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I try to spend the night with someone new I’m on a repeat, always with you All of the flames, yours Is the guilt required when I’m out of all doors I can feel your presence in my fingers
The world seems lonely Deep within your thoughts A barren field of nothing Yet, it's something Both simultaneously And disturbing, but Without these thoughts We'd all be the same
Thoughts Goin again as they always do at night... Battle of the miND, alone as always only me who stands to fight... A fight I am barely winning tho at times it seems I do...
You walk in, steaming water running down your sides, Like a different world, you stand there just thinking, It's been a rough day, one worth reflecting on,
To be forgotten, Becomes my greatest fear. My tears keep falling to where they are gotten, Seeking for anyone near.
A person may leave or stay, To know the reason, if I may. A person can always get hurt, Only if they didn’t make the cut.
Sipping the flow of time Inconsistency throughout the trail The rigid ground propels you in a direction One step decides the temporary outcome
A Year Alone I chose to go To somewhere that was quite unknown Whole new ideas I had never heard Ways of thinking I thought were absurd And all my thoughts?
Is it wrong that I hide, My true feelings and thoughts inside? I've never been one to tell my life or the stories that are behind... the person that I am today
I sit idly inside my mind before the Train arrives. I wander between my ears, behind my eyes - wondering where I'm going. I am lost in outer space. Yet I maintain these chains;
I don't want to sound pathetic, but lately, I haven't been able to focus, and I cannot blame anyone but myself. My hands weigh me to the floor, the snapping of a will,
No one fights my demons cuz angels don't exist A scream without an echo is an arm without a fist Must we lose the ones we love to see inside our hearts? Aren't we all just souls with tear-away faces
When we don’t talk, I feel nostalgic and I want nothing more than to be around you. I long for you, why I’ll never know.
sweet hooked up with sour and created apple cider vinegar mix in a little water and it's all fine. bitterness with sugar kissed it fizzes on my tastebuds and burns down my throat leaving me exhilerated
Inching closer To take the step forward Where my flesh will touch the rubble And my feet will stumble My hands will shake
I’m running out of things to do as I lie awake and think, To drink to ration out my thoughts no real time to blink. My stupid mind just leads to paths that only end in sorrow ,
. In a thought i had, a letter i was given to read. . Words i couldn't pronounce, Sentence i couldn't pick out. . Alittle effort i put to it, . Gramnatical errors i made,
Intro: I want to thank my Twin B for believing in my talent when I didn’t, love you… Young J is a rapper he says I write my own lyrics to these songs, please press reply
So I thought I knew everything… Growing up taught me lessons I should know A high school diploma was just nothing to show Momma was proud when I walked with a degree, I’m sure
I’m the type to creep up on your mind at 3 in the morning Leave you in wonder if you should hit my line or let me be The impact I have on you leaves you wondering what it could be If it would be If it should be
My mind, much like our population, was overcrowded and easily won over by the simplest romance. ~awatr
And when I look at you. I see a thought. The supreme conviction that in spite of ourselves. We are the light that gives unselfishly to ourselves. The pieces we constantly give to each other,
I plumped down sinking back first into the middle of the cushion. Resting my arms behind my head. Thoughts of spending the rest of my life here crossed my mind. Now drifting off in thought.
thinking I could save her but I cant they say only one thing can g.o.d Savor every moment p.r.a.y sometimes all day Never ask why take it for what it is Just truth in our reality
I have all these feelings that im feeling. all these thoughts going through my head. yet so many things are left unsaid. now im stuck with all theses voices in my head.
Waking up everyday seems just so hard I am tired of this routine that got me off-guard I have no social life, I am like broken glass shards I been talking to myself, my only insanity ward
There's nothing more I'd like to do, then snuggle in close and fall asleep with you..
