposed to turn my frown  Upside down My expectations are never met Maybe I shouldn't make them for people Or persons 
Sticks And Stones An Original Poem About Bullying
Grow up in a smalll town, seeing the world with sunshine and rainbows Few years later the color in life fades like an old tattoo You see the struggles The fights The sudden loss of hope People self medicating
Some of us are made for love Some of us are made for one night stand Some of us are made for temporary relationship While others are made for life long partners Nothing is wrong with being who you are made to be
 Sink or swim, that was probably something I learned back in school. no swimming involved just listening.  Growing up and moving on up  the hardest thing I had to learn how to do was to swim. 
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
In high school, an endless tower of books to climb. Infinitely tall, with no where to fall.
*crayola, i painted with the colors of the wind*Daytona, a place where I long to live*ribbons, down my back*Lowering class rank, cut me some slack*nesquik, got milk today?*Sparkling , the bitter water that I take*long hair, braided into oblivion*O
These pink curtains, God these pink curtains Disgusting if I do say so myself Still up there, swaying with the wind that entered my stuffed-animal filled room through the opened window,
  The sunrise and the lake tides merged together as I sat on the cold stone concrete The colors of the sky dripped into color and the tides moved as precise as a heartbeat
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Growing up.  It filled my dreams since I was young.  Images of height, power, poise.  Growing up seemed so out of reach,  something that I wanted to obtain.   
The way she spoke...She would talk of the heavens.She breathed in sour and buffed out sweet air.
9-5
"9-5" by Julian Crockett   Sometimes Life feels like a drag I think I’d rather do without Sometimes everyone’s a nag I’ve gotta find a way out  
Who she was dwindled away as the years went on, I didn't really notice then she was gone,  She decieved me, As her eyes crystalized and her words heated me,
I’m not a kid anymore My school no longer has a playground That has a slide as long as the hallway to the door I’m not a kid anymore
Us
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
means the giddy, awkward feeling of walking home from dinner in the still-daytime, puffy pink clouds punctuating our periphery
No one told me that it’s not okay for a boy to cost you Your peace Of mind But they did say it was okay for him to take A piece Of your heart.
I used to walk upon the Earth, Not knowing what it’d give me. I yearned to be a grown adult, Being a child felt belittling.   I used to lie upon fresh-cut grass, And stare into the clouds.
Who knew I needed water, Maybe the doctor.  For a flower to blossom, Now that I’m in college I know the problem. Water is the answer to health, Which now I know means more than wealth. 
I am stuck in the age that you love to mock, but it wasn't my fault I couldn't stop the clock. Two thick braids have unraveled into soft curls, grinning crooked teeth turned to bright whitened pearls.  
There I stood,  Just because I could. Now here I stand, Just because I need a hand. How time changes, A person as young as so, Isn't it strange? That as I grow, I still change.
Cold darknessCool brightsWarm underand Red Hot whites That fateful day, it occured to meThat kids don't do their own laundry
The heavy load became too much upon my shoulders. Thoughts in my head became boulders, Blocking the rays of light. In my mind, it was always night.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
I don’t remember my face looking that way; I don’t remember my eyes shining so bright; I don’t remember my smile being so stunning Or my face being so bright.  
  I see you smile.  And I smile back.  We all laugh at the same dumb joke, A feeling I had forgotten.  It almost wasn’t recognizable. 
Being a thug is all fun and games because of the girls and the money, but once your homeboys start dying at your feet, it is no longer funny.  Born into this dangerous life with no choice, 
The sickening sound of bullets blasting my classmates haunts me, the disturbing images of piles of children lifelessly laying on the floor is my reoccurring nightmare. 
In every person’s life, there is a moment in which everything changes The very foundation of the earth shifts as the tectonic plates feel the need to stretch.
Looking up at the bright blue sky,  My two best friends next to me,  Eating ice cream with the sweet sound of the ice cream truck in the background Talking about middle school, clothes, the future,  Looking back, 
Smoldering, burning, turning Take it out start hammering, shaping and cooling
When I was young, I thought I didn't have a choice. The world was decided for me. Where to live, Where to learn, Where to thrive, They all encouraged me to stay in the same place.
I open my Bible to see what you have to say. My heart feeling shattered, I'm only a tear away from giving up today.
You see people walking down the street, you never know who you're going to meet. You don't know their stories or their glories. We judge because we only wish to know. When youre walking you see people talking... But can you read?
They say I can make it happen, break the cycle don't let the abuse continue overlapping. Statistics say you're likely to end up like your parents it's insane. that's just static in my brain.
Just listen… Listen to the sounds of nature… If only I could have… I remember being so young All I wanted to do was stay in and play Sonic
Take a breath, pause. Step back, pause. Am I okay? Sit at home wondering why, my body isn't like theirs. My voice isn't like theirs. It's like the world is,
The Theroy of General Relativity Proclaiming scientific evolution diffidently Came from a man who didn't pass his college entrance exams.   "To be or not to be" To be a middle school dropout
Birthday,  Big Day, I'm no longer a girl Day.    Women's Day, But in the middle of July.    Two days later, she's dead  I'm here.  Waiting for my turn, wondering  
as a child, i gave benefit of the doubteven though they would leave me out.sometimes they would be friendly, other times they would be cold to me.rude nicknames were givenbut i embraced them as if it were a win;as i grew, i saw muted laughs and lo
isn’t it crazy— how quickly your memories become a little hazy?  how fast the tide changes?  even though you never noticed it before  isn’t it crazy  how quick the seasons go from hot to cold  and you could’ve sworn  the shirt you wore that day wa
I’ve grown accustomed to catch up with you every few months.   You tell me about your job, I tell you about my new hobbies  
stand up stand strong speak loud nver let others push you down never be pushed into silence got to speak up about the violence the struggles the fear and the hunger dont forget about your sisters and your brothers
With words that burn and bite and sting, they creep up on your mind and ring until you no longer sleep at night.   There are sounds and smells that remind you of days passed,
How do you tell the person who shattered you that you are trying to glue the pieces of yourself back together?
A fight against something you fear, Whether or not they're already here, is something I've fought, but all for naught, for safety and security is always near.
You used to keep me safe, out of harm's reach, but now you suffocate any chances of showing the world who I can be.    You refuse to let me go, to let me grow into what I want to be. 
Not everyone sees me Some may not even now that I am there Not everyone knows who I am Some may not even know that I exist I hide on stage, back I am a name on paper, not a name in lights.
I am the small voice that fades into the background, I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head, I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
A nigh of mischief, an adventure, a nightmare.   Speed up! No. I'll crash, I'll fall, the world will spin   But the night is young.   Under the full moon
My biggest fear, A most realistic dread-- Was once the day You would move away And leave me behind.   A beloved sista,
he's a liar. fear whispers in your ear, looks over your shoulder, places his cold hands around your neck.   "you can't possibly do it," he says. "thinkthinkthink
You threatened me with good times, I am a flower, I opened my petals and let you in. You picked me from a garden and discarded me when the smell wore off, When I began to wilt I was no longer your muse,
At age one We had so much fun I mean at least when daddy wasn't at work
I was hanging on by a thread, Fear grasped on to me I hyperventilated, thinking of it made me sweat. I was never strong enough, Bold enough, Courageous enough, To leave the cage I was bound to.
I feared the outcomes. Of what they would think. "What a Whore." "She just wanted attention." "Why would he want her?" I was so scared of the judgements,  Even though i didn't do anything wrong.
Fear,  There’s plenty of it, it fills us all Paralyzes us, keeps cautious, wanting to avoid the fall Something we can’t outgrow or out run When it’s there we wish it were done Thought of the past plants it, thought of the future grows it Can’t bru
shaking hands looking back, i know it's in me.
With one word it begins Whipping heart and soul restlessly.  A torrent of words,  Incomprehensible accusations, And splintered sobs.  A fierce storm of ruin, Unceasing. 
Slow, Your mind begins to fear, Your brain feels like it’s being sheared, Your heart begins to flitter, as you face starts to quiver, Fast, You begin to breathe hastily, and your skin becomes pasty,
I stop your breathing I make your knees wobble I flutter around in your stomach I make you cry, chanting in your ear,
When I sleep, I have nightmares My nightmares are real, it's all happened before.
As a child I never found poetry worthwhile  the teacher would spin a web  that I could never understand in my head    It was never easy to write things that weren't cheesy 
i wander, alone my heart is quiet the first few drops fall, then  the sky turns yellow & i too am falling. i reach, plaid feelings extending, feelings unpeeling like an apple,  
As I think, it rushes in— A river, a torrent, a waterfall Threatening life or limb Or peace. Thoughts come swirling, pounding, In my head Never resting—unrelenting. Voices rush, a flood,
Hands inlayed with pain Bleeding from success Reserved for only one Yet used by everyone else.   They tremble and shake 
The fear of being dead weight. Of having talent, but not as much as X, Of having discipline, but not as much as Y, Of having ambition, but not as much as Z, It hacks at you until you’re weightless.  
One against a crowd But it’s not a competition A dream to be on stage But regret behind the scenes Your name announced And the crowd starts to clap
I used to be creative Then I went to school I used to play outside Now the air's too cool   I used to have ambition Living unrestrained But now my will's been missing
Closing in From every corner All the fire touches Is consumed.   For if we cannot trust The Flame Then whom?  
Fear can ingulf you like a storm Tearing everthing apart and rattling you up At the end of a storm there's always a rainbow
One desert searching for water Another looking for warmth in the night Both are desilate Both are hoping for more But as a desert You become accustomed to being empty And wanting more In the end
Maria, you’re a time machine You were in my present You took me to the past And you taught me to think on the future   In my tropical island I have never seen such destruction  
Maria, you’re a time machine You were in my present You took me to the past And you taught me to think on the future   In my tropical island I have never seen such destruction  
    When dealing with your absence, a part of me dies—making my heart beg to be euthanized.
There is fear in the streets, tarnished in disappointment and remorse   We failed to follow life’s course, catching and releasing like a wild horse.   Fear of heights, and falling from tall skyscrapers—  
She isn't old enough to die.  How do you, at 24, accept the news that your daughter won't live to see 2? Her first day of school, first crush, wedding, children, all of those potentials are now no more. 
Those devilish voices The apathetic taunting Assertive and passionate about their tactful deeds I keep vigilant as I watch for callous creatures who jaunt to vulnerable prey
13 years already           I think of you               when you’d waddle towards me           and I    sleepy-eyed      eager for the silver lychees in your palm            would reach out           the moon behind          a hanging canvas      
13 years already           I think of you               when you’d waddle towards me           and I    sleepy-eyed      eager for the silver lychees in your palm            would reach out           the moon behind          a hanging canvas      
Fear. Embarrassment for most, failure for me. Insecurity I’ve been diagnosed; never felt like I’d make it... success I’m an absentee.   No matter how hard I work. I just smile and smirk,
I feel like I'm drowning Retreating into my mind My brain hurts My legs numb My arms heavy and palms sweaty Body throbbing and tears streaming I lay, crying And sobbing And scratching
Fear welling up inside.He loved me. He lied.My heart wretchedly aches,But he is just fine.  
the time in between  the night and day  when the sun gets tired  and the moon wakes  i sit and stare  what will i dream of when i tire?  maybe it will be  the time we got lost
The horizon faded. The ailerons, jaded.    The winds blew fast and through.    The comms whirred. Myself, concerned.   I clutched the yoke and heard a croak.  
I hear America crying, the numerous sobs I hear, Those of Lady Liberty, crying hers as she sees her children struggle, the ideals of her nation betrayed,
they are not meant to scare you they scream with emotions  some sincere some detached but too many makes the room feel smaller you feel trapped you begin to speak but you trip on your words
Crutches. Two of them. One strapped to each arm.   That’s the first thing they see, But do they see me?   Stares.
You may have me shackled in dreams you once had Regrets from your youth, leading me to your path Authority of the father, I could never surpass You may be powerful, but you're not strong  
Don't expect that others will understandDon't expect they'll give you a handDo expect that on the other sideYou see their thoughts as fading demands Don't expect that you won't falterDon't expect your nights won't be longDo expect that the time it
The shadow follows me It's disguised as depression hanging onto me like the clothes on my back. It's darkness blends in with my black clothes   Do you feel it? The darkness behind you..
Some times the bees dont have honey  Some times the pour kids dont have money    For the bees its a mystery when they first begin  Where do I find honey and where does it swim  
What if I told you That a girl was scared to speak So she never did   What if I told you The room was silent and sad She did it for him   For her dad rested
Be confident in yourself Be fearless  Be respectful Be a good friend to everyone Be strong  Be kind Be giving But don't let people tell you what you can and cannot be
I never wanted to speak my part, or tell you what I wrote. But if I, then, must now share my heart, then here is my first note. Critics often hear a work, then proceed to tear it asunder.
I've got gasoline and a box of matches but I only need one to get the job done. there's a bridge beneath my feet, unsafe and worn, it can't take the heat.
We’re often on the run and for what? We don’t know what  you can hear the slight hum of talks among the spots.   Always on our own  we’re kind of from home.  You can feel the aches in your bones 
Health never lies in this time and age With little to hide and memories that fade Death and Life fight out in the day, Waiting for something to ease the pain  
Waking up every day knowing my father leaves for work at 4 a.m. to return at 5 in the evening. The thoughts lingering in the back of my head... "Will he come home safetly?" "What if he getes hurt" "What if I never see him again?"
perserverance .     So I focused. strength .    So I needed faith. tired .  So I gained power. weak .    So I kept going. push.   Until I gained courage. through.    So I felt the drive.
a pen has blood of inkstaining the pages forevera pen is a sword of literatureripping through line after linea pen contains a cartridge of venompoisoning all of my words a pen is a fountain of hope
Frayed are the edges of my mind. Regardless of however much I try, they never lose their grip; they never die.   Knuckles now are turned to white; the fears inundate my eyes.
It started with your kiss, Why did you have to do this? I'm feeling stronger everyday, But I'm feeling for you everyday. I felt like I had to forgive you I had to be better for you.
She says my first boyfriend can’t be my true love so rarely she says do first-time couples stay together and take on the world as one   She said  i should have been working harder
A sweaty finger slips.Glaring surface of the piano keystares like a wide open eye. 
Born into the color of my skin I was destined to fail.  A lifetime full of trials hitting me like hail. I would have never made it out alive.  Just another latina deprived, fighting to live and strive. 
Oh, the fear of school Oh, how pointless it was Oh, the addition of friends Oh, how they made a difference  Oh, how they pushed me Oh, how they were there  Oh, how amazing their support is
Forward is all we ever know The change from inside Outward shame to hide Toward the present answer, "No." Who are they to tell me The personality That resides deep within me now?
I should not fear it, but it's inevitable, The image of I standing with my brand that has reached beyond my expectations The less I believe the more it becomes debatable.
Who am I  I ponder my life is a wonder I wander stare the sky and wonder why  I can't cry  I always sigh Who am I  Staring in the mirror I can't stand the sight 
Most people are afraid of spiders or public speaking, Or maybe dark rooms and floor boards creaking, And while these may perhaps be on my list
My willow friend You die and thrive in certain seasons. Here for the pleasent weather, but gone in the cold.   Our conversations come like the warm breeze, but no matter what I say
I'm a ghost with a beating heart You're alive but yours wont start I'm getting worried child please don't leave Because when you die you wont be like me I can keep you safe I swear to it
I’m so afraid Of what happens in my Head As I lay there in the silence of my Very own bed   I’m afraid of the things
  “How are you gonna pay for college?” they say. “There’s just no way.”  “But look at your cousin who’s a traveling nurse.” “She carries millions of dollars in her purse.”
I looked down The ground, far below me; I looked up An endless sky. To my right A careless whisper. "Jump" It whispered "Jump and you will fly." I shook my head;
I am afraid You don’t know it from the outside I am afraid Yet 16 years of challenge taught me to bury my emotions I am afraid
This body since birth I've been told To hate it.   "Your body," he told me, "Is beautiful." Does he lie?   This body is the reason To lie, To cheat.
Dear grandma ,you taught me many things But not how to be a poet in an undelightful world. You taught me how to love but you forgot to tell me about the pain that comes with unrequited love.
Stomach full of swallows and monarchs Orange and green and gold My shifting eyes Never focused Thinking a mile a minute Thoughts but no way to comprehend Immediate sweat filled with regret
Nothing i want Everything is chosen This is the life i have Must obey and follow Try something different no never Not allowed
To talk of it is easily done, But To feel it coarse through your vein- That is a much harder task, And to the Universe I want to ask: Why am I so crippled? Why am I so blind?
SOCIETY   SCARY MYSTERIOUS   CRITICIZE DOUBT HURT   WILL I EVER FIT IN ?   SOCIETY  
SOCIETY   SCARY MYSTERIOUS   CRITICIZE DOUBT HURT   WILL I EVER FIT IN ?   SOCIETY  
Downright and blunt what else you could be If you tell me that I am not what others see I am far away from being right in this case Although I was not right at all during this phase
Downright and blunt what else you could be If you tell me that I am not what others see I am far away from being right in this case Although I was not right at all during this phase
being seventeen is a vacant endless hole of questions you’ll never be able to answer, the realization that you are going to disappoint almost everyone who matters you, including yourself
. . . right away, you’ll see it’s difficult to find: (That -- while it’s true, it’s only You able to see inside your, Mind, -- ) Lost thoughts often  become begotten
The sun is bright A glowing orb that touches your skin with a warm kiss I bask in the comfort it brings Embracing the arms of light wrapped around me Around every corner I can see
You stayed; You left; Like allergies in the spring. After flowers came and went, so did you. The festival came too late. I didn't even get to celebrate you.   You have no idea
what is a swimmer really feeling  when they are at the white block kneeling  they anxiously wait for the buzzer the referee meticulously hovers   their heart rapidly pounds with very sound 
Trying to talk Being afraid I know how to walk It's hard to be brave.    Ever since I was litte It was hard to silence P-P-Please don't fiddle  with your corrective lenses  
Love doesn’t want no body Doesn’t want this body Love doesn’t want to be here.   Love right now is outside in the driveway Sitting against the hood of it’s black Honda Waiting for the Boss to call back
summer unfolded into yellowing days & the low hum of traffic static, so i clawed out of the monotony, cut my hair with red craft scissors listening to screaming cicadas under a strawberry lemonade sky,
the wind is ferocious on mountain tops in Tibet India the wind encases you, swirls around you wind flies into your eyes and as they flew into mine memories trickled into my brain like the wind that wouldn't go away
I feel trapped. Without any room to grow. All the flowers around me are cut short, shoved into buckets, and stuffed into a cooler with artificial lights. With artificial care.  
