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It started with a plastic castle from Fisher-Price. With little plastic knights, and a wizard, and a dragon, and a princess.
Us boys would play with it for hours. Greg would always be the black knight who saved the day.
When I die
Grind my bones and ash
To a fine powder
Then dye the powder any colors that will make you smile again
And make me art
Make me a sculpture
A mosaic
A color-filled bottle
I was there when you built your garden
I helped you pick what plants to grow
I held your hand when you spoke of the harvest and all the meals we would share.
Sunday afternoon in the middle of August. Sun lounging high in the sky.
A cloudy menagerie decorates her home.
I walk down to the river
Hear the boats passing by
A roar of engines and water
“Drum Major, is your band ready?”
A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium,
I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the judges and the crowd, and out of me shouts the words,
When the rain falls on to the asphalt
And petrichor smells erupt,
I'll remember the cloudy days spent in my room,
My mind full of inspirations and ambition
To create a beautiful painting.
I'm the helper.
Thats the role I play in society.
I'm the type of person who puts others before herself,
Who keeps the peace,
Who meets others expectations,
Never be afraid to turn away from the past.Never be afraid to burn the bridges.Some people can only grow once their roots are nothing but ashes.Like a pine sapling after a raging wildfire.
I know why the willow grows.
It grows for a life it yearns to know.
It grows for you. It grows for me.
It grows so tall for all to see.
The willow grows because it can
because no one told it that it can’t.
Picking sunflowers under crisp skies,Chasing butterflies with crinkled eyes,
Freedom ringing and stars aligned,
Being young was a delight.
Blossoming was subconscious and slow,
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
When my toes finally poked through
Those converse sneakers from 8th grade
And my shirts got a bit too tight
When the boys stopped wanting to play ball
And the girls just wanted to fight
Protection
It's what I grew up knowing I had
What would happen when all that went bad
Took two seconds
Was that not enough?
Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough
Fear is love.
It follows you everywhere,
Growing massive.
Having to let go of fear.
That ambitious task.
Your addiction to love is fear,
Our connection together is fear,
To win my heart, cross my roads To get my love, you knock my doors Let's to start, to earn cruise To build a nest within love rose Adore you much, looking forward To keep in touch, even one word Eager to fly, to reach sward Where your f
Lonely cage
lonely world
lonely someone
lonely girl
the hunter spotted
his naive prey
he lick his chops
and makes his way
“because I love you”, he says with a grin
Jennifer Brown
10/9/18
Grow
From a little seed i grow
you let the water flow.
I'm not sure why you picked a seed like me
I saw you today.
You sat there and laughed.
I was near certain
That I was going mad.
I watched you sit there,
With a laugh and a smile.
I nearly started crying.
Haven't seen them in a while.
Listen, kid.
What I'm about to say is important, so put the book down for once.
I know you don't like looking people in the eye when they're talking to you, and neither do I.
Kids divagate
Because they don't know direction of life
Young-adults developed
To find the direction of life
Adult discharge
Because they know the direction of life
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
I knew it when I first saw you,
Though we were much younger then,
That you were special, you were meant to find me,
That I loved you.
The beginning was not easy,
We were young and irresponsible,
It requires caring, like love needs honesty to grow.
We are the seeds of love which need to sprout
But only with the right tools, will it flourish and go about.
Soil is how a rose gets nourished
Wake up! Cling to the hours of the day,
You're going to wish you had laid
Down sooner, before the sun said hello.
Pace, faster, keep from running disaster,
You're final goals you're after,
I tuck my sadness into bed
Maybe when I wake up,
Things won’t be so bad
Don’t turn back
Don’t forgive me
While I feel that we should remember the past
learn from it
mourn it
grow from it
No one else remembers how.
So we drown
Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.
Next time you see me, I may look the same
The same short blonde hair framing a pale face
The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses
But don’t be fooled
Each morning starts with a spark
“Thank-you” as each foot steps onto the floor
Remembering that days are better
Starting with gratitude
My lips temble and shake.
Every word I try to stip out dies at my lips, or tumbles out in a broken and hollow way.
Words can't ever reflect how I feel, and how I feel is empty.
I try so hard to soak in sunlight.
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their constellations, and disagree on the faulty moon craters.
White. Just write. On the blank pages. Your life. A story not yet written in stone. They make erasers for a reason. But you wrote in pen. Forget him. While you're begging for him, you're forgetting yourself. Dry your tears.
You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat flew around. As I sold you secrets by the pound.
My heart was a sacred garden. Your stare was the rich soil. Nurturing kisses became the water. Your voice was my everlasting sunshine. My lilacs began blooming into purple rays. Illuminating. Glowing. Weeping. Falling.
Have you ever sat there,
In the ice rain to watch
The droplets crash into the barren ground?
The destruction of their perfect form,
Beautiful and sad.
Have you ever sat there
I walk into the library, but I do not read.I make lists and lists for someone else to read.They may read it on time, or they may read it late.Am I a student or a teacher? I walk into the classroom, ready to learn.But sometimes I don't.I carry pape
When I grow upI want to be a programmerNot just any kindI want to write video gamesMake a character run or jumpMake a gun fireRemoving bugsGetting feedbackMaking changes
I am a Seed
Wanting
Longing to be watered, so I can spread my roots into the ground
Wanting
To be able to dig deep down and build a path towards my own success
I am a Seedling
Visualizng
With each passing second I am never the same person I was moments before.