[I] approach the tipping point the straw that broke [my] back. at a loss for words expression has no expression, is not an expression anymore. the way [I] feel when all the words - all the thoughts
Night is a maze with no escape. The darkness holds all your fears, Whispering lies. You can never escape, Not even if you close your eyes. You think you can escape by sleeping
do you think the three a.m. sky became jealous of us that night? do you suppose that this is the reason the constellations drifted a little closer? closer? closer still?
My demons have escaped my mind And have found room in my sheets. They float around my head like ghosts And bring my biggest fears to life.
It would be a much simpler world If it was all in black and white. The blues of thought Wouldn't mix with The reds of passion And the yellows of the world's questions Would sit quietly unanswered.
Why is it that people are so afraid of change? Do they actually find a sense of comfort in the prosaic and predictable? How is that a way to live? Is it even a way to live?
I often times have my head in the clouds. Rather than thinking of what it should be, I think of what it could be. My thoughts are often times too loud, and often times too proud,
i don't really know what i'm doing here. really, i'm just trying to get by. i don't think life has a purpose, but that doesn't matter. my life has no direction, but somehow, i have a natural optimism. an optimism that is
My savior, my soul, the seeping safety in which I have solemnly become so secure in the arms of my loved one who portrays themself to me in song.
12 AM No messages. That’s been something recent. Communication lessens. Your phone is at sixteen percent.
12 AM No messages. That’s been something recent. Communication lessens. Your phone is at sixteen percent.
The silence in this house just heavy breathing coming from the ones who are asleep. I think over and over the things I’ve done and the things I plan to achieve. The hurt I caused and the hurt I received. Understanding why life is the way it is.
Simple life, Simple dreams, Complex strife, Long life. Push forward, And get pulled back. Pull back, And get pushed forward. Complex life, Complex dreams,
The cool air slithers through your shirt. The water soaks your face in vitality. Your foot throbs with invisible hammers The dark clouds shadow your happiest day. These are just sensations.
Choose your fights wisely Choose your fights kindly Kindle a fire to see Burn it out with peace Shallow seas Hollow trees Death inside Darkness hides
My mind was not quite right, my thoughts would give me a fright, grabbed me a journal, made the thoughts external, and now I'm feeling alright.
"Stay calm maybe tomorrow will be better," Maybe the girls won't make your life more of a living hell Maybe they'll stop trying to make others hate you, Stop them from being your friend.
I walk on a thin line. The one that leads to nothing. On either side, a place I am scared to be. I walk in hope of something to revive me.
"I feel like I don't really know much about you," Spoken by three friends I have known for over two hundred days. Only a little over half a year is really no time at all though.
I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin. Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin. They say that beauty is only skin deep
Poems shape our thoughts The deep meanings strike my soul They teach us the world.
I remain uncuffed but still full of love for this boy Not a man Who won’t take my heart into his hands And I’m not sure he deserves it But I still have these Wife Thoughts Thoughts
New Year’s with my family, Save one member. Valentine’s with my family, Save one member. Easter with my family, Save one member. Spring Break with my family, Save one member.
It taught me to write It taught me to read It taught me to want It taught me to need It taught me to rhyme It taught me to see It taught me to help It taught me to be
A sea of thoughts Keeping me awake, Millions swimming around me, Yet you're the most prominent one, The one demanding my attention the most. What is it about you? Is it your compelling eyes,
Bleeding onto pages its heart has been pirced An aversion to the spill They say the felt feels too loud to see The crimson color Makeing meanings unclear Only blue or black
The emotions you feel seep into me. The ideas you share sway me. I hope that you see it impacts me greatly. I am no longer just me. The ideas you share sway me. I now believe what you believe.