Feel these signs, feel these signs? Take them as your warning sign, warning sign If you can just pull away, pull away You only have so much time, so much time   Feel these signs, feel these signs?
When the rain comes We’re taught to run inside.   Hide for your life, and stay dry. We build up our wals Wide and tall
Life is a giant word search, With constant discoveries. Anxiety, jittering through My arms with each constant twitch.
I really love singing and I would sing all the time at home when I’m bored. Many people asks me to sing on  stage for lots of celebrations. I would say no and told them that I’m too nervous and don’t feel like singing on stage.
A fire flickers in the distance, nothing but a dim light to illuminate the shadows.  I follow a trail to the dark, away from the light, away from my comfort.  Into the dark I stumble, I trip, I fall.
Within my heart, a terrible fear Has swelled and beat and filled the ears One beast I say caused all the tears: “How to Pay for College.”  
The storm brewed Swirling in the sky, it loomed above  No way to know when it would strike The wind whipped my hair  I looked around trying to understand Why I was in the eye of the storm 
In a rose garden With blinding billowing sunlight Some roses bloom early Some bloom late And some not at all.   I sit in the court yard Of the holding place where people shrivel and die
Beware my stream of consciousness Kill your bloated self-confidence Like a rope around your throat Or a .30 aimed at your noggin This rhyme flow is undisputed these verses go undefeated
Broken fragile eyes I fear for our generation Cries and dark places never felt so familiar  Nothing feels better than hiding these days  It's time to change  Make mental health more aware 
Love is the ultimate gratification. Love is the ultimate feeling of admiration. Love is like fire burning in the heart.  To love abundantly like you can't be torn apart. Love is the best and worst feeling of all.
quaking all alone at night  she wants to be the girl in lights the rest of the world tells her no and with that, away her hopes and dreams go.   as the time passes, she decides to try,
its the witching Hour my body is aching im twisting and turning ... all the pain a fEeL came through the mourning the Passing of myself into another form  led my soul to conjure the eMotional storm
I thought you were the one. I was wrong yet right all at the same time.
Black lives matter yeah,I watch the brain scatter As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits Blood splatters   As I get pulled over
Black lives matter yeah,I watch the brain scatter As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits Blood splatters   As I get pulled over
Facing my fears,  because it sounds so easy to do. Facing my fears,  so I can let go of the old and bring in the new.  Facing my fears,  because I want to be independent and strong.  Facing my fears, 
Too often I am faced fear Making my mind very unclear  but when I take a second to face my fear  A good new outcome will often appear  An outcome worth the wait and fear  An outcome that may bring me a tear 
Where is my father? So have I a noble father lost. The King, the king’s to blame; Treason! Treason!
i know your heart aches when you run out of distractions; when your insomnia takes the form of the memories we once shared.
she comes to visit sometimes, she’ll stay for weeks, or a few hours. she’s a pretty gal, even though her makeup tends to be smudged.
i am made up of the city’s streetlights and busy highways. my commotion is silenced by a small town’s quiet voice.  
i could write a thousand poems about the relationship between a younger sister and an older brother about how one day you loved me
How can you be living if you’re not alive? Or if you’re just living to survive Too scared to cross the line, you hide Never leave the house without a bottle at your side.   It could hit you any time any place
*Thump*   Heart caught, lodged within my throat it has burrowed a nest and has made no plans to leave A hummingbird's heartbeat cannot compare to the violent cacophony within 
My words hide in the back of my mind In the back of my throat, still in my mouth. Silent words that never seen the light of day. They hide in fear. Of what?
Is it true? I asked, he said, yes, its true, heartbroken, she's dead she was 19 with a disease,  her family will never live at ease.  my mom has the same one, I thought in horror,
 You are...wow.A capital W-O-W...A complete shell shocked wide eyed beauty, You are...infatuating.Each word you say playing again and again in my head making me memorize them by heart,Each smile and burst of laughter making it hard for me to see a
Can we close the gap between Love and Hate?So I can worry more about tests than being shot for a mistake.Can we close the gap between Friend and Foe?So I can tell a secret without starting a war.
You pushed You shoved You pinned me to the wall.   You screamed You blamed You pinned me to the wall.   You bullied You laughed You pinned me to the wall.  
Wish I could say hi to happy, but I'm still figuring out what that is. Wish I could say goodbye to sad,but that'll never be the case because life is a rollercoaster and only time will tell when, or if,I'll win the race.
Empower Noun To give authority or power to To enable From the honey melon of my skin To the natural curl of my hair I am black unapologetically and I wear my proudness bare
Daddy, you and I are bridging Brigadoon. One year on earth together, now connected between space and time between the bridge of Brigaddon. Never forgot you.  Left my homework up, so you could see my
Only a childhood ago I remember being on my knees Looking for guidance....any guidance  Insane or sane that could make my sorrow cease Waking up in pain, going to sleep in pain, losing myself slowly
I give you my best time, attention, even my shoe. I don't mind when you're a pest, because I love you.   I know how to make you laugh and I would never leave you for someone new.
I ran Around The world Wondering What I could Find there. I found A mission
She fights the desire To put out the fire She fights the lust That she looks at like gold dust   She fights the greed
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.
Verse I: Tears are rolling down her face, I can’t even begin to contemplate. I sit in the center of a dark room, human actions left me here. In the distance I can hear her calling, tears still rushing down her face.
Tiani Francis Dunn   The Pretty War     Reality shook her to the core. Like the smashing of a crystal jar, she felt broken. The thought of “pretty”, confused her nimble skull. Her voluminous conscious began shaping its own realm of sanity.
The world in which we currently live can bring us down so we must stand up   The world in which we currently see has taken its toll on people like you and me  
Some people will tell you falling in love is comparable to heaven, They will tell you that falling in love is hearing the angels sing when they enter the room.
Standing alone in the crowded room Back noise conversations circling the atmosphere of a new age I HEAR EVERYTHING.... But I have nothing to say, The moment I open my mouth I open the door and invite everyone in
A crayon Teaches a hand to create Colorful dreams onto white walls Coloring outside the lines No limits for each color   A pencil Writes a love letter at 3 am
Who would've thought I'd have you as a mother, other than the one above You taught me to love an gave me guidance Whenever they said I wasn't going to make it You said yours and all you have to do is go an take it
Just one look was all it took. My mind was shifted and I was hooked. I dont even know this boy but he motivated me with just one look.
In a wrinkle of time, her words became more than short breaths of air They had transpired into tangible, animate beings. 
Like a wildfire, it spreads The hatred, the anger Like a domino effect, it follows The pain, the sorrow Driven by rage Control is lost
Guide me, until I break the surface of the water that held me down. Hold me, as I gasp for air that was denied to me for so long. Help me, as I swim with struggling, unsure strokes
What have I taught you? Though we have been together through each day and night, what have I learned? Each day we would walk away. Every night begging no more I'd pray.   Tears fell constantly,
Human lives are constantly molded Adults are the artists, children the clay Ready to be shaped and molded by the hands of others Clay is molded from slight hands, the soft whisper of words
My mother's love is unconditional, something like an overflowing cup of water  that is pure in taste and transparent in sight. Something as beautiful as the full moon that sparkles on the ocean's currents at night.
   I lost my confidenceI lost my self worth I lost my cousin DillanI lost my Papa I lost my cousin Teagan I lost my tears I lost my laugh I lost my smile I lost my strength I lost my beauty I lost my identity I found my confidence in Christ I foun
Things were great until you changed. You said I was the one, but you are not sure. You promised me to be better but, you took advantage. I gave you everything and in return you cheated on me.
She is inspiring taught me to live, breathe, exist she is my mother
Because the shift dress remained to be a hassle, I wore capris instead.  How else was I to ride my bike if my dress was too tight?! This was a story I would always hold in my heart dearly about my grandmother. 
“Have you ever thought “bout How what you say affects people?” Words leaving your lips Hold a potential that you must understand Potentially forcing someone
To the one who waited hours upon hours days upon days weeks and weeks years to years a lifetime   You're the one who raised me you're the one who cared you're the one who suffered
Hate is all around us Thick and thin through the smog that chokes us the breath we let out from that uncomfortable moment or that time we watched as we fell to the floor   The fog that kicks in 
The quiet omnipotence of my mentor  Has guided me through life. To my younger self, I would have lent her  A small piece of advice.   To not resist these blueprints of success,
When I knew you You treated me poorly     You made me feel as though all the fault was mine          But because of you I have grown stronger
Dancing to remember Dancing to forget, Dancing to become something, Dancing to pretend, Dancing to stay active, Dancing to learn more,
white woman is a kind lady all smiles and tulips in the morning goes to church on sundays or maybe not maybe she doesn’t like churches
I remember the day with gray skies overhead and over my head. The weight of my problems, heavy on my shoulders, pushed me down and down and down. I look over at the couch,
Curse freckles, and the way they covered the face of a man that was my happiness, my pain my love, my loss and the only source of Christmas spirit that I have ever had.   Curse freckles
Why. Betrays. Writhing inside. Evil being consuming. Strengths depleting. Those that can think won't. Ideas that can’t. Blast away. Little chucks. Lose yourself every time. Red metal light. Pin pointed. Concentrated. Beam. Light pours in through.
You are the reason that I'm here When you're with me, I have no fear   It is precious how you take a lot of time out of your day I'm grateful that you take that time to help me along the way  
Is my son here? No. Is my son here? No. Is my son here? No. Where is he then? He is at work. Every day, I take part in a cruel joke
They told me that we are lucky, lucky to be living free. But ever since I gained conscious of what and how the real world is.. living free is something we will never be. I feel trapped in this world of right but mostly wrongs.
You have taken care of me since I was born You buy all the things I want You have always been there when I needed you most You have always been pushing me to do my best  I don't know where I would be without you
I love my mother She gives to me and my brother Her hair smells like flowers She cares and takes care She hugs me like a bear I love you mother She gives me so much love
  A Poem for the Man on the Platform   “Men love a woman in a dress.”    I recoil as if struck, 
Four years of volleyball games,Four years of endless support, Four years of cheering on the stands,For me to play my favorite sport.  As my high school career comes to an end,And I put up my shoes on the rack,I want to thank you— Mom, Dad, and Aar
I think, therefore I am Yet, you placed your ideology Onto me, shaping me. As I was a seedling, You watered me; a downpour of politics a waterfall of what is right and wrong
You thought you could drop me down But now I'm stronger You tried to steal my crown And now I'm wiser You planned defeat for me But I'm the winner You shaped me out to be Tougher, smarter, better
Where I'm from black people makes it impossible to come together, we switch up on each other like Kansas City weather. Where I'm from kids get addicted to phones more than they do to a book.
Your class was a sanctuary of positivity  I never felt left out or out of place  You gave me advice that I couldn’t get anywhere else  I saw you more than I saw him 
Thank you to all the people I’ve let go,   It can only be so hard to explain how as soon as you’ve found someone is as quickly as you’ve lost them.   6 Years Old
De facto brother. Isolation and familial razors rip into my scalp and cleave my skull, and you, a stoic surgeon keeps the fractured plates
You’ve brought us so much Inspiration Providing us with a stong foundation We can not thank you enough Although things did get tough You stayed strong
Let me tell A bit about my life when I was only five I saw it all guns knives weed crack it was already Wack people were breaking in stealing all our money I could hear the rich people laughing I guess they thought it was funny because I was walk
Dad. Coach. Teacher. Mentor. These are all words that I can call my father. On the court Off the court
He is as humble as Captain America As smart as Iron Man As attentive as Hawkeye As strong as the Hulk As disciplined as Black Widow He will help the world
there is a storm brewing, slowly like herbal tea, deep inside my ribcage.   the kiss of rain dominates my body, filling lungs with oceans of searing saltwater tears.  
She courses as strong as the tides And dwindles when required But when given the opportunity She returns with larger waves than before  
What all has my mother done for me? She's read to me, cooked for me Made all my favorite food And even when she was stressed from work, to me she was never rude  
So much has happened So much has changed When you debuted People laughed Judged, and didn’t believe What you could become   As years went by You made history
​Though not born of blood, our hearts beat for daughter and mother each,Your voice is of kindness and love, even when mine is upset.I worry about the future –one you’re already living to teach.
You let your demons control you, Let them overwhelm you. They took you in the calm, In the eye of the storm, When you were vulnerable. You left behind those important to you,
I am ever so grateful, when my world wanted to break, you showed me many worlds, many amazing, beautiful worlds, you gave me life, you gave me a dream, now, it's time I create my own worlds,
Playing soccer i was never tired in my job i was never fired  we won states while i was riding the pine and i made it to regionals when i actually tried tennis had the success but i never confessed
Defined by others before I could ever define myself Put down by others before I had the chance to ever get up  Existence with no purpose They say i'm a triple threat to society All I did was attend school
She brought me to life Took care of me when I couldn't But most importantly loved me when I wouldnt. She held me for nine months
Major surgery Time passing slowly until  Kind nurse arrives. Peace. 
For the man with a son who still looks like a child himself. he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets. How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.  
Trapped in my own tempest You guided Becoming my hope to safeness I sailed Turning my darkness to light I travel
The worlds always crashing, then spinning, before falling, And what's the chance any of this matters,  There's no matters, nothing to worry. Because the roaring of every failure and silence of every request
Q-uality time that we have spent together A-chievemnet that you have conqueredD-irection that you have given meE-ndless conversations we have had about the futureE-mpathy that you have shown me when I was in need R-espect that I have for you and y
I don't know that I've had one true mentor. Thousands of have influenced my life- family and teachers, friends and strangers. But among all these influences, I'd say strangers have the biggest impact.
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"Finish your apps, get A's at school, write all your college essays early- don't be a fool." So much stress           is constantly                       build   ing.
Oh how I yearn to learn. Yearn to learn with Mrs. Redfern.    Have you not heard the buzz? She is a great teacher.  The best at what she does.    I can feel the fire.
There's a chance in the night, in the darkest, blackest night, in the night that surpasses  dark and filmy midnight glasses- there's a chance that dawn may bring a beautiful, charming, enchanted King-
The Grey World   The world we met, colorless faces were all that were set, To us he said, to treat our lives with respect. Even if we felt,
They say your life is a thread, weaving its way through Life. Your thread touches every other thread at least once. Or more than once. More than twice, even.
I never fear He's always there Through thick and thin A helpful hand He's taught me courage
As you age, you remember me As you live, you remember me As your body dies, you remember me As your mind follows, you remember me
You helped me on my first day of school when I was crying in the hall not wanting to go in You helped me when I was 12 and I needed a shoulder to cry on after all the hurt and betrayal I faced from  fellow classmates and people I
My greatest mentor led me to befriend: 
My greatest mentor led me to befriend: 
You
You came like a breeze, A small caressing touch of cool wind, Refreshing under such suppressive heat. It was not until then, That I was choking on the air I breathed, Or tearing at the day,
MARINE   I love my mentor to death like I would die for the man With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans He was more to me than a teacher, although he did teach
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
   It’s Junior year; spirit pervades my body.  I am now considered an upperclassman.  I analyze the schedule placed in my hands.  An enormous smile casts across my face.
momma said she loves me  she said nobody's worth is determined by money momma said to be myself daughter, don't write your dreams down if you're only feigning for wealth it's okay to be a little crazy momma said that's a yes, not a maybe no pill c
The thoughts of a Thirteen year old man. Fully mature he tells himself. In reality, his mind is infantile.   Real men are full of  kindness. His father knows, this is priceless.   
trauma is a teacher fired from catholic boarding school its leather bound ruler raps your knuckles “pay attention!” it barks “the world will not rest for you, lazy girl!” “the world is cruel and cold, a demon
dear depression, i’m going to be honest: this is an ode i’ve written before because i have the habit of giving life to my monsters by giving up my own.  this is an ode i’ve written before
A teacher once told me   Poetry is emotion distilled   It’s a feeling Run through the filter of a pencil   The impossibly abstract
There's a great blue sky that seems so vast. They say that it is limitless. But I don't understand. I can see that, There are clouds. There are planes. There are birds. There are bugs.
I bottle up rage and I choke it down Until I explode on anyone around I want to scream I want to yell I want everyone to know I am going through hell But poetry has given me 
What is her name? She’s not my friend I admire her from a distance So powerful and graceful From afar, she is perfect  
Poetry taught me to love myself, love nature, to love  and to be; That no ine is truly alone,  variety is needed,   and no complication is needed   to be liked;   
Poetry taught me to love myself, to love nature, to love and to be;   That no one it truly alone, variety is needed, and no complication is needed to be liked;  
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
Sonnets are spoken for through a story.
I can find you only in the blossoms of magnolia trees that I used for poetic persuasion to convince myself you have not left me here, not yet.   in your garden, there are no magnolias,
from words and sounds with many diferent meanings to thoughts and ideas that moves our hearts.   Poetry has changed my life helped me find meaning  In this unfair world people call life.
I am a panda, Just waking up, I am 1:22 in the morning   I am a ferrari, Admirable to others,
It’s the words I can’t say, but need to let out. It’s the emotions I can’t express, but need to release.   It’s that moment in the middle of the school day. It’s that 11 p.m. scramble
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!  
I held a mirror up Looking at myself constantly. Not because I was self-centered But because Every time I spoke Every time I moved Every time I thought about my appearance I criticized myself.
Everyday Everyday there is pain. Every day it is hidden. No one is allowed to see my pain. I must hide it Hide myself from a world that can only offer judgement. Hide the scars from prying eyes.
Poetry has taught me  there is no right way to feel only a write way to feel.  It has opened me up to a new form of expression  that follows no guidelines or rules...  
Poetry That lovely, wordy thing Has taught me Very important things.   Poems need not rhyme,  Poems need not make sense, Poems need not true structure; All a poem really needs
Since I can remember, probably the age 8 old folks taught me to sit and pray. They gathered around, coming at me from left and right preaching words out loud like, understand you need to
  A swirling pool of restless thoughts swim beneath the surface, Walking down a low lit path, I’m looking for my purpose,
See Poetry is a wonderful topic Its crazy how i can write down my feelings on paper With rhythm and rhyme Metaphors and similies I can be extra as i can but poetry is life Poetry is simple
Learning about poetry in school is not fun this is what all of my classmates would say It was not unusual for me to be the odd one out  so today was just an ordinary day  Poetry and I had a good relationship 
Talking is exhausting. I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right To speak clearly and attentively So much energy is used.  
