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It's cold I'm frustrated Thinking of quitting Yet, he's my stronghold Take a deep breath Examine the scene Hold it all in It's not life or death
The scratchy stubble and broken dress straps she's sent plummeting, my Cinderella The sorrow and shame spliter her like cracks Crimson stains the backs of the angel's hands
He looked like an angel sent from above With those sparkling eyes,he seemed the true face of love He was so wild but he had a beating heart His savage way to live was like an only art
Your body is your temple Sweetie, to yourself you don't have to lie All bodies are beautiful
I won’t walk away or look down. I’m not selfish like those other girls, I can take a compliment. How else would I know how good I look. If you weren’t there who would I smile for? I mean,
Dear mentor, I will forever be thankful to thee For the wisdom you have imparted to me. Many things are not equal in life But everyone gets the same 24 hours a day. None of which we will ever get back
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 Sally, i woke up to see your messages offline not sure of what was wrong or what i have done i read through the lines to see what i have missed my visions became blurry as my tears drifted into a well of hurt
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She is So wild and deep, The forests and oceans, Would be envious of her if, They knew.
Once upon a time… There was a mother duck Who laid some eggs But was out of luck For when one egg hatched It was a shock
Alone and lost Not even a memory A seed not mature To understand its ability A child A baby A blank soul in space Who am I? Where did I come from?
We’ve been here before, why this place again. We built it back up when we went there again. Yes, we went there again.
Today, it finally hit me; that moment of realization. I remember the days in my life that were so horrible and low. I remembered the moment, but not the feeling.
I’m different now. I find myself searching for the peace I used to have The peace that was given to me The peace that surpassed understanding. I find myself struggling to find optimism
Who am I? I know who you want me to be, but that's not the person I see. When I look at you, my heart is finally happy. i am a daughter, a sister, and a friend.
I remove the bright blue pen from my hand Which is now covered in abstract shapes and doodles The art I had just created somehow makes me feel complete As I remember what my mother had nagged me about ink poisoning
I can spill my guts by only ever spilling ink.Slicing through the paper with a pen,it's the kind of permanancy everyone wishes for.A spontaneous tattoo in the binds of a notebook.
So so crazy how one question got me tripping... Em but it ain't too bad... So so no need for the sipping... Nonetheless I wouldn't mind having Tequila... On Tuesdays... 3 dolla holla for Margaritas...
Literature is My Cover Up
I sit by myself and think Who am I? It should be easy to define. A solid definition that is mine but the honest truth is that cannot be because there are several words that
I am the light to my world that hides in darkness I am not a quicker, I keep pushing forward I am trying to be a better person today than I was yesterday and could be tomorrow
There were just a few tears that come down There was a storm. . . A never ending, Silent storm . . . It's Ironic because there's a storm outside right now There was some hail as well, beating at the windows
I am flawed, I am different, I am moody, I am normal.
My days aren't always great, but when they are, it's very sunny. Sometimes I may run late and have to hop to it like a bunny. But boy you should know that my life is crazy awesome
How is it that all of us poets live separate lives, never meeting, never speaking, never working together, yet our voices are so similar? The way we all write, there is something that unites us,
Today I decided to show a little more skin, to feel a bit more sexier, to show off my womanly features that belong to MY body. So help me if I so happen to become a victim of violation, harrassment or dare I say, rape.
ME, I am Play-doh ME, malleable, capable of being anything imaginable ME, smelling of youth, glee, and a Crayola crayon ME, tasting salty from hard work and overuse ME, feeling cool and refreshing
My vanity has become an army Pictures purporting to show unparalleled perfection
Filters do not make me, they don't choose my destiny, they don't tell me what I'm going to be. I'm still me at the end of the day, I'm still going to express what I need to say,
The definition of flaw is defect or fault; The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth. Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are, So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
You wake-up, FLAWLESS False. "You are everything,but flawless" "You are worthless" "You are purposeless" "You are powerless" "You my friend are nothing more, but less." FALSE
Wake up. Put on a thick mask that veils your beautiful exterior. A mask that vanishes any of the beautiful imperfections that make you inferior.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, my beauty is upclose near
Beauty over Depression Derailed and Disastrous Why do I feel like this? Empty and Eerie
A joyous smile
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
I am flawless But not in that way I am flawless Because I live today I dreamt of suicide once upon a time And I literally thought That death would be fine I looked down the barrel
Mirror, mirror On the wall.