I purge my soul of things only I know. It helps me see what can truly be, Not just a dream of you and me. When my fingers hit the keys It lights a fire in me. I set off on a rant Of rhyme and chant
Friendship… What is its meaning? How does it last? Will it be short-lived or never die? So many questions to be answered, But when will they be answered? One question leads to another,
A thought comes to me And I can't help but write it down Lest it troubles my mind Keeps it confined To repetitive, uninterrupted, cycles All in the hope of preserving thoughts
Metaphorical marvels that keep us entertained
A perfect bond. Conversations go on for hours with no effort Two passionate hearts Telling one another "we will make it" Through love Through faith Through patience
Going for what you thought was perfect then regret what was left behind because you thought it was not worth it. Stuck in the middle and no turning back feeling lost, all actions have a cost, no money involved.
i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something and i’ve pushed my feelings so far behind walls and i’ve pushed people away to get free
Dear Future Sadie, I’m a big procrastinator The world is filled with amazing sights to see and sounds to hear and people to meet,
Dear onlooking eyes, We’re all thorns One speculated look Will prick another One judgement can imprison another mind Poison begins to seap It could slowly take over
Walking down the street Smiling at people that I’ll never meet Perpetually conscious of the fact that I’m alone But glad that I’m not at home Hey there friend
Dear empty white space on my paper I wish I could fill your every crevice with words that meant something to us
My soul holds words my mouth will never speak. My mouth shares words my mind doesn't think. My mind contains thoughts my heart will never seek. My heart overflows with love that I am afraid to leak.
Dear pen, We’ve been together for years Changing with the seasons And yet our character is still the same. Across thousands of pages,
I write these thoughts to clear my mind from the piles of blunt ended metaphorical clutter that may, or may not have cadence. Their long winded flow,
someday a boy will break your heart in two consider this a forewarning to you his eyes brilliant baby blue will consume you entirely
I think of all the hardships I’ve endured, and the streets I’ve crossed. In the end, I still feel lost. Is fate a thing?
Dear wounded luxury and fragile time, I fought the battle to win the war,the internal struggle and mental storms brewing,growing stronger.Thieves rule and Queens lie,royal worry filling their eyes.
I can't. I can't. I can't. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Strangling me. Suffocating me. Clawing at my heart. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
Why can't you just see it? You're insignificant. Useless. Unwanted. Just a speck of dust that's a stupid little nuisance to everyone.
Dear teens, What makes someone a bad person ? Is it the things we say, The things we post, How we look, Or the things we know,
My mind is an ever-evolving ball of guilt and shame Every thought twists and turns, leaps and lunges, crosses and curves Every time I catch one two others take its place I’m only sixteen
Do you ever just lie there thinking? You don't know why or what about sometimes it's just a reflection of thoughts about someone, your life, the atmosphere
Whispered thoughts echo echo Throughout the warm and crowded room. The thoughts mingling amongst one another
To the person I have been: You were a young girl who carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. You were a sea of consciousness,
It starts with a single one but then comes the tornado. And before I know it, I'm suffocated by my thoughts.
There are snowballs in my head that grow bigger every second and trample me there are snowballs in my head.
Drowing, I am drowning in an ocean I myself created Drowning in tears of sadness of anger I blame say you did this to me all of you. but no. It was me.
it 12 am at night . all think about is you. i think of what you tell me. from what food you like. and whether you like ranch or blue cheese. and why you prefer your dad over your mom.
What is happiness? By: Madalyne Gonzalez There are so many people who focus only on the negative At moments, it gets kind of repetitive When negativity is all that you see
I wish there was an off button for the things I think and feel. A way to hide my broken pieces, and the scraps until they heal. My head is constant chaos; I worry about all the wrong things.
I don’t know why I say the things I do. Why I continue to put myself out there after all I’ve been through. I guess I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic some would say.. I believe in true love and hope to find it one day.
I’m not saying I’m in love, that would be way too fast. I’m just saying I have some feelings, I haven’t felt in the past. A feeling of comfort that I don’t reach easily.
Stand on the Sands Grayson Szumilas Dear Humanity, Momentum. I don’t know why the world is set up the way it is,
Why can't I just be a bird, that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly? Why can't I just be the sun,
Oh it's you. Hello again! I know, it's been so long, it's so nice to see you! What do you think? I've barely been holding myself together. Are you kidding, I've never been better! How's the wife?