A reflection of me Words show all of me Hatred, pain, betrayal, Hope, love, hopelessness A part of me is revealing A written poem is  Healing A written poem is  A bleeding heart
Nothing new seems to pass by me. Only few occurrences surround me. Nothing to make me feel desperate, Nothing to make me feel longing.   I close my eyes to feel alive,
A girl sits Her eyes begin to glaze over She has been here for hours Unmoving, Focused. It's her escape The world is too evil Too awful Too scary Too much for her to cope with.
    At age 8 I began to hear lyrics I thought they were songs But they would not conform to meter And I forgot how i sang   At age 13
A poet has thier poetry A poet let thier poetry show thier power And through the creation of a new world and life We, the people, get to see the power if we take a moment
There is a beauty in words- An undeniable power, Washing over me as I'm overcome Trying to show you my soul With just a pen and paper. It's amazing to craft emotions- Make you feel my hunger
Hating poetry is easy It makes you think It makes you learn Teachers force you to write in weird ways To convey stoies you don't care about What even is poetry except dumb-downed writing?
    Each one of us is like a distinct geometric figure, Bounded by its boundaries, bound in its apparent isolation,
A soft word written is a loud statement spoken. Poetry, she has given me a voice. She welcomes my pen with open parchment. My quiet self is hidden lest her bold words are put to the test.
I've got a poet’s hand but a severed tongue The best of us have started young But years come and go like faces in a city
I carry lots of things, which I am lucky to have Everything in my youth I am “lucky to have” But the luckiest thing is what I have least
Watercolor thoughts on my cerebrum canvas, emotions inscribed in profound iambic pentameter. I was taught to speak with the soul of my voice, but I prefer the stroke of my pen.
Dear poetry, Im back again Pen in hand Afraid to stand How are you this week? Treat me with your fascinations Distract me from there laughs Listen as i tell you all the secrets from my past
Formulating my thoughts. 
I used to be afraid. Afraid to speak my mind in an unkind world That shut my mouth for me before I even opened it. I learned to sit down and shut up
I'm immortal. Forever I shall remain here on Earth, no matter what happens to me physically. My words will remain in their pages, forever. No one will ever take away the power of my words. No one will erase my pain away.
Staring at your reflection Ripples in the water The image isn't clear Trying for perfection Beggining to understand What's staring back at you Just beneath the surface Reaching for it now
Speaking a whole new language Desperately telling stories Creating your own flow, and I almost forget That this is my passion. A nation of letters Giving you a deep feeling Inside.
What Poetry has Taught Me by Ashanti Stewart   Poetry is a sound from deep inside the heart. It doesn't have to rhyme and that is a start. It tells a tale and has moral. It has a sweet and a sad sound.
What is the point of this? Spending hours upon hours pondering: what shall I write? what words shall I use? does the rhyming matter? does it have any use? Maybe it doesn't matter,
Show me a stage and I'll find a player greater than any act I could follow. Show me poetry I can see how lines become symphonies within the eyes of those wiser than me
Poetry is not just words put together. What I see is an experience Told with feeling and emotion. Through a window of words I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life. To live is to learn. 
WHO DECIDED god WOULD RULE ALL OF HEAVEN AND EARTH?  THAT god WOULD BE A GOOD, FAIR, JUST DICTATOR? HOW DID god EARN A PLACE IN HEAVEN, THE UNTOUCHABLE, THE BLESSED I HEAR YOU, SPUTTERING
Dear last year,  I am sorry  I am sorry for the things I say about you I call you the worst, I spit on your image I carve out your memories as though they are wax I am widdling  To nothing. 
Dear Disco,  
Dear Disco,
Dear child, here's to us,   Do you see it? Feel it? Hear it? Smell it? Sense it?   Take a moment.
Dear Future Bride, I stop daily and think about eternity with you.Life would be simple but so worth living.We would be broke college graduates but we would be in love.We would live out our dreams together because together is the dream.Life is chan
Dear fri(end).   There’s a reason why friend terminates with end.   It’s not always the sharp SLASH of a knife to my throat or a slick STAB in the back;
Dear April-man,   Do you know Why April is the cruelest month? I do. Because it is when you took me In your arms In your bed And I let you. I let you.
I'm writing for money, Normally you wouldn't say that to start,  but it's true honey, And I'm off to a good start. See, I just broke a rule of rhyming,
Dear my grandparents, Hi, how’s it been It’s been awhile since we spoke But hey that’s not my discipline Your the ones who decided to disown me
The tender gift of your gentle lips graced my chilled, red cheeks for the first time   The gift of your tenderness gives me reason
Perhaps you are reading this and my eyes are still closed. Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it won't be warm anymore. Do not mourn for me, do not cry.
Humanity's mark of mortality, Of fire-forged corporeal creation, Doth hold prisoner my mentality - Sweet memory sustenance citation. A throbbing heart wails "no! no no! no no!"
Dear Self Psyche, It's all out there. There are no hidden curves or secrets behind  corners. You have leveled the ground. The cracks and potholes may have been put there from your doing,
Dear me, You’ll regret this you know.Letting time slip by;it’ll pass in a flash.You’re leaving soon. You’ll hate this you know.All these hours you workfor a chance at more school.You’ll be there soon. You’ll doubt this you know.The path you have c
I love you. Even though I could not touch you. Even though I could not see you. Even though I could not hug you. I love you Even though I could not name you. Even though I could not sing to you.
    Dear Mom,
Dear Andrew, As I walk down the crowded halls, I feel your eyes burning into me. But I turn my gaze away from yours so easily.
Dear mom, What can I do? Now that the demon some called internal poisoning, Took you, Threw you,  And rotted your innards away, What can I say?   While your sleeping, the world is weeping
Dear New Life,   Where do I begin I came to you and you saved me from a world full of sin Before you called me, the devil was playing with my sight Now everywhere I go, I seem to shine my light
Dear Mr. Great,  I have given you this name for a reason. At first you disliked it, but I know you felt humbled under the title. When I speak those two words, my heart becomes idle;
Dear mind, I’m sorry I’ve tried to keep you caged. Trapped in those endless thoughts. Negativity and pain. I’m sorry I put you through this. 
boy,
Dear Foster Care,   You help kids who are in pain. I was blessed, an innocent soul,
Dear Mr. Fitzgerald,  Your story The Great Gatsby is a novel I admire greatly. And ever since I read it, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that you’ve got it all wrong.
Dear Nora,   My best friend,   I’ve never let you know, But you are my best friend. I’m too afraid to say it out loud, Though it probably has slipped;
Hi. I know this may not come as a surprise to you but...  You look a lot like my dad.  Age 7 Ha! You look like you could be my dad.  10  Constantly rebeling thinking I'm not yours
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"   Nobody tells you how sharp it feels, like a chord snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin, how it means walking on the eggshells 
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"   Nobody tells you how sharp it feels, like a chord snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin, how it means walking on the eggshells 
Dear Future, As I look onto you, fear installs It often fills my eyelids Sometimes I wonder if I’ll fall   You’re the only one that can lift it The empty shell I call a body
Dear God, Why? Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Why is there pain, fear, loss, greed, malice, bitterness, anger, and selfishness in the world and in my own life?
my tongue was blue until you found me, I was wasting my days with dirt on my face , blind from it all , the world became my personal space
Dear Mr. Butterfly,   I would always be the stranger you'd never know With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow I was shot and you were chosen amongst all
Dear Young Tired Grin,
Dear me, aged 12,   When you are aged eighteen So much will have changed When you are aged eighteen Fear will no longer keep you chained
Mom-   I know I haven’t been the best to you: I’ve made you sad, I’ve made you cry, I’ve made you mad, I’ve been so self-absorbed,
Dear Past Self, How many words I wish I could say... So many things I wish I could let you know. I know its too late now, but I just want to make sure... that you know you'll be alright in the future ahead.
Life is an adventure. An adventure that will continue on whether you take the reins or not. You will experience ups and downs.On this adventure you will get moments where laughter turns to painful sides aches and tender cheeks.
Dear Pain,  There are things that need to be said  but the words always seem to run There are actions that ought to be taken but the rhythm seems undone The tears appears all dried up
Dear Future me,   My life in 2017 was a victory. I started January on recovery from a mental facility and I took meds that made me feel better, but I wanted to be free.
Dear Nathan, How are you able to plunge deeper into my viscera when your physical presence left years ago?   Invisible knives pierce my innards and yet I continue.  
Tiny little feet, A gorgeous wide-eyed smile, And 10 little fingers               Tip-toe into life. We prepared, Our home opened for another,               Our hearts warmed for a girl.
Dear Mom,   Thank you Thank you for being there through all the hard times Thank you for singing me to sleep and reading me stories
Dear citizens,  My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.” Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
Dear Daddy,When will you be home?These walls, they feel so emptyIn my house, I feel so alone.Here, my sadness drenches me;It’s been a year of intense growthWhile I learn to live without you.But this numbness is in my toes-This emptiness, I wish yo
Dear Life, There's been ups, and there's been downs. There's been smiles and there's been frowns.  But through it all, I will never worry. I am headed to where I am meant to be.
Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, like flowers with warm ethereal glow grounded solitarily in iced soil Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow I held your promise so close to my heart 
To a boyfriend from long ago: Looking back on things, you were foul You spouted lies,  Painted false pictures with black and white  when you knew I preferred color.
Tragedy in the modern world, I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,
Last year I may have been rude, you could even say crude. Looking back now as time has passed, I cannot confess how much has changed so fast. From what I do now, to whom I became, 
I had no reason to inquire The book that would so inspire A normal day to school we went Alarm clocks rang, by parents sent My shoulder prodded by the backpack strap When you sat upon an old friend's lap.
The world today is at war. People screaming for more- More peace, more love, more reaching for the stars above. No more war, no more lies, no more spit in our people's eyes.  
dear heart,         I’m sorry I left you unprotected I thought when I surrendered,  I allowed you to be safer handing you to a pair of hands too rough i should’ve realized that would never work. 
Oh how you have blossomed.  From the petite bud you were  to a beautiful garden of daisy's.    It was just a two years ago I saw what you were. A dying bud who didn't strive to live. 
To thee: Dearest Galileah, Beautiful newborn girl--birthed as scorpio--racially ambiguous and tiny baby. Though alien-like you were, you are starting to slowly form the way your cousin did.
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
We tear this world apart piece by piece crushing the trees, tainting the water, claiming it all as our own we can only hope, I can only hope we open our eyes to the destruction we cause
A letter to my more than a friend, but less than a lover:     Oh, how I wish you had said yes, When I asked for you to come inside.
Dear Hunter,   The name of the person who had used the computer before me, Had been Hunter McDonald.   There I was in the computer lab, Sitting in front of my assigned computer,
Dear parents, I want to exaplain myself the best way I can,  but most of the time I don't have a plan.  I want to succeed, you see,  when they tell me I can't.  Is it possible to defy the odds, 
Pool Boy, You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor. (Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing when (Blank) was 4. The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
To my future daughter, I had hope to never have you, but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted, rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
To: The Butterfly To Be Opened: When It Has Become an Autobiography   Dear Butterfly,   I have an image of the woman I hope to become I am not her yet
When I drop you off,  I don't drive away,  until you are behind the door,  home and safe, Because I love you.   
The first time you found me, I was a little girl. You told me I could trust you and then you turned around and ruined me.  
Love at first sight is an amazing thing... It's the type of feeling that makes you smile and your heart sing... A special connection with family, friends and a lover...
Ask me why I love you, And I shall tell you what I love most about you. No lies spill passed my parted lips, Only truths that swell from my heart and fall out my mouth.   Ask me what makes our love healthy,
  Deep within the abyss of my mind lies the ruins of my thoughts They once stood tall and undefeated by the feelings that they fought  
A mom, not just a mother. She wakes me up in the morning with breakfast. She tells me about my undying potential. She shows me how to be a powerful woman. All because She loves me.  
Do it now say what? You wanna show you love me that is what he said but love does not have to be physical that is what I thought love is an emotion  not a caress on the shoulder
From island to desert Memories are key Eyes don’t scream greed I trust they don’t make a fool of me   In distance I see
I am told you are the one,Always reminded of how lucky I am.You give every thought to me,Any doubts are nonexistent.  Enthralled is one word to describeWhen I look at you.Every since our eyes first met,You captured me. I gave you my heartAnd you t
Because I love you, every time a tear wets those adorable cheeks of yours, I will be there to wipe them away Because I love you, your problems become my problems, and we will fight them side by side
Because I love you, Your privacy is yours to keep Your friends and your mind too In sickness and in health I’ll stay and never make you weep  
Sharing giggles, locked eyes, silly faces, Midnight phonecalls, dreaming of futures. Arcades, Sci fi movies, Civilization matches. He introduces Legend of Zelda.
Love is pain. I am talking real life physical pain. Pain that you and only have your partner to blame. That laugh so hard deep down in your stomach strain. That smile for so long your cheeks hurt pain.
You picked me up when she turned sour Your sweet friendship was the candy we consumed on Halloween Not given, but chosen and cherished We're like the same person Like two people in a crowd
I'll stay awhile To see your shining smile. Lip caught in your teeth, Smudging the paper to magically Make a figure emerge. Breathing life with your pencil with The blood sneakily tinting
Love Simply a four lettered word, But much more meaningful than one will ever know   Love is strong Love is compassionate  Love is powerful  Love is communication  Love is loyality
I am a dandelion Wild and free Not to be noticed upon first glance; It seems I lack the chance To belong in a boquet   They look on in disgust With selfish and hating eyes
Because I love you, Hate is a disease; no one is ever born to hate, hate is taught. Because I love you, Insecurity is a worst excuse; insecurity is unloved. Because I love you,
There are things I could do better but I do hope you know how much I love, need, and appriciate you. Our good life is all thanks to the things you do We have many years ahead
Because I love you, you always listen to me. Because I love you, you taught me how to see. Because I love you, you taught me how to trust. Because I love you, it is not lust.  
I only have $10 in my pocket, but you can have it. It's my last $10, but nothing in the world would make me happier than giving it to you. I see that you're shivering, you can wear my jacket.
What is important Is that when you look at me I feel the safest.
I Am   I am tamed and not wild I wonder how the future will be I am smart and hardworking
And it was at that moment, that exact moment, I wish I had not married you. I would have never married you. If only I knew. If only I knew that you listened to every little word that came out of my mouth with your undivided attention.
Forcing me to fit into your mold is not why I loved YOU Because I loved YOU I tried to understand why you treated me so bad YOUR flaws I lived with because I loved YOU   I now drifted because I love YOU
Tongue-tied Mouth so dry No words can be made   The gentle hands That held me down The gentle eyes that
hands that connect under a kitchen table over morning coffee and bagels hands that slip under jacket folds in the crisp winter hands that fumble together during the darkest point of the night
I Love You, So…                                                                                                                                   I Love You, So I Will Be there when you are sick—
​I want a fanfiction romance, The kind of story that I'd write, The kind where I meet "the One" At a party some night.
Love is a raw word. A word that is exposed and a word that is rough, Open and whole in a way that other words just can’t quite touch. There are many ways the word can be filled out, marred, and stuffed.
Will you be by my side until the end? My mind is trapped inside a hidden box If you were here to make me apprehend The crosswalks in my life are a paradox
He called me Baby, said that I was beautiful. That I was smart. strong. That he loved me.   So I was in love,
I no longer think that a relationship is good I no longer see marriage as my goal I no can no longer want love in my life  Thanks Dad. I thought you guys had a fantastic relationship 
First steps, toddling as you go, I will tell you no. Laughing, playing, watching you grow, I will tell you no. Friends, parties, a first date with a beau, I will tell you no.
I left when you stopped smiling. When your frown was more permanent than your smile lines. Your hand was limp in mine and I knew that a false love would not be enough to bring life back into your heart, into our love.
    Because I’ve learned to love you, I’ve learned to love myself. No longer am I empty, like a forgotten dime-store shelf. Because you let me love you, I’ve learned what love should be.
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
You minipulate me made your aesthetic to be that of a devil's I guess its my fault Ive always been known to be a devil's advocate   You say you love me 
Two hands lift me up, a smile blinds me nonsensical whispers and laughter this is a hearth, my fire   Dancing fingers, dancing eyes the clutch of protection
Love is wrapped up in all the little things. "Have you eaten yet?" "Wear your seatbelt." "Are you okay?" Love is wrapped up in all the big things. "You look beautiful." "I'm here if you want to talk."
You told me you loved me  Ain’t hear that in a while  i’m just so used to broken heart aches  and wearing a mask over my smile  Don’t tell me that you love me and 5 minutes later you’re someone new 
Because you love me You would answer every shaky breath of mine with "are you okay?" Because I love you I kissed away your tears and held you so tightly Because you love me
Because I love you I wait For you to clock out Because I love you I wash the dishes at work Because I love you I take forever to roll my silverware Because I love you
I know listening is just as important as speaking What make you mad, what you value, what makes you happy I'm not perfect but I try my best because I love you.  
                                                   thats loveA deep inhale with the slightest touch giving an exhilarating rushthat melodious laugh that smoothes the soul.
What’s Love   Love is when someone drops everything for you Love is when someone would do anything for you Love is something you can see in another’s eyes
Because I loved you I ignored all the red flags I let you hide me I forgave your infidelity  I did not care when you did not care about me I was empty trying to fill you because only you mattered
I stuck with you because you make me feel safe, For that hug of yours feels like home Where I will never be alone.  
Dear Love, I have only one request for you And that is, When we're togehter, You let me be myself.   When we're together, You don't "jokingly" call others faggot.
Because I love you, I bring you into my life Because I love you, I let you meet my family and friends Because I love you, we get an apartment together
The fighting and lying is left in your past, And you wake up to something that lasts, Each day reminds you, Of the self you withdrew,
Dancin' into a beautiful goodmornin', and playin' to a beautiful goodnight. The passion is like no other A fire of pure delight. Sharin' from the weakest of detail To the diary of a your universe.
Because you love me, you will be trustworthy and I will be the same Don't kiss my neck, whispering how much you love me if you are texting her when I'm gone I am not to be treated as though I am a piece in your chess game I am more than pawn Becau
A shattered heart, Torn apart. You broke me with such ease, Knocked me down on my knees.
You
Despite who you are, I love you. Despite where you came from, I love you. Despite your age,  Despite what you are,  Despite your size, I love you. Despite your looks, I love you.