A universe so massive, an earth so large,
Why not draw a picture That creates symbols of your life Why not show how you made it Even through tough times It's like a portal to joy
I'm racing my ghosts. They drift silently
Do you see me?Do you see the jaded light in fancy
For starters I'm more confident than anyone I know Litteraly, nobody can match me when i put on a show
Society Damned if you do
In my mind, there is never sleep Thoughts are what create I want to be loud Louder than I am And I am loud I wish people could feel my love Without misinterpreting it
I like to think that I'm bold, that I'm comfortable with who I am. That I'm the same person on the inside as the one that the world beholds. That's not what I'm told
Depression. It's a common theme. I shout in the void, No one hears my screams. Externally though; I have high esteem... Beautiful genes, Role model teen, Homecoming queen,
I've been surrounded by people, who've greatly impacted my life. "Great", such a terriible word. Its nature is a double-edged sword. For one who conquers the world, whether to spread love or unleash hate
Do we not bleed too, or are we the only ones to blame for spilt blood? Are we not a land of many peoples and pasts, minorities and majorities, harmonious and chaotic?
There are six billion people, Living in our world, But imagine being lost, In a sky of one hundred billion stars, Because from where we stand, None seem to differ,
I walk through the halls everyday and school, as kids continually knock the books out of my hands, and try to trip me.
Some consider it an encumbrance But I use it as motivation There is no reason to have frustration As I grind I know my life is limitless My brother knows my success is imminent During any given situation
In life they say to cherish every moment, But they seem to always be forgetting about the little things. Graduating high school is a huge moment in one’s life,
Preceeded not once by a warning sign, and prior experience forgotten, a crush Is discovered when one spots The One and their heart abruptly pulls the brakes. All of a sudden a sensation of falling,
The twinkling night sky: Interlaced with beams of light, Depicts the cosmic cha-cha Of age-old heroes.
O' empty parchment: Saturated in the Invisible ink That is probability, Much like the Empty space
Education, education education. That' all we ever hear from them. Temptation, temptation, temptation. Cheat. It's the only way you'll win. What about fun? What about joy?
Reach for the stars they say but they dont know what its like day by day they play us like pawn in a simple game moving us, directing us in their own way However thats not how it's going to go
An angel stands but is too small to fly. It means a lot to me and this is why. It was my aunts before she passed away.
Society is slowly falling. What has the world become? All I see is hate, Where is the love?
He downs another beer, His twelfth one tonight. I watch him.
The picture is one I took on a trip across the Hudson. There was a girl posing. She had auburn highlights in her hair.
the curtain ascends red velvety facade painted grin alabaster eyes spotlight illuminating I turn away the faces observe eyes and gavels poised
Abyss Fluttering into an abyss, dreaming for a way out of this madness I call life. Seeing a way out,
I love her: Her long silken hair I love her not: His short cut mane
The time has come once more To race for a royal position Much harder than it was before The skills must be in superb condition The race is not an easy one You have to survive through thick and thin
The crimson color of the dying leaves Remind me of when I was there: in relief. I watch the colors float off the branches And the clouds are perfectly fluffy. The creator of all this fashioned a thought
If I would have cried and begged you to stay in your arms, would you have kept me? would you have let me be? was it easier to turn your back on me? who were you truely setting free? you or me?
Coffee Awake in the A.M. Summer job Roast Beans are imported from foreign lands The smell Rich Aroma Soothing Pop from the beans Grinding Crushing
We want to see these black boys fly Cops rather see these black boys die Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
Rain comes crashing down as it hits my face You injure the living You are too distracted to see pain Just the colors of drops of rain You see no harm in hurting the ones you love. You never understand,
Look at her, standing aloneHer breath steaming in the cold air,her lips iced over, her cheeks blushingIt is cold, but with her I feel a warmth,I see it in her eyes,I see a fire, a light
If i was to ask you Who are you? What would you tell me Would you tell me your name or Simply ignore me Or remain silent 'Cause you don't know the answer Who are you?