Crickets chirping, light off suddenly she's in the dark.Heart pounding, mind racing, just her & her thoughts.Good & bad, the wish I could's, was it me? What did I do?
My brain is in a state that I can't even begin to explain for everything is in black and white and is moving backwards at three times its usual rate causing every bit of what I do to never be in the right.
I can hear screaming, no theory of where its coming from, or where the sound is streaming. What is this meaning? Why is there a dismal sound
What you know about the silence of the lambs I'm not talking about that cross dresser shit. I mean the way people today choose to live, cowardly, afraid to speak up. Think differently,
When I was young and small I would sit and play My parents fed me do's and donts on what I could and couldnt say Then I got a little bigger but still easy to deceive so my parents fed me dos and donts
It's not that, Cuyler, it's that Being here with you is torture, but I push on Even when you make fun of me Causing my face to turn bright red And I wish I could say something, but I can't
In the depths of the reflected light You can catch a glimpse, a girls' shadow It's a sight you can't overlook With her eyes so hollow and haunted Concealing within a ghastly narrative
I've stared at your fingertips on the strings of your favorite gutair, I've observed your lips move in the void of the night, making a melody I wish I could harmonize to,
(Intro)why we gotta take it there Babe, you know I ain't tryna go there.what happened to us.
Tuck in the shirt and tighten the belt, it'll help you look smaller. Tighten the apron. Eat breakfast because it should be the only big meal you have today. I wonder if they think I'm beautiful?
You have consumed my thoughts. How are you? You have become a part of my daily routine. Should I text him? You drive me crazy. Why hasn't he replied? I think I am becoming depressed.
Do you ever feel like you don't belong Because you're not in a group or a click You lie in your bed at night feeling sick
In the lonely streets and busy highways, I pass by wondering which way you wish to go What pain you carry in your heart, What story burdens your mind And what lesson you are learning from
Ideas in her mind just hit her. They pop up as they please. She can't force them to appear, but when they do, they leave her in a stir. It's like getting stuck on a train,
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine. These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself, they have made a home between my nerves. A peaceful place inside the chaos.
Everyone is a poet at heart, They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
Deep inside is where it hides, I tried and cried but on the outside im bright, People don't seem to notice my painful tears my broken heart and a worthless thoughts, I tried loving you with everything I had
They say "home is where the heart is,"But is that really true?I mean-- where is "home?"It's here for one person,There for another. What is "home?"Is "home" a building,A group of people?Is it even tangible?Is "home" a certain atmosphere? What i
you are so beautiful. Sometimes you're the warmest thing on earth,other times you're the signal that sends An evanescent chilling sensation through my body. It still amazes me how people take you for granted.But then again before I grew I did tooN
Peace my child, peace within. I skipped a rock the ripples spin. I seek the truth I threw the stone, but still I ponder Where did it go? Peace within. Look at the lake
My mind is afloat with many ideas, Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased. Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
Verse: Mist, in my eyes Ice, heart melts, freeze Dive, into ocean spacious as skies Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep Still profound, unexplored Wonder, how change will give more
Life is morbid like candles flame sizzling out from the cold wind at night that can be lit time and time again yet eventually it will meet it's end. point is... when will I let mine die?
Most of us dwell on the "I remember", remember is probably the most if not painful bear of arm oneself has. It is the coffin in where your mind lies, drifts, and remains. Constant questioning slowly becomes desparity.
Picture Always having that crunching feeling throughout my soul. Keep on worrying what’s going on with me. I don’t feel whole. Why am I always jumping towards the end?!
