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Erratic and out of control; The heart is. Disregarding the scorching sun
As the clock ticks away with the Nick of time, Health is wealth knowest thou all for to live quite sublime, Rich or the poor none have the desire to keep the health in prime,
They looked for the seventh son of the seventh son Found him there and took him in Witch-blood, uncanny, magic lives here So many but still a prize.   But did you ever stop to think
They say myths and legends are old tale from forgotten times where time ails  but myths are not forgotten it least not by the young  We hear old legends of Athena and Hera 
Surprising things that remind me of you:
today as the sun beats overhead,he sits one table and a dry riverbed to my leftshuffling his feet along the grimy cafeteria floors.his eyes glisten like shattered glass on pavement
Tread lightly, For this is a realm of darkness, A realm of pain and fear. It traps and breaks the unwary, Then leaves them lying dead.
I am a fallen angel, Darkness is my garment, And fury is my weapon. I was once wreathed in light, And I did the bidding of my master.
I’ve been crying out for aid, But I’m rewarded with silence, I’m screaming out for help, Only for my pleas to fall On the ears of a deaf deity.
I was warned about stranger danger. Strange equals bad Bad equals evil Evil equals torment Torment to whatever fucks people up; To the point that they need to be silenced
A bird with a broken wing  Its memory of greatness;  A stretched canvas of warm embrace Air cut by swift blades of persistence Unobtainable freedom by many, While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
As I struggle throught this land Of hopelessness and fear, I pass a sea of faces- Ones that hold no cheer.   I cross the sea of betrayal And over the bridge of doubt, into the desert of despair.
tiptaptiptap fingers on the table rhythmless and bland, we cut off the cable. tiptaptiptap rain on the window erratic and soothing, we watched the world go. tiptaptiptap
If the streets could scream we would hear them say Our history bleeds and reveals the world at play The little children running in fear With adults yelling in their ears "You were born the wicked race"
RIP
Rest in peace: To the person no one recognizes,  Dying a death, a lonely death. Rest in peace:  To the skinny girl in Africa; The starving didn't get to her as fast as the AIDS. Rest in peace:
Dear Inner Voice,   It’s been years Since you’ve been here Reminding me of my fears That was made clear Now you’re back Ready to attack My sanity And create calamity
We are the unfortunate ones, The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire, The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
to the girl i pushed away,   you and i could’ve been cosmic sky beams we could’ve been one another’s worlds and more
Every day we pass by, All the people we saw cry   But do we think of it? No we just overlook the ones who quit   I sometimes stop what I'm doing, To my dismay I just end up stewing  
There once was a lady who had three beautiful daughters And she loved each very much, she said. she raised them in a world of strife Communist China was a mess So she ran away to a safer place
I need you to tell me where I went wrong I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know Terrified, that I might make the same mistake But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think
The times of great men are now past, because we are too much exposed now for the leaven of myth and legend to swallow up the horror of what we really are. 
We are the generation of forgotten kids. The ones whose voices are silenced by bombs and guns. The kids who hear more hate than love. We are the children whose parents beat us and push us down.
To whomever - I wonder, sometimes If others feel it too When there are people who 'care', But not the right 'who'. That one can feel empty,
To whom it may concern: No one knows your name. And why should they? What have you done in life to earn respect, love, to make your mark? Nothing. And you never will.
All gone Erased from my mind Memories of past
Where would one put their deepest darkest secrets? Somewhere in their room? A friend's house? Their mind? The fire?
There are things in the shadows That dare come out into the day And grasp at my hands to tow Me far away.   Alone I am nothing, Gone in the tides,  But with you I am something
You treat me as a flower From the side of the road With its own pure beauty You can’t let go You hold me in your arms Staring Wondering What I’ve been through Staring Wondering
Deriving from a single articulation  Are the eyes that close slightly In the supposition that there is a cation  Sprouts the intuition of the anion The appellation is such that the sky hazes over 
A boy of eight was I on that fateful day, When sweet sounds of music drew children near. Joy filled our souls as the piper did play. Across the wild lands we passed with no fear.  
They say you see someone’s soul Through their eyes I see their souls In the money they Slide into my jacket  
If I fell, would I feel it? The impact that would shake my bones? Or would my body remain numb, unaware of the cold?   Would my heart still beat, thumping against its cage?