They all want my autograph but they don't know how I write it The things I read behind closed doors made me who I am- but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
White Policeman Armed Dark Skinned Teenager Unarmed Racism Kills Again
Our eyes were once open, and now are closed shut. At that moment we got the notion that our freedom was stolen a problem arose.
Occupational Therapy Autism With each new experience, My love grows. Autism Puzzle pieces that need a home.
Has anyone noticed our world today? A world where violence is on the rampage, And the news portrays death day after day.
Scary Magicians/New Generation Black Top Hat Cheap products Fooling me Making me take my eyes off the true problems Imaginations, sweet Candies and gummies Chips and Alcohol on every corner
"Long week ended Energy been expended I can barely make a sentence Trynna get it in But I'm still stuck at the entrance I swear I need a break Sittin back chillin
I am not me. I am not who I am. I come from almost nothing. Trying to be something. But what can I do? Whom can I seek? I can't find myself, I can't find me.
Writing gives off this liberating feeling The way that faith can do some healing Eyes and mind of a soul In a sense, losing all control Emotions pouring out Words fill the blank space without doubt
I build these walls; trap myself, so nobody can enter. I’m scared to let anyone in, save me, and become my center. With my walls up and feelings shut down, I feel so alone.
Society has a built a curtain for me
You know they say gay marriage is not happening ! But if you wear two of the same socks or shoes. Then you matching it. In if you wear two different colors then you mixmatchin.
When the people who gave you life are also what makes you consider taking it, There is a problem. Every single night I brush my teeth in an attempt to wash away the sound of you Slamming the door as you leave.
The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel Question, what happened? and was it even real?
Oh, How the Music Surrounds Me by: Jeremy Applegate The outside birds lets their sweet voices play
Sometimes it takes shedding a tear to feel like your empty of a moment's despair. Were clear is as near as a windshield wipe upon a smear of fear.
Im not the same person I was a month agoMy heart stopped racin
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine Everytime you tell me "You do as I say". Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems, But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
Validate me, Make me feel heard
You’re Muslim right? That’s pretty exoticIt's messed up how they show your people as so chaoticMy people? Who’s that? The people on the screen?My people come in all colors, races and creeds.
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS. I am from lost faith and lost hope. I am from pot heads and crack feens.
What is 'here'? The word I mean Here There? 'Here' -What does it mean? Is it the physical manifestation of self? Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
Do you learn because you hear, see, or read knowledge? How does it stay in your consciousness? Or does it? Are you passionate or just find it interesting?
We search yet go by. Not kowing which direction to take our lives. Trying to realize and open up our eyes. The big picture beyond our mind Our third eye is not yet open We are still too young and outspoken
With the lack of male leadership and representation that we as African-Americans are perpetually inflicted with, leaving ALL the res
listen hear listen brother i am near
In the dark blue skies I see hope of gold singing blues like I'm being told my heart speeds all high. I stand in my mirror
Fifty blissful years had passed the couple by, the world never ceasing to smile upon them: every second, each tick and tock, capturing some moment to be treasured. They sat together on a swinging bench,
Death is a spontaneous phenomenon.
My name is Derrick Lawson and I come from the ‘Bridge, Where people try to make some money and they’re dying to live. My dream job is business, working with technology, be friends with Bill Gates,
All my life I have loved animals Volunteering has brought me great joy And for as much as I have helped them, they have changed my life even more. The are no words to describe how it feels to help the helpless
Never have I known a love so strong I did not now I needed you I did not know I had been waiting on you for so long From the day I first saw you And every day then on I held you and I loved you
Darling dont you see? The world doesn't want someone like me. Each moment is a battle. Each day a war. These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.
The world tries to sell girls a plethora of lies: “You’re too fat.” “You’re too short.” “He’ll think you’re ugly.” Please, don’t put on a social disguise. Piles of eyeliner, hair dye, lipstick, and blush
If I could change that day, the day you left, when you were on your own, without me to hold, i'd make sure you'd be ok, warn you and hold you tight, for me to be complete was gone, we stood in darkness waiting, hoping, leaving, missing, lost.