A song is stuck right in my head. I can feel it. The lyrics, there aren't very many, are rotating around my frontal lobe and up and down my corpus colossus.
i snap and snarl when thoughts dark and vial are found inside my head so with my jaws and help from the Lord i shake them out of my head when the thoughts grow back
Today I heard you were still aroundThat you were still in townThat you hadn't yet left for collegeand I don't know how I should feel about thatWe use to spend long nights laughing
The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women nasty, and condeming those who do not love as he, Start a fire burning brighter than the sun,
Nighthorse Chan 1/19/17 I look at the person I was a year ago. Contemplating if I changed… I don’t know. And that I realize When I look into the eyes Of the boy that evolved to a man who has grown.
8 years lived on earth, Can't wait to be unearthed, loosen the bonds tied tight; stretch my wings, take flight. Searching for the fast forward button on life, my plight.
All alone with my sorrowful thoughts Constantly running through my head Making each moment unbearable The silence only makes them worse Trying to think of other thoughts But they are no match for the sorrow
Handwritten They ask me my opinion I raise my hand but regret my decision I sit there and replay the question but instead I pick up my pencil and write my recollection
intrusive invasive unwanted these thoughts that won't let me be free They say I'm hopeless They at I'm hated It seems like nothing can make them stop They say I'm a failure
Bright light, lovely pale flesh, reflecting blue as the moonlight catches movement, as fingertips dance across flesh, hot and humid breath catching at the back of your throat,
the story of my life what kind of world do i want? i just have to let go I've just got this feeling but i have died everyday waiting for it
He thought she was beautiful, He saw light in her eyes, But she thought all he told Were nothing but lies.
Hello sister: i know you can see the scars on my wrists and the secrets hidden deep Hello brother: i know you can see how wounded i became when you took your leave Hello mother: i know you can see
Its amazing, someone who was once a stranger, Has become so much more. An installation in my life. A part of every conversation. A bit of every thought, all the time, every day.
When do you become me? Is it when she broke our heart? Is it when we stayed up for hours with our new friends?
Life that is without direction, Without thought. People that lead without choice, Without reflection. Those who experience true feeling,
The silence surrounds, Tick tock, Tick tock, I hear the delicate hands move, Much like my own, They drift in movement, My breathing grows light, I listen for silence, A floorboard creaks,
Decisions shape and change the way we grow, But are the decisions we make truly ours? Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us. Perhaps a construct such as morality,
I don't quite know how to tell you, tell you about what goes through my skull, when your eyes light up like neon street lights, in a city all too far away, I don't know what to say,
My thoughts are killing me, my dreams are haunting me. My body is covered, with hundreds of scars. My eyes are liars, and so is my mouth. My body disgust me, I'm repulsive to myself.
I hear piano down a hallway Guitar downstairs Singing in the streets Maracas on a stage Cello from a nearly soundproof room My whole life is filled with music But then the air deadens, falls silent--
I used to think I knew what love was, and then a boy with honey brown eyes, and no tattoos walked into my life, Halfway across the world he stay, 6,966 miles away,
My world is empty my world is full my world is dark and harsh but not cruel my world is old my world is new my world is mine only wish i could show it to you my world is fast
It didn't matter what I thought to regret my decision to change my choice I chose my country I chose my God over you I hurt you I angered you I considered you trying to change me
I fall hard and I fall fast. I scrape my knee on the concrete of the earth on a constant basis. I cannot help the way I feel and the way I fall.
My thoughts twirl like a daisy spinning between the two sticky palms of a six year old girl bowed by the wind and scratched by the sand burned by the sun dropped to the ground
They are too loud. They don't let me think. The numbing noise doesn't come from voices. But something much worse. The deafening loudness is caused by my Thoughts.
A storm is coming The school is quite kids slam car doors and ride off on bikes with unbuckled helmets fast they hurry home Wheels buzz like bee's wings
Sittin on the toilet waitin wishin My mind would stop this driftin It goes so far it hits a point of no return and starts flippin
Excess is success But it's also destruction I'm trying to suction the Thoughts out of my mind That scream I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine I'm not fine, and the reason why
Darkness Darkness; continuous, deep, perpetual darkness. Constant. Soulless. Empty dark space.