Hello, My name is broken A heap of letters left on a tattered floor Shards of my identity, opaque from the settling dust   Hello,
So long ago I barely know Much of It now I remember not Of what I thought So long ago I barely know
"Come here little princess" he would say "Come to papa" he would say "You'll always be my little girl" he would say
I find it meaningful that you love my poems. But I'm sick and tired of rhyming and writing. When somebody says Ronique i want the first thought to be strong, intelligent, peaceful. Not just the girl with the poems.
The more dirt you throw on top of a forgotten beauty, The more difficult it becomes to find. Because then it gradually changes, Disguised by the rotting filth that scuffs out it's light,
What I don’t seem to understand is what you have against me I’ve done all I can, and this is how you treat me— I wish that sometimes you would look deeper – deeper inside
When the sun disappears, As do the smiles and laughs. The image of the people we know,  Replaced by their melancholy twin. As night settles in, painting the sky black, Little glimmers of stars dot  the void.
I remember you well;Your hazel eyes and all.They burned with a rich fire,I'm dying to recall. You used to hold me tight,In your arms safe and sure.You'd caress my wild hair,Then a kiss would occur.
They say you're not alone, But is that really true? When you think about it, Nobody will believe in you, Unless you believe in yourself. People will let you down, People are not to be trusted.
  When I think poverty, here's what I see, Beaten down faces and thousands of frowns Shutdown dreams in the land of the free
Out of sight, Out of mind, Never to be seen. A broken memory, A broken dream. Left behind, Left to fight all alone at last, Nobody to save me from myself, Nobody to help.
"A deadly weapon in disguise But i keep my head down Horror fills their eyes I search for patterns on the ground Bright lights fills night skies But I still feel bound I look up wishing I could fly
"When the darkness rules And the moon falls apart The world is made of fools And it's tearing at my heart What I've learned is not from school And I no longer care to start The ocean expanse is full
The rocks beneath the earth that shelters the lava away. The gravity that holds us inside of this earth day by day. The people that try to help me even if I push them away.
It hurts to be forgettenI try to supress the painbut it still doesn't work,so my other best option
I’m just a phase slipping through with no destination. Is this important? because you let me wander with no significant placement.   Me… A phase? And phases end…  
LightWhat is there to know?DarknessWhat is there to show?PainWhat is there to heal?HappinessWhat is there to feel?Inquiring of the elements of lifeYou unveil timeless secrets of old
Alone and forgotten. Lost and confused. Trying to blink back the tears that just keep falling. So sorry I am not the way that I was but you believed me when I said nothing was wrong Apologies that are just words out of my mouth.
I am the child of seething ignorence. The rope in a game of Tug-of-War.  I am the child whos integrity was forfeited to a never ending sea of right and wrong, labeled as nothing more than a "lost cause"
I am a music loving girl who is forgotten
Did you know an Elephant never forgets a face Once the creature catches a glimpse it can never forget and your face is one that I can never forget.
They say a pictures worth a thousand words But the pictures got ripped and burned Flood up and torn Natural disasters And man made lures Hands of the evil Minds of the fools Forgotten
  My own country, but I don’t own my land. I used to put my hand through the orange sand. My brother and I would count pejig, nij.
Do we ever feel alone? yes. Do we ever feel forgotten? yes. Have we ever gotten help? no. Have your friends ever offered help? yes, but I think I don't need it.  
I came here with the seagulls  I’m a born city-dweller  but the water crashes
It's a frightening thing, forgetting. It brings courage and loss, insult and reintroduction, relief and resoulution. It's even scarier what one forgets, 
What is it that I am But a cloth hung up to dry In the spring breeze Quickly, hopefully, before it rains. And when it rains, I am forgotten, Drenched again from head to toe,
I jotted down a message to myself in my phone: “Write a poem about watches and bicycles and poetry.”   Is that all he really left me with?
Mama once told me “You’ll never find love If you can’t love yourself.” Maybe try to look like you care.” She left me in the bathroom Crying while I brushed my hair out. Mama said to me,
Bottle Things Up  
I said I care about you, So why did I soon forget about you, I know promise you wouldn’t forget you, So why does it feel like I broke my promise to you?
A long swing hangs low,
I am let down once again.
Falling, fading I'm slowly losing myself ino the eternal hole of darkness pain, betrayal, and abandonment is all I have felt in my 17 years of life my smile does not reach my eyes
I wait, stagnant like the water beside a dam, wanting to move forward, but I can't.  Not yet. I am stuck. Restricted. Where did my voice go? It used to verberate so loudly through the mountain tops,
Perhaps one of the reasons  I like Halloween so much is because I feel more at home.