Deep in a forest
Where the wind blows
Lives the grass,
the trees and grow.
They strive off of life
And they know what is right
Here is where the wind blows
And the trees and grass grow.
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear.
I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips.
The Wander is free.
my father met my mother on the train tracksleading out of Hackensack, New Jersey. she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.
You will eventually grow
Even if it is really slow
With this experience you will have learned
All the fears will be overturned
Get to walking
Not a lot of talking
Around these students, education roams
The most connected of all domes
Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
A bird cannot leave the nest
Without first learning to fly
A parachute without hot air
Will never reach the sky.
A rocket without fuel
Will miss it's chance to meet the moon
Who Am I...
I am hopes and dreams
The visions of things
That people wish to see
But may never be
Because everyone wants, but no one tries
And with no effort, all hope dies
You have to love me for who I become
what I create, what I say, what I see,
what I give, not what I take.
You cannot love me for what I need
what I want, what I’ve been given.
Numerous giants stand straight and tall
While ignorant mortals to and fro run
The sun will soon hide its glorious light
From a city that is much too busy
Yet superficial stars will still glow
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib
Observing the sunlight peering through my window
Two little caterpillars sit on a stone
Scurrying and hurrying into the unknown.
They part separate ways and say their goodbyes,
Venturing towards a lurking surprise.
Eating their veggies with water to drink,
The lies are all around, foundations piled up
This appearance, a reality we choose to keep
We’re shutting her out, “improving” on what was made
Ripping pieces up, suffocating her
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
Miss Doctor Professor Mrs. Teacher Mister,
Can I show you how much your class means to me
20 years from now?
Let me get up and walk out the door
Because every second that hangs himself, by his big red hand,
from being five pounds, with chinky brown eyes beset my brows, and being the size that one could hold in their palm,
the constant boohooing, throwing up, setting my teeth in your flesh, or merely kicking and screaming...
Every year;
You'll grow one year older.
You'll be more mature;
And you'll be much bolder.
There is a special time;
In every person's life;
To experience something new;
I am more than what’s between my legs.
But you’ll never see that because you seem to live there.
Just like every other boy that has walked in and out my life.
Notice I said “boy"
Be yourself, be who you want to be, need to be, love to be. its whats inside of you growing, needing to sprout, be alive, come alive and show everybody who you really are.
when i get tired (this feeling of lonliness)
i close my eyes (come meet me)
i walk through my dimly lit mind (everything is empty)
and i begin to pray (there you are)
The Little Astronaut
The sorbet horizon slowly faded away
Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
Kindness, integrity and respect
With the heart of shear compassion and determination
Giving up will never be an option
But failing will not be shameful
The conversation in my mind is like the round of applause
that rang after your favorite band played that summer.
Spirited and wracked with resolution, except in my mind,
in strands of complicated arguments.
The skin
that I am in
is my own
For it is something that
I could never loan
It is the bark on my bones
the shell on my back
It is the canvas of life
for the voice that I lack
Poems stalk through the crowd to where they can be soft to the ear,
But somehow the words are very clear
And cleverly placed to where each syllable has a purpose.
It resonates deep within.
Words spill onto the paper from my pen.
Words that shape and create new realities.
All our secrets here lay bare.
Truth made plain in black-and-white.
Here there is no maybe.
Here everyone is free.
Somebody once handed me a flyer.
It read
“YOU EXIST”
The aftertaste of such an idea
lasted long beyond the introduction
Existence.
A vibrating silhouette of an idea
Little stream through the woods
How sad and lonely you must be
Tired too though many can’t see
You fight and fight to make it through
And one day when you finally do
In the big ocean you will be
Things keep moving forward.
I'm not ready, I'm not grown,
I still feel like a child.
But i have to move on, have to move up,
Or they will leave me behind.
Do you know?
That little people grow.
I was never told,
For no one was so bold,
Of those among my foe.
The skies darken
And around me
The pressure builds
With a burst, I feel
The first fat drops
Of rain as they begin to
Fall
Questioning my little love
The touch that lifts my fingerprints
Nails extend into a point
To grab towards a silent look
And fasten on the bending lines
When I’ve let you in
We can't wait for it to get here, but when it's here it quickly goes away.
Reality smacks us in the face when we realize we can't hold on to it.
I have been through...
the innocents
the confused feeling
the love
the lies
the let down
the wishful thinking
the love
the safe feeling
the heart break
the sleepless nights
You can't live without love if you've loved,
and if love should ever leave,
the Heart, unyielding to the Mind's pressing,
yearns, and comes to settle for a counterfeit.
I hold on to pain
From which nothing is gained
Remembering times
When I was trampled down
Down into the ground
Beneath the soil where the bugs lay
Instead of rot, I sought reality
Falling down, the fiery leaves
plummet to a cold rigid Earth.
How time goes so fast, it soars.
A gust of wind brings them home,
to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
