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Papers stuffed neatly into their respective folders,            Textbook clenched tightly against my side, I turn to face the dawn.             My mother stands against the light.
Her mind is filled with the screams of the damned Roaring over the cracking Tearing Ripping Of the sky The pounding beat steady Louder Louder Louder Gutteral cries Deep down
It was him who found me. The giant with the calloused palms I was simply a form Clumsy in my gargantuan new body Horns piercing from my back;
a silver paintbrush runs along a soft canvas leaving red waves in its wake trading in  pain for euphoric numbness chasing away the voices with an artistic flair when the sun rises the canvas is hidden 
Image by Belinda Capol   I am terrified that one day I will wake up and you will be gone. it will all be a dream and she’ll be there, her hair tied up staring at a screen
Why can I never find words on my tongue? They lay curled up in my palms instead, leaking into the ink of pens or clutched in fists like painkillers or sleeping pills.   The voice in my head constructed
You were my present tense And supposedly my future tense Everything seemed fine Until errors were made Now all you ever are Is my past tense
Oh, Oh how they wilt as the sun goes down. There beautiful yellow almost turning brown. As they climb the mountain to reach the sun, the rain washes them down and Oh how they cry. The blue sky turns dark.
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
She looked in my eyes and asked me, "What other things have you said before me?"Darling, where do I even begin?
I don’t talk a lot At first And I hope that that’s okay But once I know your warmth And feel safe letting words escape When I know they and I don’t annoy you Then I’ll tell you
Don't let me fall, I'm already on the edgetrying to lean backwards,but the wind blew and blewI don't want to tumbleI don't want to loseBut I just can't help it,the wind is blowing me to you
never ever will i write a poem that i need to put away and get out later i like the flow of the sink and the faucet of my thoughts that at the granite of my pencil, the faucet can churn a powerful stream of water
My house is covered in gasoline and I'm holding a burning match just waiting to be dropped. I let it fall and watch my house as it blows up in front of me. See I had the key.
Slipping under the guards of yellow tape, that warns "stay away," burying myself into clouds and space. Locked into this haven, reserved only for my soul,  
Anyone who's been on a roller coaster can tell you, there are ups and downs and loops and twists. For the thrill-seekers, it's a rush but for the fearful, the worst part is knowing that
Poetry found mewhere darkness embodied my soul.When all my bad deeds refused to allow me to seek forgiveness,Poetry found me.
You stuck to me Like how Dandelions stick to wool You tangled me into your heart Like Earphones You opened me up willingly
It’s all so cold lost and lonely, veiled by frost- be quiet, I’m told never speak up, no cost never any loss-
The breeze is a seasonal fling, A swagger that comes by surprise, Swooning my entire existence An invisible veil inviting me to come unto it To embrace what it has embraced on many
i cant let this break me. i cant let this stop me from being who i want to be. i have to keep moving forward even if my heart is stabbing my chest like sharp pieces of glass. i have to pull myself along even if my lungs are filled with fire.
  I make ruins of what was already shambled; I trample over the brain of a once great village. The heart of the city I, grit my teeth at, push my body down among the people.
Tell her that you can't promise that you'll remember her favorite color- but that you'll remember the experiences you've had together   tell her that you will always remember  the butterflies you got whenevr she was around
It baffles me daily: how we insist That we sustain on food, water, and air. Birds have as much; yet from us they desist. Money's our answer, if there's plenty spared.
Words like knives. Spoke like rain. Everything he said drove me insane. Lips like cherries.Tongue like viper. Everything I said, shot down, sniper.
"Would you consider yourself to be a fighter?" A fiesty, runty, redhead I was. From the day hair sprouted on the top of my head to the day I shook my principal's hand and recieved my diploma.
Ink runs across a
The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light
She Is The Sun
An orb of light Shrouded in a mist of darkness How it calls to me
I see the burning of the sky tonight, hues of orange to light, fades of blue; dark overcast, overnight, I tame sight. Lion in the sky roars to lay a mark; Seeing the heavenly fire creeping forward,
I like to think of you as the ocean sometimes.  
Steel rafts of ocean hands             Pearl into icy depths             Piercing through its smooth skin             Breaking the shocks of energy             Through thick blue
I'm a single celled human bodied organism. I'm a dead man living,
  You are the Lion, Strong and Quiet in the grasslands. I am the Gazelle, Graceful and Swift alone by the water.      “Our safari of hearts”   I know you're hiding somewhere in distance.
Cause its still a one sided coin for you, its heads you win, tails I lose. Oh its nothing but 50/50, she's not thinkin' bout all that probablitlity, prah- bah- blee. Too smart for that, I doubt she recognizes the trap.
Love letters to no one: the weed
Behind the grasses, I hear the running footsteps of my prey As I watch, I analyze its movements, gestures, and expression I stare with hunger, and drool with anticipation of its death
I can smile and look at everythingTwisting a strand of hair with my finger,A childish expression i wear to pass the time. Until then I am wasting my time skipping and stepping on broken leaves,My toes growing numb from the water soaking into my sh
  Love is so complex In the way it functions Believing, not believing Making your own assumptions.   Takes a toll on your heart As crazy as it sounds, Breaking moral piece by piece
Inside my soul it cries and wails, I keep it trapped, for the key is mine. Until the cage, from my own hands, at long last falls and fails. Nobody can comprehend that museful flower,
Lust is a powerful, temporary, body of emotion, It isn't spoken of until we're olden-ed, A mere fragment of love, not enough to trust, Unlike love it's used on everyone for fun,
If it weren’t for nature I wouldn’t have your arms that crash into me like the roaring waves in the ocean and I wouldn’t be the rocky shore that admittedly accepts you.
Their words, all their words were Satan Every thing a sin. Call mighty triumphs Did He give you sight? Or tell you only words were of use? I see now.. He cut off your hands
Bullies Drive people away. Give them a ride home And drop them off at a dead End. Disregard stop signs. Pass on a double-yellow And don't stop when they say "When."
Let me be a poem, For one spare moment. Let me be a poem and see what they see, Hear what they hear,
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
Being in love is like Being on cloud nine is like Lemon drops and gum drops is like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is like Every kid’s dream come true is like Disney keeps on inspiring is like
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