  Breaking through the confines of my mind, back to reality,    It is apparent that I am still sitting in the back of this
A healthy relationship is communicating with your significant other . its staying loyal to them and not betraying their trust giving your all to them no matter what the situation.
  Possibly honest, honestly How can I love you if I don’t trust you? Untrue words make for great swords.
Because I love you,  We should agree on what matters,  And not care about our ideas,  On kings and mad hatters.    Because I love you,  We should speak with grace, And not yell at each other, 
This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home Among the crumbling beams, white but blue.   On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him,
Text me when you get home safe (because I love you) You know you can talk to me about anything (because I love you) I heard this and thought of you, so I had to share
a time when things were bleak, when they sky was grayer, and the sun more dim. a time when you were drowning and a time where i was lost  
Real love is gained through actions and not words. Love is not about someone's physical being. It's a deep understanding of the mind and soul that can be blurred. It's a force beyond what you are seeing.
Many have heard of the song that says "living young,wild, and free"  but on this day " living young,broke,and dumb" is on what i'll speak Indianapolis, Indiana has a population of 886,771 
The ground beneath my feet is firm,yet I can spread and curl my toesin the forgiving soil of his support.
Love is holding your heart in the palm of my hand And you holding mine in yours It’s the thought that we could easily crush each other But the belief that we won’t  
Mi Morenita 
In naive youth and innocence, I loved. My affection for those around ran true, Although the deepest emotions were gloved, Only to be found the day I met you.
Once upon a starry night Still is dark but seems so bright   The way the world just disappears Into your eyes into your fears  
Maleficent towered and sweared she'd devour Aurora with relative ease. Our hero, empowered, thought ‘This is the last hour Maleficent ever sees.’
I sit in my dark mysterious cave, my crystal ball illuminates my face while I watch her explore the darkness of the sea, a beautiful and curious young girl. I keep an ear out for Triton, her father and my ex who banished me to this cave.
Cinderella dressed in blue Went to a club to go find a boo Her feet were killing her So she took off her shoes She moved her hips to the catchy tunes   She was drinking way too much
There was once a Little Match Girl, Who sat upon the street And sold her wooden merchandise To buy some food to eat.   Now, this Little Match Girl
Before you read this, know one thing; I was not myself when I wrote this, and I am not one to write so negatively.
Sitting in my castle, the cold air blows It is not a hassle, still it does not grow Waiting for years to hear through my ear A footstep by man who has no fear  I welcome him with golden orbs of light
Once upon a time, there was a wolf, tall and kind Wanting to make things right, he made up his mind He set off with fruits and veggies, favorites of the pigs The first he saw, house of straw, smoking from a cig
Grandmother dearest, Do you remember when mother died? Your only daughter yet you never cried.  
Tinker, Tinker Bell, oh I know you so well You entice, you excite, but most importantly you're not very nice I dare say this only to myself, or else I'll become very frail You live for the attention, if I do so may mention
                                                On C e upon a time                                 There was a g I rl who lived in a village with her step sisters.
Be Prepared for the Evil Lion King The Return of Scar     They thought that I was dead....
No chance, no way I won't say I'm in love   But not because I don't want to Rather How would I know?   A damsel in distress? Can't relate Fending for myself
I put on these slippers And mice built me a gown. I went to the gates And a horse kicked a pumpkin into a carriage. I locked eyes with a man And a prince made me his bride, and yet,
Long ago there was a boy Who had outgrown nearly every toy His parent's thought him ungrateful But rather he had become hateful   One day he decided to play a prank On the townspeople who had no clue
A young princess resided in a castle in FranceShe was pompous, narcissistic and arrogant. The princess was selfish and only cared about herselfBut her life changed forever with a visit from a stranger.  One rainy night, an old man came upon her ca
"I love you," he said. He did not.     "I love you," she said. She did not.     However, all was not for naught,For both received what they sought.  
In her rebel years a young girl was sent to drop some medicine to her grandmother's neighborhood. But her GPS took her into a jungle of wood. She found a cabin that was shaped like a tent.
Once upon a time in Wonderland, a kingdom north called Iridia stood tall. The happy rulers gave birth to a girl- who's beauty grew to stand above all.   Her name was Princess Katherine
When Father wished them dead, it was an accident, and he was left with Me, instead.   Bitter, lonely, servants of Death, my seven brothers killed warriors and heroes, so my village sent Me, instead.
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
once upon a time,  an old woman with wrinkled hands held out an apple. “try it. take a bite.” snow white smiled, shook her head. she pushed the apple away.
Once upon a time, in the hills of the country far away, there lived three little pigs. These pigs spent most of their days taking care of their home made out of straw, and the land around them.
she was looking for in spare parts or corners not change; but something to put in her pocket that would grow warm over night pressed against her skin something very little
Your talk  Your words Your stories Are they fake? Do you wish to pretend? Imagination suits you but  do you suit it? Snake-like lies Whispers in ears Rumors on lips
The classic fairy tale of Princess Aurora is known by all How she pricked her finger and had a tragic fall Into a slumber so deep and so long That only true love's kiss could correct the wrong  
What if the princess who lost her golden ball had a dream that would warn her about the nasty frog. It would save her from marrying a perfect stranger.   So the day the princess went into the wood
With the slightest stroke of serendipity, My passage to a happy ending was Opened. And yet we started as The most improbable pair.   Everyday. Day and Night. Trying to reach my dream,
Come little Red whispered a soothing voice Come here to me, I will show you the path Come little Red it's time to make the choice Come here to me and not face grandma's wrath  
Once upon a time I was living in fear, All alone, not one prince was near. I went on an adventure and met a male, He was a prince, and that's my fairytale.
Once upon a time  deep under the sea  lived Arie and his mer family  Arie was to be the next sea king  Stumbled upon an old book of law  he spent his days wanting more of something 
Down the hole I go Swirling back into a rut. I fight my own mind as I bring the bottle to my lips As the liquid stings down my throat I collapse.
9 to 5 just to stay alive , a Queen Bee in a hive of one, palms calloused from wear, sweat gels down hair, tear ducts dried from the Louisana sun.   Dreams larger than life, 
Classic fairy tales Are always about the details That go on before the end They start off with a girl
Everyone says Aladdin is my hero, which is true, but let me tell you another lingo. I saved Aladdin Yes me- Jasmine. I helped Aladdin get off the streets Yes me- Jasmine.
20 mattresses,20 down beds,1 pea,And a princess (me).   A pea is nothing.But when you are sinking into feathersand are pressed to the ceiling-That is when your sleep is uncomfortable feeling.
Once upon a time, heard of it? ofcourse you have; as your parents tuck you in at night starting off with the same phrase over and over again.
This lady's grief was not known, but set aside as a rumor. A maiden who longed to curse herself to a long and foreboding slumber. The nemesis is infamous, but what she did was requested,
Everyone knows the classic story of Cinderella, but what if there’s a twist. After the ball she is not deep in love. The prince does not chase her into the mist.
once upon a time, a time in the distant. a time for the future. a time too far out of reach for the princess of today. we are the the warriors, the godesses.  the nuturers, the consultants,
She always looked to the surface to see boats pass by. She claimed her love for humans is mere curiosity, Her father knew that this was an obsession. He warned her to never go to the surface,
Father’s Eyes   
Snow White must of been on crack, To be at the arms of a stranger and take that fruity snack In those shoes, how could Cinderella even walk?
once apon a time a girl as white as snow a girl with a beautiful glow once apon a time a girl with hair as dark as night a girl who faced a terrible fright once apon a time
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
We came to this new world scared, we came in the cold of night lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints on every soil and water way
When you hear the word NORMAL You think Of the common man or woman You think Of nothing special  Just plain, the "Average Joe"
 Her smile shines like the bright sun Teacher's plush pink lips  Move fluently as she speaks to us "How about we play a game, class?" My face lights up I love teacher's games!
Your dominance in the world sphere Creates international rife and fear.   We see ourselves as peacemakers "Countering terrorism" with bombs and war.   There are ice cold politicians leading the front
The middle of class, We flip a coin, The debate begins when, It lands on its side and hear, How if it landed on heads, The world would end, Then the same for tails,
We stand up in our highchool classes Unaware of what's going to happen in the next few months Oblivious to any sort of patterns we share  To other propaganda techniques My class raises their hand to their heart
"Columbus sailed the ocean blue, in 1692"  to discover a land as great as you. I know you have a history of slavery, and evilness,  but eventually life became a bliss.    People of many culture and places 
My fingertips strain, lift the window edges; I peer beyond the roses, past the hedges: I see America.   Liberty is ghostly white, she bleeds red, she cries blue.  Millions of souls with none to look to-
Learning as a hobby, a thing of the past. Memroizing for a grade, the only way to a future.    
America, land of the free. America, home of the brave. America, home of the immigrant.   Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
My Friends, Sam is at his greatest hour of need. / For our dearest Uncle's prosperity we must reaveFrom those who would threaten it. / Courageous Soldiers quiver under bedsheets, neglected.
She
America. She used to belong to everyone and she was okay with it. Rumor has it that an Englishman found her & sold her some dreams.
If any child goes to bed hungry We can do better, If our veterans live on the streets, We can do better, If our sick die without proper care, We can do better,
If America was great We wouldn't close up all our gates because that walls not meant for peace the foundations full of fear and hate the world can't relate they look at us with disgrace it's 2017
Oh Josè Can't you seeGet up at dawn for a pennyThat you'll get after a long days workTo be sent back to your country when strawberry season is over• We proudly hail at the KardashiansAnd not our low self esteem youth• Whose broads from Atlanta and
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
Mother America I am did feed thy milketh Her breasts were consumed with youth. A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
America, oh America, Great? Is that the word to describe you? Freedom you boast, but rights you deny. Equality you promise, but racism rampant in your borders runs.
America the free, America the brave America where I am looked down upon for the cadence of my name America where my people are slaughtered in the streets America where murderers with a badge walk free
America the Great is a place Said to be the greatest space For values idealized by our forefathers. Values such as speech and the individual
Once the land of the free Now all we can see  Are unwanted walls and pipelines.   Register here 
Come with me and see, the lovers by the sea. They are holding hands, and make wedding plans. I hope they stay together,
Do I need to speak a truth that resonates as deep as my skin is brown? Not caramel not a hint of creme, like buying a frappuccino Only to pretend its contents aren't rich.  
   You might not care at all and turn a blind eye To the issue of the North Dakota pipeline But this is important, let me tell you why  
We owe this country everything that we are in. But is America great or do we lounge in sin? The rich and powerful exclude us from their covenant. Half of the people don't even trust their own government.
He arises from what could potentially be his muddy grave, knowing it has already consumed many greater than he.  He asks himself what he has done to be spared from the bombs bursting in air. Luck, supposedly?
People come to America in search of opportunity Freedom Independence Wouldn't it be tragic if that wasn't true for everybody?
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity? How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?  Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
America the great,how is something so "great"something I hate.
I am an introvert No I’m not a creepy psychopath Who watches people from my upstairs bedroom window I attend events Sometimes
France hates us. The world laughs at us. We are slobs.   We are free. We are generous. We are beautiful.  
Waving flag; Burning flag Freedom Equality Justice For all Let your voice be heard Protest Disobey
  Eyes are powerful. Have you ever seen a pair of eyes Which do not hold a story?   To tell a story is to experience.
America, so beautiful How proud our people sing Of hope and opportunity How sweet freedom rings  
I am proud of America. I am proud to live in a land of rights for all. I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.  
America, you of which I do dream Every wonderful road, or each steel beam The home of the brave, the land of the free Why does your gaze never pass over me forgotten, alone, almost derelict.
A child of an immigrant knows stength, We see it every day in their eyes. A child of an immigrant understands courage, We wouldn't be here without it. A child of an immigrant is proud,
A stranger in the eyes of a child damned to live in a country of wickedness, How ironic the place of freedom is the most bound place on earth. A solid chained weight on our ankles corroded in sinfulness,
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
Thousands of faces the smog blurs empty stomachs moan which soot coated hands cover I'm laying on broken concrete staring at the starless sky they cover my ears so I don't hear their cries
Tattered veterans yet wave “Work 4 Food” signs.Temporary flagpoles unto themselves.Whilst banners to our double-standardsProudly displayed on speeding limousinesThat always cross the line.
You are asking me, if America is great as is? Why not take a look around and see for yourself. See for yourself the violence,  the death, the shootings, the killings, and the protestings. 
Today in the world, People are obsessed with diamonds and gold. Children forced to sit still, Forced to bend to their parents will.
America now Sees mental illness As something taboo to talk about Outside of a hospital, As something to suppress so long as I get that ‘A’, As something not legitimate next to a broken leg,
America wasn't great? Im sorry, didn't know. We aren't truly free? Is that an actual fact? I didn't even know. I Couldnt see. Cause I knew from the start, America wasn't made for me.
Religious freedom you ask? You must've heard it from the settlers. Who dares question my right to believe? We must've fought for our freedom not yours.   I am a prouduct of immigrants.
America can not be described in words only people in America every mind is beautiful every heart is open every voice is heard  equality is abundant there is a home for the homeless
in my america, i’ve found that there’s a darkness in it. it’s grown darker these past few months; it’s breaking apart at the seams
"Make America Great Again" For who? The rich, white, Christian men? The promise that made some cheer and others fear,  for they knew their lives could be left in the hands of someone who didn't care.
Every year it happens. The same cycle. Show up, sit down, go home. Twelve years of repeating the same process so many Take for granted and resent. I never saw it that way. I took
The cancer grows as the atmosphere degrades around our mind, The influence of arguments and laten nights feeds it, Its eternal host the meek and tis not kind,
Dark and lonely are the trees,Ugly brambles amongst the weeds.Tiring whispers of the past,Can’t see the forest for the trees.Mists sheltering quiet songs,A white that creeps along the ground,
A beginning. New life, bright lights. Tiny fingers, tiny toes. A brand new life, a newfound cry, I hold you close. I watch you grow.   You are my flower, my favorite joy.
See, your mom's living in a time where,  Skin color is a target on your back  And the knowledge in your head is a blade to the throat, 
This past year  I have discovered many secrets and talents within me. It would be incredible to share. I am a bright child, I have swallowed the sun, so please be aware. This past year 
The only legend I have ever loved is The story of greed and a grateful sparrow. A man was honest His wife was full of greed He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
I'm awake now, for so long I was asleep lying still wrapped in my youthful keep   My sleepy eyes take a peak  and look around in fear yet my body feels too weak 
January was cold. Weather has never bothered me, Nor have I worried about freezing, But I could tell, there was ice somewhere, Capable of freezing me to the bone in seconds.
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
Intro;  Okay  You are not good enough.  That is what I said. sorry  I know this isn’t the funniest topic for a poem and I know it’s  not what you want to hear before having to writeand put yourself out there
Burning. Burning right down to the lungs, right through every muscle, every fiber, every cell.
In denial for accomplishing nothing for 365 days, again! why try it'll be the same thing, again!
Road Blocks! Oh, how I hated road blocks There will always be road blocks I've come to understand 2016 was a year of challenges Road blocks are changes for you to overcome Thats what 2016 meant to me
Last year was the first year I could drive Now I can go and see concerts live Just me and my bro finding our jive If I were to rate my the car i'd give it a five Last year was the first year I could drive
 Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
   Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
You ever watch Donnie Darko? That scene about the spectrum: Between two bounds, the heart goes— The emotings of fear and love.   I felt so sure about it before; That love existed, and surely it does.
Mirror on the wall, I could not see me in you. So I learned to pray.
starting out i knew the potential the year could have i felt like a captain on a wooden ship hands on the wheel, eyes staring straight ahead
Not long ago we were friends, But now I need to send you to the ground. The bitter anguish that swallows my soul,
This whole year is all a giant blur to me. Ask me about specific happenings, And I'll recount them to you faithfully. While not all bad, 'Sixteen was saddening.   I lose my first grandparent April past,
Before us, it was me.   A hollow house stood on top of riches wider than the eye could see; Nothing would stop me from knocking on the door of the bourgeoisie. The thought of experiencing poverty was frightening,
OK
I was an athleteHurt but waiting to be fixedNow not an athlete but fixed 
I felt so small, so unwanted, so alone It was supposed to be everlasting love from the start Your affection was the only thing I wanted to own The sadness consumed my mind, my body, my heart  
A great amount of strife Went on in my life In the months of last year I shed many a tear   Whether it was college desicions My still developing skills and their lack of precision
I'm still me, but I'm not the same. My hair is shorter, my spirit bolder.      I say I'm still me and in a way it is true.           But that doesnt mean,                That it's the "me" that you knew.
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.  
      The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle The Ride with me on a single saddle Was there to introduce me as a senior
The World Is Falling Apart.   So how do we startto answer the questions we ask in the dark?   Who Matters?What Matters?  
You spit out a dry laugh to try to hide the death in your eyes.
When I drink you can't call me an alcoholic because I know you're just doing it because I'm Polish and it doesn't matter if I drink one bottle or two or five or twelve or if I really am an alcoholic none of it matters because it's just that I am P
2016. The year I graduated Highschool. The year I start college. 2016 was going to be my year. Oh how life decides to shake things up I went to get help in the summer of sixteen
Hard work a discipline Working towards a goal. State shoots January through July For the world championships on August. Friends and family supporting me, Sponsorships and grandma funding me.
A year can change you. Remember but forget the past. Make way for new experience.   Listen to opinions but form your own. Moderate your thoughts, but everything in moderation.  
My Growth Series   Kayla Kinsler- Commitment   I’m afraid of commitment Can’t cope with restrictions I want you with me But on no serious business I’m not trying to play games
I had a roof over my head A full belly every night And material riches beyond desire   Yet there was war within me I couldn’t explain it I just felt alone, with no one to trust
Im not really known  but your gonna know a bit about my life, some struggles and some pains, the things I had to fight . Im not here to complain, im only here to explain,
Suicide, cutting, and isolation Three things that filled my life up to 2015 I am not the "me" I was before The younger girl that everyone would ignore I became a social butterfly
I saw fateful stars, Not twinkling with lullaby dust, But searing, scorching, bright with meteoric impact. I stumbled into black, a murky, messy plight of blurry edges, hollow words.