Isn't it funny how The ones that have Affection for you Try to or Say they enjoy The same things as you - Storms or Pie or Rock 'n' Roll - And then say They always liked
Leotards and red licorice.
Heavy thoughts, they weigh me down. I know I'm not perfect, but I like how it sounds. I could never be the one you wanted me to be but trust me,that's something I'd never want to be.
Whenever I see a shooting star I think of you And whenever I sing I think of you And whenever I close my eyes I think of you The world keeps spinning And I desperately try to feel
First time I meet you You meet me And we become friends, With no vested interest , We never knew each other before.
My fingers itch to write about your mind To unravel your thoughts as you share them with me I may not understand the scientific jargon that often slips from your lips
Being with you never felt wrong. Its the one thing I did right-You're the one thing I did right Now that you're gone nothing right I find myself crying on the floor just thinking about what we were before.
when i look up a sky i see and always i wonder what will be
My thoughts are poisonously hot They rise to my mind Building pressure Leaving my chest tight and empty No air Others will try To breathe back life into my veins But it all rises back
Colors. Fears. Doubts. Painting the canvas of reality With obscure shadows, Scavenging through heaps of Meaninglessness To catch a glimpse of
written 08/09/16 So much disappointment, So much hate, So much lies, So many things that I'm afraid. I seek to punish, I seek to find pain, I seek to feel alive,
You know, I never really thought How we would be without creativity, blandness as Far as the eye can see A visual and mental drought There would be no color No music, no art,
This boy is one for the history books
It all started when I lost myself. I wallowed in misery. I had no self esteem. I felt unloved, unworthy, and worst of all dead inside. Like I was simply existing, without living at all.
Have you ever seen a Flower A Single Blooms every Hour But when comes the shower They fight Instead of soaring up like a kite They became a revolting sight Lowering themselves without delight
What is fear? Is it the monster hiding in the closet? Or is it the disembodied screams of the night? Is it the like tremors of an earthquake?
The numbness is growing, Or is it sadness instead, That will plague me until death. I feel so alone in this world Where my darkness descends. I feel forgotten by my memories
I feel like crying. Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands. "Cry already!" "Make me feel better!" "Think of something funny!"
Pen. Paper. Thoughts. Words. Feelings. Unfinished trains of thought. Wants. Needs. Desires. Plans. All lie within the space between My poetry and me.
Day is not for drinking, drugging or dating. Night is for neglect, nicotine and nakedness. Revel in the rambunctousness, rabidness and release. Wake in the morning with
The first time I caught a glimpse of your hair I couldn't stop watching I couldn't stop staring I followed The wavy golden hair The scent of innocence The look of innocence I saw this only within you hair
In my room. On my bed. Staring at the cream wall with the slight chip in the paint that reminded me of an incision given by a doctor with butter fingers. That's where it began.
If only He made me a beautiful nymph, Though I do not mean to question my existence, But I do. You know who I love, What and who I want to love, As who I am for that lover,
Part One:I am a destroyerDestroy herDestroy himDestroy them Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
Touch the paper with a pencil Shouting thoughts come alive My mind is leaking ideas The words explode on paper Eventually coming together To create a world of mine Thinking becomes out of control
i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, this is what is on my mind(and this is parts I wrote a week ago)and I'm sorry that I wrote this poem on the car ride back to my house instead of paying attention to the road It's a beautiful night and my best
Look to your surroundings. See the comparisons in store. Who does the most things? Who makes more? Feeling ahead of the race, Only to walk into a slamming door. Why bother with the race?
Late nights With music in my ears And demons in my mind, I feel water filling my lungs, Weights sitting on my chest And ropes around my throat. My mind racing
Does anyone else feel like they are useless? Did anyone else think they could be better? Does anyone else hate themsleves more than their enemies could hate you? Did anyone else think they were loved this whole time?