I'm so lost. I'm so weak. Everything I thought I once knew is now gone, its all down the drain. I feel so alone. I feel forgotten. No one care for the way they make me feel anymore.
It's cold out, and the weather's frigid.  I frown throughout the dreary day.
I have been passed up,
Hidden behind the shadows underneath all the grass and the meadows. Eyes red from all the many tears and it's all because of you my dear.
Strange faces surround me. Filled with sorrow, concern, and fear. Did I know them? Who could they be? People linger I can’t help but leer.   I awoke in a different place.
I remember the first time I saw you
  O lost and forgotten ones, Thou and thy daughters and sons, Thou that lived, and breathed, and died, And spoke, and laughed, and cried. O poor and broken heart,
I am always lingering, never speaking When I am speaking, no one is listening,
I planted you a rose; sat and watched it bloom the rose didn't feel me watching, or notice that I was trying to forget you.   Who do roses grow for? Surely mine for you,  
  I can't see a world with out you , But then again I can't see  I'm blinded by your love, my insecurities. 
This is a poem for those who feel forgotten for those who lie awake throughout the night and wonder what they couldve done differently. This is a poem for those who miss someone
Concrete Jungle City terrain converges with the murky sky above in the dusty shade they share. A symphony of sound permeates the humid air as machines and people hum through their daily cycles;
What a beautiful rose you are! How I wish to pluck you so! But those thorns will just leave scars, A reminder of the painful woes.   My rose your scent is so sweet,
Their was a time when I was small The flowers standing proud and tall I would walk amongst the blades of grass that were taller then I  And the house beneath the tree 'twas mine
Sheets- warm and cozy- ocean waves of blue
There was once a time for men like me,  Now I am sitting on a lonely oak bench,  outside a gothic cathedral,  
Love is everything in science love is reproduction in poerty love is tragedy in movies love is fate in childhood love is grotesque in war love is scarce in time love is stronger
The rain drops fall, caressing her face The tight curls of her hair unwinding Her eyes look down, words lost in space   Her hands cross slowly, searching, finding A small bit of solace in each other
I've got secrets only I know, I've got a life only I know, I've got a past only I know, I have a dream only I see, I have a reality only I see, I have a place only I see,I need a friend,
But what of me, standing in the corner, Hidden in the shadow. Placed there unwilling, Listening to the conversation flow.   Never do I ever want to hear another word
The infinite love  Till death do us part The raging war Of the head and of the heart Words never spoken Feelings never sought  The build up of this dangerous thought
I lost it the simplistic nature of poetry the words no longer pour from my lips No longer do my message speaks on the shadows of the soul   Writers block they call it Though I call it the end
Some have been lost, Others have fallen, But each has been remembered.   Yet you turn around, So happy and joyful, To lay eyes on a nobody.   You mock them and spit at them,
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp, Descending into bitter winds that rasp Against the feathers of a night who flies Faster than silence born of memories
Must I be alone forever? I've struggled for so long. I'm sure this is the worst pain ever, And it was my fault all along.   You know, I loved you- I truly did. You say I didn't but I can promise you.
  Such a lonely ghost with a sad awakened soul Such a depressed man with a bottle of vodka in hand Vodka is see through
The world as she knows it comes to an end.The pain, the suffering, the life of my best friend.Her soft fluffy body so frail and so depleted,I can't help but to think that her life wasn't completed.
"There across the Crescent Moon is where you'll find me sitting on the edge fishing, in hopes to reel you back to me once more."
The days I spent living my life in the shadow of another are wasted. Why must I skulk in the shadows while you get to walk in the light? Is it possible that perhaps I was never meant to be seen, to be noticed?
i don't matter like a snowflake every one different and beautiful all in their own way yet all the same   as they flowly fall into reality no one notices they fill the world
I'm not lost, but I'm not found My parent's forgotten child They say they tried looking for me Probably A turn of the head to the left and right but didn't move their feet
Misty ground and rainy skies, forever young inside my eyes. Ghosts ever present, Undead hands on hill like terrain Like sleep so long ago forgotten. What can be said to green forever burning away?
The corner was the place I sat in this classroom scene. There were jocks, and preps, and geniuses who seemed much more than me.Each and every day I would watch and wait for an outstretch of a hand to those of us who sat amongst the the forgotten a
Your name was once an omenA sacred prayer sent up to heavenThat set the sky ablazeIn your luminescent glory
You say, “Tell me you remember.”       But that would be a most grievous lie.             So I say nothing. You say, “I don’t understand!”       But you could never be remembered.