A red couch with baked-in trivets. The big black weary vagabond lands breathlessly, unknowingly awaiting its fated execution. The green papered ax falls. A silence echoes, which fades
Golden lines flash across a dreaming, sun speckled face. A child presses his nose against the vibrating glass of the moving train. The harassing authority figure sternly reprimands
The sun kisses the earth to bed. Fireflies dance to a silent song and the wind, their swift lover, caresses the earth. An earthly possession of expired, sun burnt leaves
OCD
OCD Sydney Jackson   I place my browning Good Will bag on my kitchen counter
Sister dearest who was swaddled in the same fleshy crib as I, I am your fortified backbone when you cannot carry your brittle burden When you feel the pain of day to day life
It is my year. My year to be all that I can be.  This can be my year, for all eternity. My year to be fruitful, my year to be loyal.  My year to make all my mistakes buried in soil.
–oh, I’m so sorry It’s not like that, you see, because when you traditionally think of people dying, (especially the old, especially the sick)
When I was sixteen years damned my youthful soul was froze over my curtains were always drawn and even my demons searched for cover. I cared not for the future being, the self I would become
A year is an illusion Not tangible,not real, not alive Yet it is the realest thing we have Decade after decade, years progress Never altered,never mended, never gone
This year has been a difficult one Filled with sneers and words deadly as a gun And who’da thought it’s all because of our election
Why do I get up? It’s because I cannot stay down. If the world is turning, New possibilities arise.   If the world is turning, Then the sun will go up
Colors are simple, as happiness should be.  I often find my myself drenched in multicolored lights,  Feeling bliss that is new and exciting, yet old and comforting. I surround myself in varying colors.
Eyes Open. Yawn. Strech. Groan. Stand. Lights On. Pajamas Off. Dayclothes on. Eyebags Gone.  On With Makup. On With Shoes. On With Life.  Step. Step. Step. Through The Front Door. 
Senioritis has hit me hard So I might as well be a bard And explain to you why I'm stressing.   I wanna be lazy  It must seem crazy But senioritis makes my nerves fry I'm stressing.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety once my adolescent body found itself incarcerated by the unforgiving darkness of the night.  
Lay under the stars Listen to music Eat a few candy bars Buy a bike and use it   Explore a new place Read a good book Make a silly face Learn to cook   Drink a cup of coffee
I've told myself I should quit when I see Senpai and her friends and their friends I feel stabbed all over but when I come together with my true friends when we strike sparks
Sometimes, you know the days, You roll out of bed in a daze, Even the usual mornin' coffee  Doesn't really touch the haze.    Getting to class, you feel good, You forgot all the homework,
In the winter When I'm down and want to feel better, I call my friend Peter, 'Cause he's a great skater.   We walk to the rink In the cold and snow. We wish we had minks
I rise not for the sole purpose of Having some place to be- which I do, But rather, because I want to.
Every day is a new day.  This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past. What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.  
The other side of my own door, All with the rain's own sad downpour, Standing are two with both feet sore, Paitently wait forevermore.   The two remind me of a time, When the sunshine was so sublime,
To live on when I am gone thoughts that were once in my head may always be read thoughts that were once in my head live on when I am dead to live on when I am gone
Can we forget about yesterday? Can we focus on tomorrow, And put all our worried in the last day, The last day we borrow, From our God in heaven. Can we?
Feels Good. Gazing into the eyes of my lover Ocean's heartbeat lulling me to sleep Odd encounters ending in a smile Drizzly skies and the smell of a book Feels Good.
You
I’ve always feared being alone Not the loneliness Of being left home overnight With the dog curled in your lap Jumping at every small creak
The buzz of circular blades, Cry of the time piece, Voice of a feline, And Mother’s melody All pull me from slumber.   The smiles of peers,
We sailed to our own little island, where the beaches were white, and the stars lit up the night. Where the rain was soft, and we are the waves, crashed upon the rocks.
I'm sinking I've tried so hard to sail My Ship in your sea   But you've started up a storm and my Ship Just couldn't sail anymore.
Spare yourself a broken heart by falling  for a girl who is strong, because I am weak And sometimes my outlook on life is bleak. I am sorry that I will never be enough but spare yourself a broken heart
The Stars sit above our heads, as we sink intoour deep slumber, while resting in the bed of your truck. We think the same thought, as our minds become one. A single thought that one day we will become a star.
Artist lazy, artistic, nice and friendly. love to draw, surf, and love the bay. Believing in  making an impact on the art world, wanting the best waves on the west coast, buyers for my artwork, and to be remembered.
Get in the car, go for a drive Cruise to the bakery, latte inside. Look up cool poems, texting my love- I swear, he's sweeter than Heaven above. Go catch a flick, eat with my friends
I rise up with The sun shining  Brightly on my Face. It's all  Because of the  Man above. Feeling Refreshed and ready To jump for grace. Say my morning  Prayers, because
Does he look at me with glowing eyes? As my finger rushes the surface of his skin He transforms my scattered thoughts into meaning I gasp for air, but all the motions are beyond me I choke, I try to speak...
When I was young, I built a house. Inside, I fashioned a kitchen with a corner cabinet and crawled inside amongst the dirty, rusty, moldy pans. The door closed.
Drafts 11 through 13: The clicks of mechanical pencils Punctuate the words wafting through the air Intentional isolation (alliteration, near rhyme)
I won't talk about who I amuntil the words are directed at no one,words shouted into air no one dare breathes.   I am a good person,but that doesn't mean I am honest.
When  I sit under this magnolia tree the world around me vanishes I am free The God I serve is with me Embracing me Telling me followed his will
Poetry is not something to write an make up rhymes, Then make up sentences using words up from your mind. Poetry is a way of putting your thoughts an feelings together, In a way that you can connect with one another.
There are so many meanings of poetry Your definition can not be same as mine   It means telling a story Because everyone has a story to tell   It means imagination
I. The thin, paperback covers of the children's anthologies were cool to the touch Under my fingers, still chubby and child-like. They were pleasing to the eye, Lined up so neatly on the shelf.
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
Education is freeing of the mind, giving sight to the eye, leading to change.   Education is a breath of fresh air, a thought of inspiration, a bridge
Poetry came to me On the bitterest of midnights When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep But morning was a long ways off
simple yet perplexing difficult to procure yet comes with ease borrow my sight for a second.... I'll borrow yours ideas clashing, ideas intertwining shackles broken, minds freed a true menace to the tyrant
I am a semi-colon in the perfectly authoured novel of humanity. Surrounded by perfect people, living perfect lives, never knowing strife. In the arms of who they love, free to dream, 
Colors flow around me They are bright and vibrant I see: Reds Firetrucks, blood, roses Blues Water, bluebells, skies
Anguish is plastered on her face Like fragile, etched glass. She smiles and pushes herself, But is surrounded with frightful fragments
i never expected my life to be taken over by words rhymes stanzas  i logged into the computer i typed my fingers dancing pressing buttons forming words rhymes stanzas endless metaphors for pain love tragedy my thoughts swimming in my blood  pourin
Cluttered papers in a pile  containing heavy words and questions  so much to learn with a young brain yet quite the wise perception.   I wonder how, at that age, I grew to be so glum
In mornings of old souls that spoke to young bold dreamers of the days when the sky fell on the lands that once believed in loveI listenedTo the children that used to play ku ku lamiya and ciyaarI witnessed
Pen hits paper I can clearly remember Seven years past Focusing on the right track Just ten years old With a hopeful soul Writing poetry became  Inept to me The way it flows
  Emily She could not stop for Death Neither could I She could not let go Neither could I She tought me "be who I be" I will be me She told me "see what I see" I see
Noise, noise, all of the noise Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming It gets louder as it enters my head Headaches, not only headaches, Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
As inhalation occurs, your mind is scanning, panning, and planning High pitch squeals and commotion amongst people occur Your fingers itch and twitch and launch for your pocket
I see the world From up a tree What might this world Be waiting for me I wait to hear your wings Fly through the wind
A man lie alone in bed, night after night, as death whispers in the ear to his right An angel choir sings softly, in the ear to his left, Until they fought in the middle because that's where they met.
A college education means sitting in class taking your tests and trying to pass. A college education means meeting new friends hoping they'll like you, not to their own ends.
So hard to understand unless experienced. Bond with others, from respect to care. Escape and fight; from a past and for a future,
I have never known a man or woman, Who had no words inside of them to say. Some are too afraid to speak when they can, For fear that if they do they’ll rue the day.  
It started with that movie.  That one with Morgan Freeman. As the opening credits rolled in,  that voice came into my ears.    Like soft grating gravel.  Invictus. 
Wed, 05/11/2016 - 13:42 -- jlschwoch@mosd.org
What once was a lovely rose Beautiful full of warmth, love, color, and kindness Now slowly wilts What once was beautiful is now a gruesome beast It's heart was once warm with love
It does not matter what they say They say that your're crazy But you know yure crazy beautiful It does not matter what they say they say yo're ugly But you know they can't face the ugly truth
Bam! I knocked you out you hit the ground I'm through messing around playing these little games of yours tired of you walking all over me like I'm nothing but dirt I'm done getting hurt
Me
In each of my hands I balance the choice of right and wrong In my heart I hold my dreams for my future In my mind I keep my thoughts With my eyes I see the good and evil in this world
The written word never seemed meant for me. Lines and dots were all I could see. But then my Mother would read to me every night. And soon I wanted to also read and write. Books alone could open any door.
You sat there and said I was making up excuses to get away from you.You sat there and said I never wanted you.
Poetry... I used to think of it as math. Difficult. Different. Diffident was the attitude I took when asked to demonstrate. It was a talent I commemorate for those that had it
It seems strange, doesn't it, To write about writing, But I would believe it to be even more strange if no one ever did. To me, writing seems to be much more than just, Puting silly words onto a platform,
I love ice cream Ice cream is my friend It's always there me when my day comes to an end   Sweet Ice cream My tasty joy I have nice dreams of  Ice cream with chips ahoy  
if you asked me to say what poetry means to me  i could not write you a poem about it for i write poems when i feel broken  or hopeful i write poems to burn bridges and build new ones  for myself
A number two pencil and a blank paper sat on my desk. My teacher, with gall, said, " My poems are the best" So I looked at her, deep in her brown eyes, and wondered, "Why is she telling us lies?"
Thou is a rose on summer’s day…. They told me there was no wrong way to interpret Shakespeare’s lines of poem But can you believe I got an F in poetry?! Perhaps you can.
When I'm told how deoxygenated blood Goes in through one side of our heartAnd out the other, carrying life through our veins and capillaries and to our organs
Take a look inside my soul What will you find? A passion for Art that lights up a room like early morning rays of sunlight Love and Life that springs forth like a fountain
Would it be corny if i started with a Beatles quote? “All You Need Is Love” fills me with so much hope Because I’ve never been truly in love So this idea sounds like a gift from up above
I can't live without my dad. Yeah, so does seven billion other lads.  Some are mad or sad dads But my dad is rad.  He's ideal as steel  But like me, we cried on the inside.
I am young, impulsive, wide-eyed, and green, a sapling wondering which way to grow. Still needing some support, somewhere to lean, staked to stand tall when the strong winds do blow.
A song plays in my ear singing sweet notes His lips part releasing a soft sweet hum Callused hands strum chords which appear to float And my heart harmonizes along with them  
What’s the one thing I can’t live without, If, on a sunny day, at the beach, and the waves are crashing, I find Myself needing something worth needing, I might just scream and shout. Is it a book? Perhaps, if Fate is kind.
Some say it would be a hell on Earth to live alone-- That life wouldn't be worth living if it was only a one man home. Others say, "Oh, I couldn't live without this or without that,"
Victory is everything The sweet taste of triumph Cascading across your tongue Giving you bliss Fulfilment Acceptance
On the shelf, it stoically sits, patiently waiting for a stranger unknown, to hear the stories of it. Eager, the story teller speaks, silently of the mind of a child,  to the strong and the meek.  
My life, a boat. The shore no longer comforting. As the sun stings my naked back My sweat stings my eyes. Hunger drives me to devour and cough up  Sand Sand that was once the beginning
Words that are translated from paper to song, Melodies and beats that just play along, In any language, to and fro, Music is my world and that I know.   Pop in those headphones,
as the watercolor sun sets, trees like black lace against dimming satin sky as the horizon fades shadowed stars appearing like exhalations i feel You and i know this is how You love.
A world without color is a dreary world at best, For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest, I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
A thread is nothing without a needle A moth is lost without light  A cookie will always be missing it's completing factor without that full glass of milk And life seems small without my sister  
No matter, What air I breathe or what sea I see I will always need a companion with me No matter, If where I stand is little town or city grand I will always need someone at hand  
Gimme a drink that's fresh and cold Gimme a book that's long and interesting Gimme music with an addictive beat Gimme a blanket that's warm and soft Gimme a videogame from my favorite series
Under the waters of the deep blue sea I swam 'cross waters intrigued as can be The waves agreed to show me around; tide in my fawn I had time on my hands, for each day a new flavor
I need the air to Breathe in some necessary Nutrients for life.
The nebulous sky,                                                                                                                               veiled in concealment,                                                   
It's the little thing The thing that keeps me going The rise of success 
Quiet in the corner The girl Not me But she could have been So much more than she is now.   Quiet in the corner The boy Crying Never listening To what he has to say.
Frigid, icy shudders Heart so close to dead Yet with her hand my chest it beats Warm skin against frostbitten lips A summer kiss to dull my winter sorrow Her laugh could make the flowers bloom and birds sing
  Theres many things i want Not many things i need Need a necessity or obligation Well we need water We need oxygen
“Have you ever heard of the power of words?” He sounds like some sort of Jehovah’s Witness, standing there on the sidewalk with his books hugged tight to his chest, staring at her with eyes so impossibly wide.
All I need is my mind, And, in turn, my thoughts refined, For as Descartes would have sworn, That is all I truly own.   If I were gone and never found, Or stranded somewhere underground,
I simply can't live to see another day,Without you, my friend, the world would be grey.You bring out the best of me, You help me escape and feel free.
What a stereotypical question What is it you need to survive, To thrive. So many answers rush through my head, but it all boils down to one all encomapssing word: Love.
What is this pain, a growling monster deep within? It bites and screams, making my vision spin It yearns the light of day, it longs release The more it fights, the less my stomach feels at ease  
On an island far away So, some music I will play Six strings and my hands Melody in the sands   Mood displayed in every note Mental songs that I have wrote Come alive with every strum
All the way back in the streets, I was young, She was a year older than me, She is my sister, I couldn't have survived without her, Even though my mom worked hard as fuck and because  of that she was gone,
I can't live without air.  Seriously. That automatic pull that the lungs take, that convert within themselves, without us even thinking or knowing.  That creation of taking in and out what is around. 
Applying for colleges gives me anxiety. All of the money it requires that I dont have for programs that I want to get into but can't without help. Mabye I should look for help a scholarship.
She
I didn't realize the innate desire for a friend until I was without one. She appeared in my life  like an angel. Everything I was not. Cool, calm and collected as we tumbled through life.
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. 
All I ever needed was you All you had to do was tell me the truth Instead of doing all of that you put me through I was suppose to be someone you loved But yet you placed someone else above me
  What I require is What most people desire Not power or absolute control   But hope   That is all I need
I came into this world, not knowing much As any child would as such But there they stood, the duo strong I'd rather call them Dad and Mom Helped me take my first steps Led me, helped me, no regrets
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one thing to bring Stranded on a deserted island, with just one single thing Some request their phones
Distract without one, I  would be alone with my  thoughts- tearing my mind to  pieces. 
If I was stranded on an island, all I need is the Holy Bible. Just God's word, is all I need. His advice, is all I need. God's ways, is all I need. To read how great he is, is all I need,
Just as there can be no light without darkness and no joy without pain, A life without death would be a world drowned in vain.   For though death is painful and too hard to swallow,
Determination, deprivation I must persevere. no food, no water, Will I make it out of here?   Seems helpless, I'm breathless deprived, and alone. But if I don't help myself,
He grips my shoulder and tosses me into the closet, teasing I hear his mocking laughs as his video game beckons I sigh, take out my own Game Boy and play my game, button-squeezing
If I was stranded and had nothing, what would I need Maybe materials for writing or maybe something to read Or maybe I would just need a good friend Someone that would stay with me until the end
Faced with the ultimate question, If I were stranded, All alone, What would I bring  To make me feel at home? The answer is difficult, Not an easy task, What would I do,
One person I could not live without would be my mother. I love her with all of my heart, there’s no way we could ever be apart.
My Pen Effortless glide Of black ink Splattering the sheet like an enchanted paint brush Light as a feather as it nestles in between my fingers Words slipping out Images spreading like wild fire
The waves form giant crushing fingers The boat bows and dips with the swells The rain and the winds seem to say "Give up"
My fingers float,  page after page. Waves crash against the boat, they've gotten harder with age. But still I sing. When I'm lost without a map, and the world around me 
What do I need? Someone to love, Not a coat, shoe, or glove. What I require, is to be human, To laugh, to live, to be believed in. It is difficult not to be Thinking of an island with a single tree,
What I need are my dreams I have while awake. My ambitions that keep me foing forward, Doubt I always shake. Growing and succeeding for those whom I care, Becoming a better person, becoming more aware.
The one to hold me day and night The one who brings me endless light He keeps me safe and warm He makes me know that I'm adored My love is all I need.   The one who makes me giggle and snort
Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing knowing you're envious of their dance partner. The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries 
I feel you on my skin Your sweet caress against my cheek You who are as harmless as you are destructive  Wonderous and immortal you give me strength    Reflective as the water which you ripple through
Sentinel Sentinel, thy life conceals many another. Those life, under both unwavering light, revealed.
Though my words will be my living, Though my books will be my bread, I can lose all of these things And still have everything I need.   Though my friends will be my buoys,
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
Most people say what they need most is their cellphone, or their laptop.   But I never see people say who they need most, like their best friend, or their mother.  
When I cannot sleep at night and nothing feels right, I look to you. When you guide me on my way and protect me as I lay, I will thank you
I suppose that all a person could ever really need on a deserted island is food, water, shelter, books. But what I need is something ordinary yet overlooked. The one thing I'd drag with me on a deserted island, the one thing I can't live without.