Your smile radiates Like the morning sun. Your eyes sparkle Like tinker bells pixie dust, Bringing hope of true beauty to the world The way your hair flows
The sun shines down on the beauty that surrounds you as the currents lose your thoughts and the winds lift your soul..
I've never felt so empty yet full You take over my mind, Like dark clouds on a stormy day But add color to my darkest nights The thought of you fills my mind But takes my soul
Love, love what is love? Ill tell you, love is not a game and will never be forever. Love isn't always the same and will be nothing but a big game
You seek out attention, Like a lion preying on a gazelle. You put up an act, Like a play directed out of a book. You hold up a wall blocking your feelings,
Trapped in an image, Afraid to be judged by the people around us Not being who you’re suppose to be, Forced to be what the world wants to see, What they think is right.
You hear it all the time The cliched, "There are only two types of people in the world..." But the world is more than just black and white
Freinds keeps us sane in this world. They were faithfull durng childhood, unplanned. They kept us away from famiy dinner tables. The rules of friendship should be rewritten.
YOU need to change YOU utter words of pain Sharp enough to slit my wrist Yet clear enough for me to think Should I really end this? The name calling the jokes It all never stops
Just one job could change my life. I am the future. We are the future.
You're complaining beause he hurt you and she's barely there. I'm sustaining. He's in prison and she wants me, just not with her there. Looking for a high in the form of a substance.
Steady trying to feel in this void. I find myself clenching the sheets, feeling it's texture. Smooth you would've thought... but, it's been layed in so long there's a change. Not one too noticable, but one only the owner knows of.
Imagine, Imagine living the life you dream of free of fear,
Lost and afraid, our youth wander alone “What am I? Who am I?” they cry and moan Frustrated they scream “I can’t find myself!” Then anorexia destroys their health
I have been depressed, I have failed because of my learning disorder, I have been left behind in my group. I want to be a neurologist. I want to be able to help. I want to know why people act out.
E very individual has their own voice, their own D ream. U nique to each person is innovative ideas and C reations, that can benefit society.
Taking pictures half naked Smoking and drinkin to try and forget your father left Breaking your mothers heart for getting suspended from school for being half baked
A world without pain Would be a sweet summer day No more hurt No more sorrow No more wishing to look like the worlds definition of beautiful A world without pain Would be a comforting song
It is the championship game and more than what the stadium could contain came with glorifying support oh how baseball is a lovely sport; The harmonious chords rang as the National Anthem was sang
I’d like to borrow your soapbox. Please. There’s something I’d like to say. Communication is born of sounds and movement, Born of ideas. Much slips through the fingers, slips away. Brokenness.
With the desire to know she is heard,
We wonder how the world revolves around us, the situations that happens in other places, but do we stop to see what happens within our lives? To see the great power and virtue in ourselves,
The automated words stream out "It's ok, it's ok, it's ok." When will anyone wonder if she herself knows the way out? The temptation of the world show no mercy.
That text that you sent was so convincing with the dots, Fragile like flower pots but dangerous like gun shots. It made me think -- about how I wanted you in the past,
I’ve only lived once One mind, one body, one spirit, But with these two hands, these ten fingers, I’ve touched you now. Try and forget; try and avoid me
So they asked me, "what is your spirit animal?"
I love you more than those Versace heels worn by January Jones. More that that Escada argyle sweater of neutral tones, More than that five-hundred dollar Chanel necklace and that vintage Gucci purse and heels.
I am from Picture Frames From Yankee Candles and febreeze Airspray I am from the weeds growing under the deck (tall, green, it tasted like celery) I am from the Begonia semperflorens the Gaillardia aristata,
My name is Alyssa and fourteen years ago in March something complicated happened that changed my life forever.
If you could only write once, what would you say? Would you let your thoughts that run deep crawl out and play, allow the pen's ink to give all your secrets away.
If you could only write once, what would you say? Would you let your thoughts that run deep crawl out and play, allow the pen's ink to give all your secrets away.
These things that we do, intentional they’re not. There’s tears in your eyes. We try, but it’s hard. This isn’t a choice. We’re destined from birth. To screw up. To lie.
Every thought is documented, across the globe, throughout the day. Personal life—an open book; online for the whole world to see, and prey. The drama, the agony, the hoots, and the tears;
This is for you.
What harm can we do you on our knees?