She lost all sense of love As she still weeps from the memories. When she lost her womanhood In a whirlwind of helplessness and blood.
i watch you the way a caged bird watches the sky and when i think of you i see those blue eyes (they are my sky) and they look into mine and, oh god, i'm pretty sure you can read me like a book because i've got my heart
I see a light. A bright light. But im not dying. Or am i? With all that i think and all that i do. Did it ever mean anything to me? Or even you? No. It couldnt have. It shouldnt.
Why am I not considered to be a good studentor even a good person anymorewhen I receive a "B"or "C"or "D"or God forbidan "F"?
Look my way Speak to me Pencil to paper Habitual Treat others kindly But do not bark at your owner Sit Stand Leave Hundred Piece Puzzle Provide me only five pieces
I was doing just fine in this cold world Why did you come along? To maybe throw me for a loop? Silly girl I was Why did I not trust myself? Instincts tell me stop, turn around
In the end we are nothing but bones-     it’s funny how death and time ride a tandem bicycle  (time always steers- as impatient as always- death always pedals- ever present-)  
There are cuts on my wrists  because I never thought I'd become this: Another broken heart just one more forgotten kiss.
They didn't give me a stone (I didn't want one) They didn't mark my grave No name remembered But that's okay I wanted this To be forgotten Ashes scattered to the wind. No name left
My daughter, I created you perfectly the way you are Why are you trying to change that? I made you blonde, Not brunette, I gave you blue eyes, Not green
And you're goneFarThe last of you that I heardWas the sound of your guitar All we areIs two star crossed loversAs distantAs the stars
  Am I still here? Can you hear me? Must I still creep around your room? Memories folded up and neatly put away
  Tepid drops of water leak from the top Of a desolate deserted well Catching bits of sunlight as they trickle down. Amid the sands of grief at the bottom,
About that time All was rotten Little remained of a time Where life bloomed inside A mind - A person The leftovers was gain through pain They were insane to the brain
I've become so Numb when there was No More Sorrow left in me. I had to Bleed It Out when I turned my back on those who had their Hands Held High, screaming "help me!"
I remember sitting in the theater, my leg pressed tightly to yours. Hand in hand, palms sweating, You said my touch was electric and we became addicted to the feeling like the nicotine on your lips.  
Skin so smooth So soft Eyes so deep of a brown Complexion is just the same Tall like a tree I would love to climb Limb after limb… Branch after branch I connect myself to you like
A blood of ink seeps Inside a white soul Inside a white doll Inside a white world. Blank to the young-lings Who can barely speak Not because of youth But because of age.
I saw your Picture I Smiled. I heard your Voice I Smiled. I felt your Touch and, I Smiled. I was Pained when there was no Thought. I was Pained when there was no Emotion. I was Pained when there was no Contact.
Love. Love is so much more than just a kiss on the cheek, giving someone a ring, or being on TV because you're a teenager with a baby. Love is something we feel and give, a reason for people to want to live, but who do we share it with?
Forgotten like a pencil left on the table, Nevery to be noticed again, I close my eyes in deep thought, Picturing the beauty of her, All i see is another face, Forgotten like a set of keys outside,
The most cowardly crime one can commit is leaving. I remain fixed in this trance that one day, maybe one day, you'll come back for me. Days fade on, years go by... Slow in reality, quickly in reflection.
I will yet be so quietly forgotten.
When you think all is right and nothing can go wrong Life tests you again to see where you are most strong
Some days I feel alone. Some days I feel hopeless. It all depends on the day. It’s hard some days. Although we are told, Do not dwell on the past. I always find myself, Looking back at mistakes.
They walk among us unknown, Despite the courage they have shown, And we let this pass. They fought tooth and nail, To protect the flag we hail And we let this pass.
My 35 millimeter could never quite catch the essence of your beauty Hidden rolls of film remain with nothing but your name See the two things i loved most both hid my inner most fears
Lets not talk about love, to watch her sleep but still feel such distance dont talk about love, to kiss her lips and feel resistance my soul cries when i look into her eyes like my eyes did when her lips sang to me lies
I cant find love, it seems hidden behind kisses that take your breath away behind hand holding and sweet smiles I cant find love, it only consists of the first few weeks of infatuation
broken promises of impure lies. words forgotten lost in the mind. thoughts of feeling disappeared into darkness. wounds of pain bleeding internally. replacement never ending
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