I'm addicted to Pepsi. Something I seriously can’t live without. I know too much is bad for you, but pour me one before I start to pout.   I’m addicted to the sweet, sugar rush.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I don't scream because it is the six thousandth time that I have turned on the shower.   We spend four years
They told me the odds were stacked against me That with a heart in my condition With a family history filled with roses
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
What is your reason? What makes you get up every morning? What keeps you above the water?   Daily tasks cause us to sink We begin to drown in the every day Holding signifigance seems nearly impossible
Last week I slept with some guy in the back seat of his car.  I just wanted to feel something other than you. but instead I felt nothing,  and I guess that nothing was something 
Live music is not a concept. It is not something you can hold in the palm of a sweaty hand until the night has ended and then release like a caged animal when the band has exited the stage
  The days in which I’m met with burden in dreaming in reaching in swallowing between the breaths   Those days
  A deathless twist in which my hands grow sore Obtuse in my mood by the mark of the four And by sun’s meridian I haven’t got more But to shamefully begin again
My life was not always this way I use to sit only feeling suffering and pain I'd cry for hours myself to sleep as I feel my soul slowly slip From my body into the dark abyss of the cold world
She's there when no one else is,  She's the person i can't live without and there no doubt about that  we argue and fuss with each other she's basically my mother. 
All my heart, With the blood it pumps. All the air, That fills my lungs. They could take it all,
Intangible and addicting  Each day I see it, each day I use itYet when without it I'm restlessWithout it seems nothing will fit 
If I had no hope, I’d never try again I’d give up all the love I have, and never try to mend If I had no hope, I’d stop writing you each day I’d throw away my pens, and leave my letters in the rain
The Truth is be like a flower which gives a fragrance to even those who crush it. The Truth is when words come from the heart of anyone, they find a place in the heart of others.
Words have a pulse, They bleed and they bruise, Like a heart’s beating impulse, Only that you get to choose.   Like a scream gone ignored, Or a sob in dark, behind closed doors,
A Life of struggle, betrayal, pain. The life of a man with a beating heart but no place for it. 18 Years a lost life was led until a love landed in his lap.
You ask me to tell what I can’t live without If taken literally this isn’t hard to figure out I need food, water, a roof for my head Air and sleep or else I’d be dead But clearly this is not what you ask So diligently I'll tend to this task Life,
I could swim in an ocean of money, fly over the waves of pavement in my Lamborghini, and lie beneath the suns beautiful touch, but all of this would mean nothing if I wasn’t doing it with you.
I need someone to love me, someone to care but at the end of the day and all through my life only one person is always there. Its not my mom, my brother, or friend
I need my phone.   Yes I'm addicted, But I need it.    What if someone text me,  Or messages me on Facebook,  Or maybe sends me a snapchat.  I need it.   
It’s not something I want, it’s something I need It’s something that fulfills my every wishful deed It courses through my heart, my blood, my veins It’s given me life, and made me forget the stains
College Stressful, Exciting Studying, Partying, Exploring Dorms, Quads, Friends, Professors Crying, Eating, Reading Fun, Short University  
Chapter One. Elementary School. Easy. Two plus two equals four. So does one plus three. Coloring inside the lines, it's got to be perfect.   Chapter Two. Middle School.
Why bully? Why put others down to make you feel untroubled? Day after day it's like a routine, making others feel abandoned. Not because you want to, but because you must. But why?
I tried to embrace myself with happiness,the long run had just startedsince the day I decided to changeand lose the old me forever.
To go to school I need money.         To get good grades I need money.             For books, codes and clickers. I spend all my money.  I work two jobs. One for the money, one for responsibility. 
We often forget the purposeof red brick buildingsin the nine hour hurry upand wait   We often forget the purposeof pen and paperin the technicolor dream ofgoogle docs  
In the hunt as few may call it ..for peace,happiness,the reason of life. Day by day restless nights; due too reminsing chapters from back it time.
At my school where I sit concealed, starving zombies look to devour a meal.   Some like bones and some like brains, but I on the other hand love to play games.
With intensity and motion I move forward and go toward the vast opnad unknown. Seeking danger and adventure, beauty and love. Seeking everything and anything or nothing at all. A change of pace
    There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while. Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire. Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
Why o why does bullying exist? Is it enjoyable to see a person in pain calling them lies which hurts like venom, Or enjoyable when the person has scars, cuts, self-hatred and depression into their bodies and already putting more?
Let’s take a minute to talk about something we all know and “love” “Education is important” We’re told. But when did it start being sold? If it’s so “important” why make us pay? Taking our money day after day,
So um I like wrote a poem because like I'm sick of people telling me I need to like talk with confidence.Maybe if you actually paid attention to what I said and  stopped degrading women for everything I would have this confidence you speak of. 
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Maybe I'm too poetic                   too romantic                   too To be something I'm not is easy But to be too poetic                 too romantic To be who I am is heartbreaking
Child born to a child Small and sweet Little girl, tiny feet Mother kid, feeling weak Father grown, dead beat drunk Days in darkenss Nights in pain Beatings changing daily Hardly the same
Me, I don't know what to call myselfI've heard plenty of ideasIndependent, crazy, smart, talkative   I am a seventeen year old girlI'm a girl with a history full of ups and downsI'm a girl with a family who's been pushed to the limitsI'm a girl wh
I've been asked, "Describe yourself in one word." But one word cannot describe all that I am. A sweet, shy girl is all they may see, But best believe that ain't all of me. So let this poem give you a taste;
When the universe was arranged, All creation from a bang, Every grain, Every cell, Every atom flew out. And like all matter careened about,
I am a dark Black and a blinding White,
She sits in the room, with nothing to say, The kids make fun of her features and hair And she wonders, why they treat her this way? When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
I
I flew I fell  I dream I fear I wish I cry  I'll live I'll die I'll make mistakes   
From inside school walls caged, a barrier To separate imagination ‘way From empty colorless surroundings minds. My garden often sprouts red flowers, but
my life has not been easy. it has had people come and go some bad some good. but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. for me it was my daughters now they are my world.
I am the tongue of the flame I lick and spit fire embers that ignite the maim I am the spark that starts the twister in the dark I am the change that you've been
Esther /eh-st-eer/ noun sister, daughter, creator.  Is often emotional, occasionally rational.   Believer in equality and creativity Not a morning person, loves tea with honey
I may never understand why you left I guess I just have to accept that this is the way it was ment to be Kind of like I'll never understand  Why the ocean stops at the shore instead of washing away the land 
I am a never ending series Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets Battered from the restlessness of my slumber A lost sheep number 4 A.M's only friend Tired   I am the burnt out light bulb
I am a student. An aspiring engineer, a woman, a mere statistic. A minority at an engineering university, I like being this kind of statistic. I am a part time cashier.
Strangers, rarely as strange as the preconceptions we arrange gather, miraculously appearing at every whiff of rebellion 
i am a girl.   i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door.    i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys   on their knees just to be  seen by.   
Who am I?   I don't know  (my past is a frenzied blur I hate to remember the future a question I fear to ask)   All I know is I want the all or a poetically decided nothing.
I am her, i am scared to be who i am, all eyes pointed at me. people all arond me, i can feel he nstant eyes at me. i need to teach myself how to breathe again. WAIT.....
I was always the one trying his best to succeed; planning, studying, doing everything possible. But life throws stones, and has bumps in the road, making things a bit more difficult.
People often ask me You're Jewish? Yes, why is that so hard to believe? Is it because.. I don't have a big nose? Or perhaps it's the accent? Is it because I am Mexican?
I am not the harsh words of insecure bullies from third grade I am not the cruel laughter of my classmates watching me get tripped on the playground I am not the pitiful words from my middle school counselor,
I have a fear of going back to school I have a fear, of going back to rules I have a fear, deep inside my heart I have this giant fear that is tearing me apart I don't know why, I used to love this place
Caramel-toffee mixture,
Life, life is hard I knowYour a girl who thought this would never happenThis is your storyYou go to workYou love itHanging out with the guysThats funYou trust the ones you work with
A unique person With attributes of art With friends that adore me With a family that watches over me But there is something missing.. And with these words, I can't express But with silent tears
I am a Christian I am a beautiful creation I am created to do things that are beyond my limits that are at a greater elevation than I am.
I am a Mother A woman of Faith I find my escape in God's great embrace I am a teacher In my daughter's ways Teach her right from wrong
Mind gone, heart mad, soul so empty. Who can I trust in this time of need? They say I'm young, I'll get over it. My story? you wouldn't understand. The pain, tears, and emotions.
I remember asking myself, why can't I put on an act like everyone else? And then I remember two things, one - I am not everyone else and two - I can't put on an act,...when I am the act.
Everything is a process whether it is short or long, you just have to decide whether to learn from it or not because life is to short to take it for granted
I am a hyperpigmentation. An overdose of melanin. I am the aftermath of a merciless fire, and the darkness enveloping a starless night.
You might think im crazy and in a way its true But if you think about deeply you are too You can try and hide it but  will stil shine through And only for one reson Because its part of you.
I am a Amanda I was born on a tuesday Now I dance on Tuesday Every tuesday I take my shoes, all my shoes ballet slippers point shoes charater heels jazz shoes sneakers to walk in
I am...Powerful, insightful, Beatuiful I am a force to be reckoned with. A wind that cannot be stopped   I am smart. Always learning never failing. I cry aloud "SHAPE ME AND MAKE ME SMARTER!"
I am undefinable. I am different. I am a nerd. I am an athlete. I am a social butterfly. I am shy. I am confident. I am strong. I am complicated. I am stubborn.
PGP
Before..
Roses are red Violets are blue Where have you been? I've been looking for you You, wait you?  Who is this "you"? That's been making me so blue Is he tall? Is he short?
Sitting in the corner, stuck in wonderland Sipping coffee, black Stupid for pondering my religion Easy to entertain, amuse me please
Love always leads to disappointment.   I’m crazy for you   Everyone can see that, but you   I love your voice   Love your smile  
I am... Who they said I couldn't be An underestimated athlete With one goal and one dream in her mind They said my efforts were a waste of time Now the game has changed
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know. Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs. So where am I from?
I am unidentified. A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny. They ask me to be vocal, But I AM afraid, They ask me to be aggressive, But I believe in inner peace They ask me to be in power,
I am a six year old, sitting watching cartoons with a yogurt in my hand Crying because her chest hurts, Mommy's panicked and she doesn't understand Laying on a hospital bed while Daddy rustles my hair
Summer is already over, and only now it hits me.I am a senior. This year.And I am running out of time.What have I done?All of that time that I spent inJunior, sophomore, even freshman year
I ask myself the same question almost everyday Whats the best path for me to take? All my mistakes keep screaming my name A choice needs to be made This pressure is burning my heart into flames  
I am thoughts yet I am not,For how could thoughts be made to walk?How could thoughts be ones to speakWhen no lips they have to seal?People talk and people sayThoughts are what we are these days.
I am whatever I want to be, at least that's what my parents tell me. But yet I walk down these hallowed halls, people laughing, staring judging
I’m from my mother's cooking
      little girl playing in rain puddles  herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky  raincoat swish-swish  wellies squeak and slurp  hungry beasts gold hair, bright eyes clueless and naive.
I am that girl without a voice Hair ever-changing like the friends she used to have A heart-breaker A self-harmer A liar to herself and to others around her I am that girl who finally let go
Class of 2016, the year where the path changes. I have traveled down the jagged road to fin it's end near. I found a shortcut though, because there is nothing more strange then speeding up,
I am a believer in touching the sky,
For many of my years there were many tears tears of great fear tears caused by my peers I saw an ending near  I grabbed the gun with no fear  Life's supposed to be fun  I was done  my life flashed by 
I was who I am I will be who I was Some of what makes me Is there just because Because of my music, my family, my faith I am who I was and that makes me feel safe  
I am a woman. I am not weak.  I am a woman filled with passion and desire.
"Sticks and stones, may break your bones, but words can never hurt you." I for one, would love to say that statement- is a load of bullshit.
It is not in my mouth As I expel warm life into the cold brass And feel it move through the neck to the bell It is not in my fingers As they move over the keys In rapid succession
When I find myself Behind the clusters of sofas And worthless knick-knacks You'll be the first to know   I see you frowning At my reflection But-of course- you keep looking Upside down
I am... brown skin, curly hair I am... bullied on the playground I am... "What are you?" I am... snowball fights by myself.   I am cuts, I am tears I am nights alone I am nights alone
  I’d like to think that I change often Or, evolve often. I become a brighter Smarter Stronger Version of myself  every day that I am alive  
I Am many things; Outgoing Determined Happy Different Accomplished
Who Am I.. I Am Flesh And Blood... I am a STRONG...INDEPENDENT..WOMAN I am a European born, who has faced many challenges through out live. Taken from my home, to live and die in America.
I am! Who am I? To society, I am a name, a number, a faceless drone. To friends, I am replacable, I am weird, I am the obnoxious one. To family, I am the outcast, the outsider, the black sheep.
As a child, I knew who I was I was the one to take the first step As the years went by, things changed  The "Yes" became "Maybe" The "I can do it!" became "should i do it?"
I am my own two cents. When I hit the ground runnin' the devil says, "Oh shit!" Never bite my tongue while I'm chasing the setting sun. Because it ain't over 'til I say its done.   I am my biggest enemy.
Tiny fingers trace faded ink in dusty books. unaware what they will grow to touch, to only dream of being this unknowing again, paper white on paper white.    Awesome: 
Plug ‘em in your ears, feel the vibes You might wanna bring ‘em along for a long, long ride Feel the smoothness and rhythm in your chest Volume ALL the way up – is how to enjoy it best
Everything is awesome It most certainly is. Even when things seem dark and grim. When times are bad When your patience wears thin Remember that everything is awesome in the end.
WE DO NOT BEGIN AS POLICE PROPERTY, to be freed or detained based on some guy’s mood or feeling.” he wrote..... We are not theirs... We are not of their descent. Their hair. Their skin... We are not theirs  
Knees weaken Mind bruise by lies Heart is scorn by fire of desire Arms suffering from pain of pushing forth ward Feet steadily slipping off the truth But I still stand push forth down the path
Listen, listen, I am trying to help you hear the truth not see it The way the wind blow pass your is speaking direction The way the waves crashes against the shore is saying go back
Hello little brown girl I see in the mirror. With your beautiful wide nose, Skin couldn't be any clearer. Dipped in chocolate, Caramel coated molasses, My beautiful little sisters wearing the glasses.
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.
Appease the voices in your head Listen to what your demons said Cry at the bottleneck of resentment Do not proceed vengeance Stay harmonious Project times that were glorious Look towards explication
The way you MAKE me feel  Is Awesome! The way you BLESS  me  Is even more Awesome! The way you HEAL people's bodies Is just Awesome! The way you LOVE me 
Be Positive Be Awesome Be Kind Be You The air that we breathe is awesome The sky is awesome The grass is awesome The sun is awesome The place we call home is awesome
What do you see as awesome, they could ask To many, this quest may be difficult For me, it is a very easy task
Through the toughest times we must stay positive No matter the circumstace Life is there to teach you
What is the source of all that will power we possess? Faith. Faith is the strength within us that gives us the power. What is that force that drives you to success? Faith.
Gravity was made to put us down But our heart and soul work together To make sure we're not alone And keep us sane forever   Why so sad flower child Cant you see there's a future ahead
I love photography ,oh yes I do these Cameras have eyes, oh yes they do 
Only one word Could make a smile spread Only one smile Could raise a spirit that was dead Only one laugh Could make a better day Only one "Hello" Could go to a heart and stay Only one gift
I am what you call a loner, a nerd, a person who isn't so.. into herself. He is.. different. He is so much more than different, at least to me.  
Plug ‘em in your ears, feel the vibes You might wanna bring ‘em along for a long, long ride Feel the smoothness and rhythm in your chest Volume ALL the way up – is how to enjoy it best
Am I a flea struggling to free myself from the web of a spider, Or am I a leprechaun skipping to the end of a rainbow? Am I a chameleon who camouflages from turmoil, Or am I a butterfly eager to escape from my pinfold?
Everythng Is AWESOME! It's a New Day! A Time to Refres and Be a Greater You! Yes, meaning that GREAT is Already in YOU! Everything is AWESOME! Me - Him - Her - YOU!
Everything's not awesome! Well... sometimes... Things get you down, Ointment's full of flies. I was once told  By Maya Angelou That nothing's gonna work Until I do. When everything sucks
  The meaning of life is to just be alive it is so plain and simple, yet everybody rushes around in great panics as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves it is scary the way the world can swallow you
Shamed because the concept of waiting to get what I want made me seem desperate and clingy;  Hurt because the love I gave to him was never given back in return;
My room was different when you hurt me, it started showing me monsters I never saw before. You shot me on my leg, then kicked my wound. I bled out on my bed, and the monsters began to talk inside my head.
Yeah that's right you heard me, money is a devil that is wearing Angel's clothing. Telling you all these lies and filling you with so loathing. Money can make you find love where you thought love was lost.
Am I selfish? To want to leave this world. My body cold and lifeless. Am I weak? To want to end it all ignoring the people who care for me. The don't understand my struggles my pain
So maybe I am not the funniest in the room And I may sometimes fall upon gloom, My legs may be super hairy And I think talking to boys is quite scary, I may stumble and become weak at times 
I'm like a drug addict  Thought I was free once again i'm back at it you got me feeling like a fiend  i'm addicted to your love i need another dose Take your love you made
Looking in the mirror,
Let Death come until the hour glass empties; Let it come 'til the last breath is breathed; Let it come 'til our hearts stop beating;
To be able to eat, To sleep, To feel a breeze, Without a diease, To be able to appreciate, To recieve an education, Without much frustration, Thats whats awesome to me,
Blue Clouds, Blue Seas Everything is Awesome Scholarship Slam -- Unfurling, rolling in thunderous lashes and - greedy  Incorrigible and precedented but
I am a small unit flowing through the labyrinth of life.  Through each twist and turn I gain more experience - I am constantly learning more about who I am.  
What is Happiness? 
All that glitters is not gold, So how dare you be so bold, To say that the best things in life are free? Well, no one is free from impunity. You only have the freedom of speech,
I appreciate myself because I am creative With a string of an idea in my mind, I can weave together a blanket of stories for others to touch and immerse themselves into  
Just Because I
Freedom of America, Beauty of outdoors, Reliable friends, Late night snores,   Freedom of speech, Freedom of press, Wonderful family, Friends worth the stress.  
I am a girl who still has hope. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, even though it is never promised. I see world hunger.
How is it the mind works? Truly, how is thought expressed? Because my mind makes synapses; They filter deep within and fester.   That is, until they leave or cannot exist.
Everything is awesome, Everything is cool when you’re part of a team, Even though life might get you down, seem gleam, Make you rip your hair out and scream, Know that you are loved, believe,
As I glanced into the peephole I visualized something new
crazy how one would take their life away How knives,blades,sharp objects
My dog is awesome. She is more loyal than any human, has more love than any human, and listens more than any human.   My dog is beautiful. She has eyes brighter than the sun,
You can be who ever you want to be do what you want to do and live  the live you deserve. I know it will be hard at first to let he/she go, but you deserve better  no more crying anymore it's time to say no more.