Blood boiling in my veins, body becomes rigid and cold, saying goodbye to the old, when I awaken you see the heart that was taken, peer into my lifeless body numb and still, look into my dead eyes that once held what feeling I felt, now washed aw
Berlin, Berlin is all I see, Berlin, Berlin is where I want to be… Step with heel and toe first I walk towards majesties Not knowing you, the nameless
There's billions of people in this world Each one of us was birthed from a warrior. No man could go through what women go through ,
Stuff you can't say to your teacher is... hello your class is very boring & half of your class is snoring You're not teaching the material right & I hate the way you write Your breath really smells
What is the idea that started this all? The one that broke the glass?
Enough with radical equations and notations And teach us about the struggles of life Teach us about business plans and their relations And educate us on how to survive the night
I wandered around for as long as I could rememberSpring, Summer, Fall, WinterOops! Did I just messed up on the sequence of seasons?Oh yes I did! Now what can you do to me,O great teacher?
I tend to find myself staring off into space Dreaming that everything I pray for, falls into place Happiness is what I chase Hear the music, feel the base Fears are what I face Its time they be embraced
Verse1 This song goes out to you girl. You know who you are. All I can think about is you girl. You’ll always have a place in my heart. You showed me the light when I was surrounded by darkness.
Belladonna A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
Regurgitating useless facts while sitting in class, A place of memorization not learning. A test of my boredom, an abuse of my freedom.
What will it take to be seen rather poetically heard do I have to stoop as low as to be like them simple. Bland with little emotion shall I spare your time and quit
Setting myself free might of been the answer to my conflicted mind sunsets ago, but somehow I forgot that freedom comes with a price.
Four years, many tears. Ups and downs, hills and mounds Of hurt, of happiness, and plenty of excitement I'm living, I'm learning, I'm leading I'm here, I'm finishing my fourth year.
I walk into class every morning at 7:15 AM. Kids push and shove into me and my scowl is covered by a red face. Why do you let kids hurt each other? Whether it be words or swords,
Word Jamming. Those were the first two words that popped into my head. Hmph.
Golden amber drips over the supple rising of skin Made crisp by the summer’s sun, droplets catch in the curves of her lashes “Never” floats through the breeze
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
why do I write? I don't, not here anyways. I don't write on this site because it's a bit of a scam.
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me. If there's only one set answer, you see, With that, you could fail indefinitely. Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
Our love is infinite,My heart dancing and yours prancing,It’s on par with each other,We understand each other in many ways,Like water colliding together becoming one.
I could lie down on a small black couch to fill the air with all my petty cares. Or keep it bottled up inside and let smolder, until my face is lined, grey, and older. Instead I use a pen, blank paper
To learn: a sweet honor, improvement the goal. A true test of diligence, body, and soul. This battle so daunting, while still in thy youth, to search for the beauties and virtues of truth.
Camera, cameras, flash. Click, Click, snap. The people all stare but it’s my job not to care. She tells me I’m pretty, he tells me I’m fine. But it’s always there, in the back of my mind.
Wat If I couldn't do it and couldn't changed my mind, Wat If I did feel rushed and out of time, Wat If it was my fault that things had changed, Wat If there was no way it could be the same,
Now that I see how you feel deep down The words I LOVE YOU slowly drown A gargled sound that means nothing forever I know that we can't ever be together Cause you and I are in two totally different worlds
Why am I crying... Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it... Is my life leading me towards unhappiness, Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
Everyone, No matter what size, shape, any variation of human, We all hit rock bottom. Some are deeper, some fall harder. The choice is yours; Be the one to immediately grasps at the loose dirt around them,
My heart over whelmed with emotions, My mind flooded with thoughts. I didn't know how to voice them, So behind my lips words were constantly fought. Tried to voice these emotions in so many ways,
Open eyes, open heart Never let the world tear me apart Hold my soul and my spirit, Because the end will come I can feel it Take my time down the road Cause it'll quickly go cold
Today I am graduating from High School. so i want to tell you things i have learned in high school that the classroom cant teach you.
In a world full of loneliness, Why is it that we find Love in the oddest of places? When all hope is lost. When you have given up on yourself and the world. Reenact that scene of loneliness for me.