I love holding a hot mug of chamomile tea, reading and writing poetry, movie music, peanut butter, Iron man, and Captain America. Horseback riding feels like flying.
The space between our fingersis the color of your eyes at nightand my face when I notice.But also the first light of dawnand sticky, peach skin,the kind you pull with your teeth,
I’m having a hard time accepting I’m soft–soft stomach, soft heart,my soft way of telling othersI’m having a hard time.It leaves me hesitating at mirrors,
Some kids have no food but still find the energy to play Some kids show a colorful spirit even though their life is gray Some people break down and others still find the will to pray
haley asked if i was beautiful. i told her yes.  so she would shut up. i felt like im not. im too black. and  shes light skined and i am black  so that makes her beautiful and i am not 
You slap my books You slap my faith You slap my apperance You slap my family You slap my life and you slap me You slap me around and I can't handle it any more. Stop STOP. STOP!
The cheers of oblivion are ripped apart by bullets Happiness, shredded leaving behind only fear Fear and Anger Anger from both parties Loneliness and Anger A lonely boy with a need for love
Filters, they’ve become a part of my society, But yet, I try so hard to be the real me. I’m screaming, hoping somebody will hear ‘This isn’t what I wanted; this is exactly what I feared!’
Your beauty isn't a contest Your beauty shouldn't be a scale from 1 to 10 Your beauty is perfection Not a competition We become blind from this so word called "make up"
Though times seem hopeless,
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,
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
The twinkle in her eye, is like the stars, on a clear night. The blush of her cheek, is like pedals, of a soft young rose. The vibrance of her lips, is like cherries,
When I was in the fourth grade I walked up to my dance teacher and said, “I am African-American.” She promptly spit out the water she was drinking and replied, “You’re half black?”
Tomorrow is a race Yesterday is a name Today is a chase No means to an end
My words without a filter, They are pulses ripped from my heart, They are thoughts carefully caught from the darkest depths of my brain,  They are not affected by this so called casual speech that many people engage in
Mama I love you more than any other on Earth. No matter who came I always felt first. To you, I am a blessing and never will be a curse. No matter how wrong, You never changed my worth.
Life is a road.   My road can be winding and bumpy.
Me
We live in an age of desperation We're in a constant war but not with other nations We fight ourselves on everyday situations We're born in a bubble deprived of sensation   Life made of misconceptions
I am wise, I am pretty,
Freedom is not something that can be seen. Freedom is not something that can be asked for,  because it is not to be demanded. It can not be given to you.
Winter has always been tinged with blues and greys.
I’ve got nice hair My teeth are alright But neither are worthy of veneration.   The FLAWLESS part of me is my resilient nature. I am not without flaws by any means.
I fill my lungs  With the nebulas and stars. Breathe in the frost of the moons, Exhale the rays of the suns. I let my eyes dance like stars In the cosmic heavens above.
    Since all we know is in relation, It's hard to know true perfection, although we must know that we have two things in us.  
My teeth gripped the plush bottom of my lip, the nails,
I have ragged nails  from thoughtful, nibbling teeth calouses from where the pen sits
Emotion is effortless,  Pain is simple to show. All aspects of us,  want to shine. Pretending is cloudy yet  the sun is hidden behind, Lies make you fake But who wants to cry?
People often hide behind barriers, just to hide their emotions. You dont have and idea of how people are feeling today or how they might react to something you might say.
Broken chains, shattered windows. They're no tame, so don't get too close. Run run away, until you see the light of day.
I am unique! I've been told By my friends young and old.      But what are those things, you may wonder? Both things that cause me joy (and the objects that annoy!) I'll divulge, though I may blunder.
The summer breeze is against my face. The butterflies flap their wings, showing off to the sky. But below, Teens are in the mall, window shopping.  
Why should I hide? We are taught from birth to do so but why? ‘We’re all human’ they said so why do they punish me? Who cares if I’m not perfect? Society apparently. Who they want me to be is perfect,
Singing the melody of a song
I can see it all. The downfall of men. The inevitable destruction of all we once held close.   There is nothing we can do, but watch.   Watch as all the hope, comforts,
Who is I behind the curtain be Am I modest, shy against the weathered sea? A sea of caricature, who am I really for the others to see? Are they ready when I cast my inconfidence aside - the dream?
points for best acting! no truth, just script which I'll read from  forever and forever equipped.   and ill trend the best costumes feather boas and all i'll take heed to the audience
I’m not really sure how to write a poem about what I love,What makes me laugh,What I’m proud of,Or what I’m awesome at, because that would be an incredibly long poem… But I do know how to make a wicked list.
Look into my eyes and you will see, the different side there is to me. Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget, all the lies he told me, and all of this regret. Look into my soul and you will feel,
Mother listen Father listen Listen to me Listen please Please it’s all I want Please it’s all I need I need to make my own choices I need you to let me do it It will help me grow
may not belong to a family now, 
Dear high school bullies, I wonder if you know what you did to me.  I wonder if you still believe the things you said. 
A mask, A curtain, a veil one that seems to hold boredom in it features that may convey anger, seriousness even severeness Silence in the place of words or any other sound But the mind races, then again it doesn't
Flowers Bloom. Flowers weep Flowers grow Flowers die. Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye. If flowers were not their…. how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the
There you are black dog reaching far from among the fog Be with me black dog let me rub you on the head oh black dog you have kept me at your side black dog has followed me around for so long
Every single time I look at the shinning moon I just think of you wishing you were here Under the shinning light I wish so soon Hoping to once again see you so near  
N
She embellished The wisdom To conceive thought. Different emotions Violated intrusion Of world sanity. In the dark Aware of presence Innocence is borrowed To a loan officer.
Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead. By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable. I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
Why is she so different? What makes her so appealing? She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body.  But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.
Who are you? I don't even know you anymore.
The spider spins it's silky web. Small silvery strands sparkle and something stuck struggles.   Like my life, full of lies. Little lies linking along, leaving very little truth.  
The world is a beautiful place. Maybe it’s that belief that always gets me in trouble.   I spend my days in this constant awe at the world, in people, in how wonderful
               Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.                 To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.                 To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
What's to be expected of me? To be smart, confident, pretty. But I can't do all of these things. I'm supposed to make it into college, get a job,  and above all: be successful.
MLK
Where a people fight for acceptance, one wanted to fight without his fists. He used his words to lead all in one philosophy: to sit amog the opression, you must not use violence.
Poetry.An art, an expression, an author’s puzzle to allow a reader to understand them and perhaps make a connection.Why?I don’t get it. Just say what you need to say.
the small ant that crawls
I take another step Towards my future I try to leave behind All my failures   I try to get away I try to get by But wherever opinion sways I will fight I will survive  
Every time I write I write to speak truth Without truth is no use For all everyone can do   What good are white lies When all that results  Are things that resemble flies?
I am an individual; I stay strong even in the biggest storms, I stare darkness straight in the eyes and see only the light that will immerse me when it passes. My faith guides me toward hardships.
I speak too loudly      my words echo across rooms,  and my voice is harsh after crying.              But I don't silence myself until I'm told to. I don't hide my thoughts I let my face speak for me.
You are ungrateful Lost in a world Where alcohol is your therapist And you hit your little girl   She cries when she touches The bruise on her face A soft and plush cheek
Sometimes words fall from my mouth like a waterfall into river, rippling from letters into waves of sentences forming long lines of poetry that carry through banks and across deltas, a never ending string of love letters that will someday reach y
  to survive in your skin in this dead place   you participate in humor that allowed them to see you
Scribble Scribble Scribble that was my day that was the good stuff that was the bad stuff Scribble Scribble Scribble those are my hopes those are my dreams those are my goals
Everyone want to be different abstract unique dare i saw it, hipster.   These people write, these people are emotionally unstable,  these people are infamous for being damaged,
Anything could spark a thought Anything could change a perspective Anything could alter an opinion Anything is my catalyst of thought.    
My mind is buzzing with an array of colors, each flitting by so fast it's hard to see every one.   At once it is Yellow:  the color of my summer thoughts;
That philosopher whose words I pondered, I was five, and five plus five equaled ten,
I wish my dog was here.Trees shift into spring,and the water in the reflecting poolripples in wavesand then stills as the windstops blowing.The grass is cool under my body.
My childhood was spent outside.
I am unaware, Here I lie scared, Of the next steps to take, What legacy will lie in my wake.   Through the distant storm Nothing will remain of the norm And life will change...
The sun is up it's the crack of dawn, time to start the day. The roosters crowing,  the hens are laying, through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn, time to throw the hay.
I ask for forgiveness, I am not worthy
So you're thinking about running And it's less about the outcome, the hardened muscles and lean body, And more about the feel of wind Rushing through your hair Feeling the elements As they pass
I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore my feet are submerged into the prickly sand
Job
A job that will change my life is teaching. Teaching helps kids learn about themselves  which in return can help me. It can help me find who I am as a teacher as well as a person. Simple as that Complete happiness in life. Peace
My dream is to be a animator  Not just any digital design animator  No, That is to wide of a goal I am for smaller more difficult Disney animator  That is what I want to be 
Best Friend I’ve known you for so long, oh my dear one You’ve made me laugh and cry over the years The times we’ve been apart and its not done For we have gone through many laughs and tears
Best Friend I’ve known you for so long, oh my dear one You’ve made me laugh and cry over the years The times we’ve been apart and its not done For we have gone through many laughs and tears
I am thankful for the clothes on my back thru this chilling season,For the roof over my head and comfortable bed,For the plenty of food that keeps my tummy full,
It’s been a year, a year since I’ve been to a concert.
look up to the sky not  bird or a plane just the big blue sky and its nearing night some say the world is hidden without light but, you see, not just the stars come out at night
My intestines tied in such lovely bows
Society screams
I am young, my future is cloudy. I am young, the elders doubt me. All around, expectations surround me. They tell me I won't succeed, but I refuse to drown.   I am young, I search for a path.
So far, no longer With technology and mind stronger Galileo could never dream that in reach was the moon's seam. With my own hands  and Armstrong's stands the Moon--light years away
what would I change? right now, I would change the expenses of college, and how financial aid is dispersed. I have been saving up for two years, and because of the money ive accrued, ill get less
Heart Poundng Red Blood Inhales, Exhales
Wake up. Go to School. Do work. Go Home. Do more work. Go to Sleep. Repeat. Repeat.
If I were given the power to change one thing, to be given a chance to change a human being I would make the diabled whole, something that would complete their soul I would give the blind a world of color,
If I were given the power to change one thing, to be given a chance to change a human being I would make the diabled whole, something that would complete their soul I would give the blind a world of color,
my brain awoke, but my eyes stayed shut. it felt as if 100 lb dumbells hung from my eyelashes, streatching them across my face.
Everyone has a dream job. One may dream big, and one may dream small, but everyone has a dream.
Belle, meaning beauty from the land of France We remember from the movie how she put Beast into a trance But remember how her nose was always in a book, She received taunts from the one who falsely loved her, Hook...
I am free To be what I want to be... I can fight overseas Or even raise bees I can dance or I can sing I might even work for bing But is it really true That I can get a job out of the blue?
On a road to fame... Most people would expect to see shame. Drugs, sex, and violence, stain the lives of the rich and famous. These "idols" inspire us teens to do the same, But really, who is to blame?
My escape, my comfort, the beautiful blue sea.   When I was young, I came to you constantly. We were the best of friends when the sun shined brighter. You kept me cool from all the extreme heat.  
 You Ask Who/ What Am I I am the girl that will chage thousands minds and make the economy green The girl that will makes sure our comuity is a better place to live
There's some people who served for the service/ but come home to nothing not even health service.
You said goodnight to your parents last night they told to go get a good night rest  You were so excited to run that marathon you had been training for, for months, tomorrow 
Waking up is difficult for me That's when the thoughts start Mirrors torment me I don't look like beautiful girls look I am not a size two My hair is a mess My stomach potrudes more than I want
I wouldn't change one thing in the world. Light can not exist without darkness The bad timesare what make the good one worth so much more. Without struggles there would be no way to
If I could borrow a mind,
Determined Warrior                 Pelted by deadlines             Mauled by knowledge             Held accountable for so many
Staring down at my book, I start to fall asleep
That Jungle Fever   We got an issue in America. . . It's called Interracial Dating/
Little kids want to be movie stars and astronauts,I just want to be the difference. The difference between despair and hope,The helping hand you never knew you needed. 
The men over sea are following their dreams, fighting for us and helping us be free. One day my love will go with to join the fight, and I'll be left behind wondering where I belong in the strife.
Ferrari's are red, Suby's are blue,
Throughout days and days  time goes by  you look up to the sky hoping something great.   Praying and trying to achieve dreams and goals while the wind blows the birds fly high.  
Never thought, did you that the change was within us.
Dark clouds roil over dark buildings  and cover the sky
the forest stood proud once lush and greenthe trees armed for battle with needle teethand creatures untamed and unseen  
The world has too many flaws But these flaws only come from us Most people don’t care They don’t think they can make a change But we are greater than politicians We are a family
Literature is as necessary to the mind as oxygen to the body, Reading helps the brain develop and imagination soar. Ranging from an ironic drama to a jocular comedy, Literature has several shapes, sizes and form.  
Winter's late afternoon. Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks, A smile twinkles hiding within the corners of my lips. Lights glow behind the fluff of snow beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
I have never met a woman who told me she thinks she's pretty I don't know if it's because they aren't confident or because they've been trained to think they shouldn't be But either way
Even though you don't love me, the smoke you left behind is choking me. I'm blinded by the gray.   Maybe the worst part is that you left all kinds of scars I couldn't understand.
It was the third grade when he came to us His teeth sticking out and his wagging tail A great addition to the family. Nine years have passed and how he's gotten old. Lumps appeared, spirits high he kept going.
Questionin innocenceNeed tuh cleanse n replenish dis effed up conscience.Hoodie up, arizona n skittles in his pocketsSuspicionLife taken away for foolishness of self defense?
I'm drowning. I hear this everyday, not with words But through their eyes they scream out to me...I'm so alone. They need me, but I am helpless. I will love them, but the battle
I dream of a world without discrimination, Where peace exists and happiness is the definition of life.
So many people tell me that love isn't as important as I think. What do they know about the love that filled my life's missing link? Your love has saved me, in more ways than one.  
You taught me how to be brave.
Drenched in pain and despair
  Roaring of the keys Magical letters of time Forever written
What a deception I see,
Writer’s block, Oh writer’s block, What have I done to thee? Have I spurned your black advance? Belittled your cold ways?
Hi mister  how did you enter my room  my room says girls only at the door so thats why he goes through the window how was your day his cold breath asks . my day was beautiful it snowed , 
Hello little one This is your mommy I know we haven't met yet Just because you are in my tummy
I blame you I blame you for the whiskey not burning more I blame you for the weed not making me forget And for the cuts not bleeding enough I blame you for the good days and the bad days
How easily appearance changes. Through months And months Of procedures. Each month tightened, And loosened, Tightened again. Only to leave my mouth Aching, Headache
We stumble and fumble and fall down the slope, And as we all tumble we cling to our hope, Of the black and the white that's guiding our way, As we navigate through all the shades of gray
You
I drink about you and imagine your hands on mine but the moment your hand left mine forever, my heart broke yet you forgot about me faster then I could say goodbye you were nothing but the devil with the face of an angel
you... yes you, you who has no face  what is your name or is that missing too you remind me of a person that i once  knew  she was fun georgeous and so full of life but time began to change her
Father o father why do you cry?
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
run. run faster. to stop, is to die. you might not cross that finish line.
Look Up And see the  big red building spreading out in front of you like a horizon begging you  to reach out and touch it. Home. And you stand
I keep myself in a notebook under my bed. I think in song. I dream in poems. I believe in incohesive pictures flashing a mile per minute. Like speeding cars on a highway,
Ever wonder what it’s like to stare into the eyes of someone and get lost? Like you’re in a jungle on a dark winter night? Or how about when you’re drowning, and you can’t save yourself;
I wait I sit there and wait as life passes me by Still wishing that it could all be a joke Time heals all wounds is a famous lie You just learn to cope I'm waiting
Taking my new heart, I'll have a fresh start
Lost in my path During all hallows eve, Into the palace of Tartarus. Placed in a twisted game of Hades’,   With the furies and sirens loose and abound. All is to perish by the ends of Gaia.
  I regret nothing out of all of this I swear I would never take a thing back And never have I taken your love for granted In fact, it was my loyalty that had you taken aback…  
Dad
I should hate you I should despise every inch of your soul I should recoil at your mere presence I should be disgusted by every word you direct  Then again What is there to hate
With your smile you dim ten thousand of the universe's brightest stars,
stars
I AM A BOSS!
My life is full of love and care but to say it is perfect ...i don't dare, I can't say i am desperatly sad but the lack of happiness drives me mad, I've been very patient all of these years
                   
Mean teachers. Heavy Books.
I wake up see the challenges of the day They wake up twenty minutes late They see their mom Packed lunch; picked out clothes; prepaid day prepaid way
BLACK By David Harris   So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
Mrs. Right held my essay The one I worked on for days She slashed through it with her bloody sword Declaired my words dead Claimed that they made no sense   What she saw were plain words
My best friend is my radiator. It talks to me on cold days When it's working so hard to heat our little apartment. It likes to hiss and pop and gurgle When I play it music on my guitar.
Talked down in subordinance voices not heard or uplifted The voice in the classroom is wise but have they not heard us yet the voice is laced with age intelligence, refined with philosophy
If I had a dime for every time I've head a student say, "I could have just stayed home from school today," I could pay for my college tuition.   And I always used to wonder how
welcome to hell. it is also sometimes known as high school.      
We shall overcome one day, Are the words that the leaders use to say, God Let us have justice is what they'd pray, Please let the pain and suffering go away.   Now the people recite those words no longer,
I hate my father so much. For being a jackass and such. His attitude brings out the anger out of me, yet his attitude has been passed down through the family tree, and it has unfortunately been passed down to me.
Every day at school starts out with the same thing.
Dear Public Education, I understand intensions, schoolbook implications, rubrics of attainment and months of memorizations.    It is all hearty facts, here some and then gone.
You just need to last until the break  cramming for your GPA's sake  You twitch and you cringe and you tweak and crack and you break and you freak You learn for the moment, not for retention
the flourescent lightson her iridescent skinreveal the railroad tracksof her train with no brakes"all aboard," the ageless conductor criesshe climbs in.
The seed sits in the field thristy for water begging for sun light A drop of water moists into dry skin softens its body another drop falls                    followed by another
You tell us to be ourselves,
Why? Why do we discriminate our own kind? It's a color in the publics eye.
We don't learn about the beatings that occur outside the classroom, or the one's who are dying inside because of verbal abuse. You see it as unimportant, you see it as a muse because it's not happening to you.
Inside the classroom no homework should be had
Thousands of girls lay on the beach, I run through the fields. I smell the sweet grass, as the golden fields draw me in and hug me close.   While they lay sticky with sweat, in a crowded beach,
I am here.
I said I got to keep my head above water - James harden in OKC bring me off the clutch time in the 4th quarter - Its funny nowadays how people don’t want you to make - nothi
Walking slowly into the bright white hospital, My hands trembling to see him. The strong smell of latex and cleanser surrounds me. An old, fragile man sitting in a chair; No muscle or color to his face.
I don't want you to turn out like your brother, It's a little late for that, we have the same color eyes. Stop being so dependent on me, your sixteen now. Alright, I'll move out as soon as I turn eighteen.
Cans in plastic bags Bags in scrapheap This planet sags Sags from weeping   We made the earth a garbage can Don't let it become a wasteland 
She's happy then she's sad. Annoying comments make her mad. Never ending lies hurt heart, Never ending fights shove a dart So deep her face starts not to care What others speak, What others share.
The adolescent flair once abandoned Now is the critically acclaimed charm In the Fantasty Castle Occupied via a more deserving owner.   So why did I attempt to perform ethically
  STOP! STOP! STOP! Good riddance, why am I stopping? Just stop. Oh, please. If you must, don’t be too specific. Now if you would excuse me for a moment as I continue ‘undisrupted’ ..
I'm getting a zero because I didn't do my homework? Oh, and that zero is going to bring my grade down three points? Okay. Yeah, it's my fault for not turning it in. I'm sorry.  
You turn me on.Is that how it works?Flipped on and offLike a light switch.That easy.But wait,Isn't my switchSupposed to be taped down?In our sexual society
You learn it.You earn it.You give it. Or that's the way life is supposed to go, anyway. Take a look around this classroom.Do you see it?I sure as hell don't.
You're my English teacher, not my father. You say that you're trying to help but please, don't even bother. You have good intentions I must say. But that attitude, at the door it must stay.
Some people don’t know that there is a pain that never ends.
The struggle is real. That is a sentence that is all too familiar. It isn't some joke to me. It's what used to define me. When you grow up in a Christian household, you expect life to be easy.
With words you fight, No better than a bully. You shove with the pretense of learning, You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
Emotionless words Syllables and thirds The poet never hurt The reader never heard The world still turned The world still burned. Dearest Camilla I will take my leave If three days go by
Work, sweat and sometimes cry, deadlines are coming and the only thing not stopping is time. Submit your work and close your eyes.   Take a deep breath and feel like you made it.
Judy It’s been two years And time has flown A time for tears And now I’m grown   Empty inside
Peel the mask off. No one is fooled. You claim a Savior, but you're in charge of this school?   Show us your face. Let us all see. Are you even real? Could you show that to me?  
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman. How dare you take advantage of a young child. She was innocent, sweet and mild. Just because of her race you stood there Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
When it is between white and color it's all over the news, But when its black against black it gets no views! This is normal just like sinners behind pews. How is the stench of dead boys on the streets nothing new?
My heart is split into two Between I can continue and the other I would be shunned Cast out, A pariah. I don't have the callus for such ignorant human beings.
Why do you give us so much homework? I learn better in class so stop being an ass im sorry for my language actually im not i know im being a snot but listen hear 
I truly don’t enjoy being talked at Almost as though I’m not in the room When a professor begins a lesson I wish for class to end so soon
Slice  drip  slice  drop   a pattern i wont soon repeat something inside me changed one day, my thoughts held a fog over them.  It made it diffulct to see slice drip  slice 
My own mind is playing tricks on me. Im able to concetrate, function in school & even maintain my social life
Hit the road hard and fast all i wanna do is drive fast  you know me well you think ill fail and come running back to you you want to see me fail , to be there to tell me you were right and i was wrong
Back and forth the currents sway/ the way is soon upon us/ The finish so near yet/ all around me has happened thus far/ the tyranny of the lights ever glimmering/ ever blazing/ the people in the trek/ some dying some fading/ For what cause be such
Some walk in all nervous Some walk in all strong I came here for a purpose To show that I belong   The podium is mine to own
You know that couple. The one that is always together And he would do anything that she asked. Their sugared embraces, Their striking stares.   But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
Popularity is our aim. Potential fame is our game. Being the best, forgetting the rest. Who needs the loyal friends.    We flock like birds. Orignality blown away in the wind.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
How shall your pupils learn if you don't teach? Though expectations encourage effort, Effort is hard to obtain when one has Surely failed to meet said expectations.   One may wonder why the willingness has
      A friend was once given some doughnut seeds to spread joy wherever she went. But each one she planted and watered and loved
You spend 6 hours a day with us teaching us and pushing us but never in a  rush showing us some of the greatest people like Fredrick Douglas   its always great to have some one who believes in me
Through years of experience I have learn that people may sometimes forget what you have said to them in the past, They may forget what you did, But one thing that I can asure is that they will never forget how you made them feel,
Dear Diary, I'm. Mad. No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
Do you remember watching the stem grow? The evergreen leaves stretching out longer-each and every day. Do you remember seeing the day she was born? This beautiful pink flower That just emerged from the ground every so slightly.
I'm not a writer, I just think a lot.  In a world so crossed and diverse ideas arise and many a times people get lost.  How can we find our way back?
Why so much? Can't you see i hate it!Homework here, homework there And you don't even bother to grade it.This is stupid why should we do it?Look at all the extra work and there's nothing really to it,So common let's admit that you don't even like
At first the word depression Doesn't belong to you Your mother writes-off your self-destruction As over-dramatics, you're too young To be broken You don't deserve a real diagnosis
   Always sad and never gleaming Very quiet, my head is screaming Never content with my body, ever I wish I could lose weight with the pull of a lever  Dreaming for perfection, need to be a 'Heather' 
Lost in the shadows, Confined to monotony, Oh, what a curse! What’s worse, there are things to be “learned” in this paralyzing prison. “Learned?”, you may ask? Yes, “learned.”. For learning should be fun,
A world without light, Without literature. This "world" is not that, not a "world" at all.   A Hell.   With writing comes education. With education illumination. With illumination,
No, I am not crying over a boy. No, I am not just a bit stressed. No, I am not just being a teenager.   Yes, I know I am shaking. Yes, this has happened before. Yes, I want you to leave me alone.
I just came to high school,  young and confused, I was new to high school,  needing something to do.    When I came to high school,  I joined the band,  I learned to march trumpet, 
If only I could sleepinstead, my hand crampswith the terrified mindof a hurt museand prose falls forthfrom soul to penand closes a Pandora's Box without hopefor small moments more
I am living a lie. There is a terrible, hungry beast inside me, Ravaging my organs, Scorching my soul. I cannot escape it, It is eating me from within, Because I am the beast!
It's incredible really. How two fucked up people, from a shit town can end up planting flowers  inside each other's wrists and growing a whole different atmosphere.  
Don't smile until Christmas. Those who can't "do" teach.  It doesn't matter what you do.  The world is going downhill anyway. Kids just don't care.  
I loved you so much I hid everything to make you smile. Well, not everything -  just the things that would make you give me that look like I'm the Starbucks Coffee you hate
I've never gotten in troubleFor being on my phoneBecause most of the things they taughtI had already known.
Not everyone is perfect, okay, Even if the think of themself that way, And although teachers wish it weren't true, They abide by the rules too, So here is a list I'll give you to try,
    A man brought me into this world and left me. The woman of courage brought me up; my mother. She has given me the courage to succeed. Dad where were you when I needed you.
It may be true that you and I Are not so different after all Teachers, students, see eye to eye Despite our disparities, let words enthrall   Caught amidst the social norms
  You who slump ignored, and cry Eyes of greed and of disgrace,   Stay always under watchful eyes Lenses of the human race.   No action yours can go unseen.
we spend about an hour with them everydayoh the things we wish we could say some of us want to vent and befriend 'emothers want to whack them with their pen oh the things we wish we could say
Your hearts entwined, Your lives combined, You live for each other. From each pair of eyes, I see the look of intense delight.   On the surface, and underneath, You're the perfect couple,
Hey miss I have a question now I see class is in section but I have to ask what the point of this useless evaluation so we can tell the nation that I have no patience for your evaluation about the study of creation so we I dont the the patients si
Education is the key to success The mind is the metal of the key It can be easily inscribed Some rusted and hard With the right materials
Don’t look at me like you expect something great. I’m tired of being called perfect. I’m tired of pretending your right. I am not perfect.   And don’t you dare tell me otherwise, Because I despise
I once was a teacher. years after the fact. I grew up clueless. with no clue to react. now I found some power, with the words that i spoke. it was time to teach a lesson, stimulate asleep brains to awoke.
The Door bell rings "who is it" no reply, again it resounds still no reply Annoyed legs stomp aaway, opportunity was knocking,  I did not open the door
Love is like a river, that flows into an ocean. It's filled with many creatures, some better than others. But you'll never know what's out there until you go explore.  
The briny breathes of the Humber welcomed my parents to the its shores, and left their cheeks flushed along with their hair unkempt.
What is the lesson they intend to instill? Pretending to move forward in our best intent But watch, back they run, now slipping and sliding Forgetting all about promises made  To be one nation under God 
Your luminous light grazes fragile trees. A precious light, so pure; one of a kind. Across my knees I feel the gentle breeze, Just like all the thoughts flowing in my mind.
This room is dark cold and decay the life I live is but a mirror today   They all view the happy me but they dont know
Burning hot rays, skins of children stinging Humid damp air, people left in despair Sweat and heat is all the summer's bringing Shine down oh sun, scorching rays, so unfair  
Stop Why Because you have yet to realize That my potential inside Isn’t to write In me is the power to fight But without a doubt Inside and out I forced a change to go around
Every night it's the same hopeless dream Every day you can't stand the writhing pain No one understands what you go through No one understands the inconveniences it brings
This breathing box, this imprisoning womb, Is my vision’s tomb. Birthing lineal contours, knives that cut ingenuity, Patriarchal forms, notions, popular standards strangle voice within a vast continuity.  
  Time rewind my past tracks,  As I hurtle towards the future.   I feel the need to fix the beat, When I cannot refuse it.   Limitations are a key confliction, Being quiet restricting,
She washes away I see her wasting away I try to catch her, But I know she's gone It eats away at her body, day by day I can't help know she feels alone "WHY!?" I scream No one answers me
The glassy smooth water of early morning was gradually changing.The lake was waking up and so was I.The waves, now creeping up the beach, marked the start of another day of hard work.The small house was a fixer-upper located right on the shore of
in the lonely republic, a little white girl puts pink and red ribbons on her dark skin barbie, the one she hides from her mother.
Ashes fall down; coating the battlefield. Injuries were inflicted here; never to be healed. Tears descend like rain; illustrating endless sorrow. So many lost; some today, more tomorrow.  
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets. But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
I have a bad habit of developingbad habits.
    My elephant Sam grew a mustache It was my birthday wish My mommy said wishes don’t come true But mine was special because mine did   The other year he had an afro
The name calling. The pointing. The laughing.   It's a burden I quietly bear. I see it happen to other students Every. Single. Day.   You're fat, You're ugly,
I'm a puppet, controlled by what I feel is Wrong. That won't work, my mind says. That is not a career.   What is a career? To assume I won't be happy under the Stage Lights
It's referred to as "laxation" by the people of the lacrosse nation. You can thank the North American Indians for the creation. The game is completed in an hour's duration with the occasional hesitation and aggravation.
The day is bright but there is no lightYou wonder how this could beIf you were meYou could surely seeThe beauty infront of me
What if I told youThe things that you say,The jokes that you tell,The pranks that you play,All those things really hurt me today. That girl in the front,The one with the money;Her words for youAre sweet like honey.She’s your favorite,She’s the bes
Walking out into the night, I see a quite familiar sight, that of a man and his dog, that of a man taking a jog.   Walking on my way to school, I see something realy cool,
I gave you my heart,  I gave you my all, You threw it away, And watched me fall, How could you treat me like this, Causing me to feel so empty and alone, Was it all a lie from the start?
Homework... Huh, now that's a funny word. Oh wait, no it isn't, that was really quite absurd. They swear it's in our best intentions, and they insist we must go on, but what good can come from something
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty) My name is infamous To strike fear in a southern voice. They had my number- Free to call, But chose the wrong choice. Date after date-
It’s been 12 yearsOf chores, work and sweat.We didn’t ask for itBut overall it was okay. We meet peopleSome were horribleSome were greatBut overall they were okay.
Stuff you can’t say to your teacher   To my former school I have some words for you Ten years of teaching me
On the outside i am calm and cool. i look like nothing will phase me.  I walk the halls think one step in front of the other. on the inside iam a little kid  crying out  only no one is their to hear 
We see one another everyday, and your talk is so condescending. Maybe it's because I don't have that look The look of your kind I get it. It's "God's Will" We don't see eye to eye because of our polar views
My house is like a circus party,  But a little crazy for me,  Come right in, and right this way, Why don't you come and see? You see the lion and it's tamer? Performing tricks and all of that?
Everybody knows my name But ignores me just the same To most I’m just a nerd My social skills absurd   I’m where to go for help A whale among the kelp My work is nearly flawless
Do the dying know that they are the dying? I mean those who aren’t terminally ill with ‘best before’ dates stamped on their bodies. Those who can’t schedule their own funerals,
Being a teacher for the day I would get more done I would let the students teach I would make the class room fun Every once in a while I would give them a test With the answers on the board
You would think by now Wait no, you should know by now I should leave Leave it all Wait, that just isn't right either Can I ask a question? I just did huh? And there I go again  S-C-H-O-O-L
A blank stare glazes over the educators face Can she see that we are all dreadfully lost? Young, helpless, lame sheep with no guidance We cry out in unison Our inquires fall on deaf, dumb ears
It’s hard for me to honor a flag when I think about the way cops treated my Dad It’s insane that we honor a flag after all the hardships that our people had We Scream God Bless America but is America Blessing us?
We are students  Some of us fail Some misunderstood Some prosper Some are just late bloomers   You find yourself Your crowd Your personality Your soul  
Your eyes are red and dark from all theworrying that you have done. I can see the hardenign of your heart, from all the battles you have never won. I would like to make you happy, but that is all I ever do.
America, America,Land of the free.Boast it all around the world.Equal opportunity. America, America,What does it mean to be free?Tell it to the poor womanwho sits right beside me.
If home is where the heart is,               In a home they teach you things,                                          Then I am out of place,                        You taught me some things,
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”and sell my soul to it’s stars and stripes.And to the glory it all withholds.To a nation of spinning clockwork,Perfectly intertwined, two faced,and brainwashed as the injustices
ink flows freely from a pen that paper can do naught but reject   reflect   direct   ink stutters, smears antagonized by frustration   self-flagellation
The Education   I've got trouble in math, Flinging me down the wrong flight path. Science isn't easy, It's equations leave me queasy. Just give me a test, So I can get rid of the rest.
I am a number. A total which defines me. It says whether I am brilliant or remedial, whether I am present or absent, whether I ascend or decline. A statistic amongst the world. Numbers do not feel.
I know you're a grad studentand you already learned the materialbut clearly you cannot teach itand I want to learn it too
What the hell are you saying? That I don't have a heart You foolish thing I'm sorry I don't have time Come back later when I care What the hell am I hearing? You're so sorry you broke my heart?
I have a life, you know, outside of school,  in the real world.   My life is not just your class. I have other classes art, government, physics, math,  piano, english, and economics.  
I am but a part of something ...                                      something BIGGER                                           something better                                           something darker
Loving a convict is hard they say staying withen here is a price to pay its loving her with no one to hold while being young and seeing old its letting her write her love for you you write her back
Jumping to conclusions And reading into silly things Letting my head get the best of me    Listening to delusions And finding a way to deny things Forbidding your love to be the key 
I see my sister Innocence Red hair, blue eyes Ignorance A toothless mile Living bliss Give her tiny cheek a kiss I see my mother Belligerence Blonde hair, green eyes
Polaris...so very far awayI see your powerful glimmering greatness shining from the celestial sky.I long to reach and touch the spherical fire burning inside. -----
Wish I was colorblind Differences weren't relevant  Soon as I was to find A dog is not an elephant   But what about the hurt so important color sep'rating whites from dirt
Eating rosebuds my cheeks start to flush the once translucent skin becomes the rouge that victorian women pinch their cheeks for. lovely lace falls on ashen skin and it drags across violet fields
i find myself in the 36 scattered people yet they seem half asleep as if I had met them in a dream   i searched and i searched for the place that I called home but
My brother Make your legacy live in history The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities, And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters you see..
Senior year, such a joyful time You think you have everything under control but you don't know why Scholarships are up and you just hope you get one because putting the stress on your parents just might kill them
  here I’m insane there I’m even more insane because I could be sane which is strange because  I usually can’t be sane while surrounded by too many people
I am not a girl Who loses her head over- Some boy- who smiles at her-                just                      so. You caught me by suprise An emotional accident, anomaly
Hidden in the shadows Far from where it can taint Your perfect peace and joy With the truth that is reality   You do not want to see it Because you fear that what you have Is only an illusion
  Time spinning down Lost in the middle round The tears puddle for a pound And they taste like salted sand   The loss feels like we’ve won When the speeches are all done
To my perfect summer as it comes to an end,and back to the school that I attend.This is a summer that I will miss,because it brought me so much bliss.From the friends' I've made and the things I did,
Mommy Dearest you will always beMy mother so loving and so loved by meFor God has taken you to be by his sideNow in Heaven is where you will reside
We as a people are capable of so much We must use each other as a clutch We as a people must rise to the majestic heights So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight  
Remember that time? When we swore we were perfect Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections Barely leaving any space between us to take in the recollections.
  I have been in school for thirteen years. Why stop now? Why end here, and leave my peers? It seems to me I still have  much to learn. About people, places, and talents I've earned.  
when our faces were close and our mouths stillclumsyyour broken tooth always reminded me that I wasalive.and now I hear you are getting your front-right-tooth filled in because