She took it away Stole my life source Confiscated my heart And all that connects me inside The wires and the lines That helped me reach a place A place where I could be happy
She with the lion's mane- She with her head in the clouds had always been one to suppress her thoughts in hopes to just fade in the crowds. As she grew, as she learned
I'm just soakingin itJust counting theminutesBlood stained water in the tubIt's hardly the time nowis itWhen you're breaking a
Love hurts they say It cuts you deep to the core, I'm told Remaining only is hurt and pain Loneliness and emptiness creeps its way
It reminded her of the way she felt The lonely clouds that is A feeling to be dealt Watching the endless raindrops collect
There is no dream without realityAnd no reality without a dream.Sometimes we dream a realityThen it is hard to realise It was just a dreamLet us be Honest and Never hide behind a Mask And enjoy our dreamsBut allways face reality.How Nice or bitter
her words struck me like lightning. passion and strength erupted from her booming voice. it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
Success is key In the golden sea that is opportunity. But in this endless sea, Would you ever help me find my sanity? Can't you see? You are the enemy.
May What are you doing alone these days? Sighing on windowsills and fogging the pane? Do you sleep with watchful eye?
Faith? Wht's that supposed to be? Believing in the path she's on she thought Even as all outside of me falls It's maintaining my sight Knowing what I believe I create in my life
Have you ever drowned in a dry space?
You are not alone, but your mind makes you think that way. What if you're actually alone, Just not accepting of the fact? Maybe. Maybe I am.
Dear God I know this is alot to ask I realize the universe you bear Of the multitudes clamouring your name Begging for the same solace I am about to beseech Hanging, high, out of my reach But dear God
It was in Creative Writing class that I first discovered my love- a true and faithful love-for the wonderful world of poetry. Before it was all just words to me. Words lined up like strange little
I am not hurting; My curse was the chance of anyone finding out. Finding out what I thought. Scared that my own thoughts, that knocked louder than any fist, would be heard.
YiN & yANg You cannot Control what plays on T.V. channels But you have a remote Control to change the channel. Recalling the imprisonment from harsh shackles
Slowly it flows through my veins Slowly it propels my desire As the passion that laid dormant Once again ignites You won't go anywhere, they said
Mindless A state of being without the mind A state I hope to never find For I cannot live without my mind
The only thing, that I need in this world, is me. My mind, my thoughts, my feelings, my knowledge. Without it, I am not alive. I couldn't reminisce about happy days,
What really sucks the most is when you pour yourself into one person who promises they won't leave, And as time goes on, You gradually drift apart by no fault of your own.
It seems like lately my life is ruledby ine's and isms, Words more dangerous than drugsand I fall in line because Ithink in rhymes and speak in clicheseverything to say in this world has already been saidso what difference does it make to think or
Slight ting from crisping golden beams, The mellow sway of palms rustles There leaves chirping Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle The sounds left beyond the tides. The oscillating sound
You tell me I'm complicatedBut you're the one to make it soLook at what you see up frontThat's all you need to know
Drip-drip, pitter-patterA steady pace to punctuate a thoughtTurns to a down-pour with a crack of thunderAnd a single thought becomes a roar
On the Island deserted there are many rocks, I’m sure But none of them is this one. This one isn’t from the Island. This one I already had.
Cherished thoughts are words seldom spoken - I love you. I miss you. I need you. But that's my own business - Surely I'll never tell.
What can't I live without? Some may say a tiny little screen that acts as a suitcase for our lives
It makes me sad when people make fun of black girl’s curlsBecause that’s all I ever wanted.My hair is curly too, but not curly enough to be coolor flat enough to be normal or white people hair.
How do you think that way? Not owning a thought in your head Like a parrot, repeat what other’s said Believing in lies Worried if you don’t, the spotlight dies
My body rejects the writing because writing is like an I.V. in my veins. It clears the venom out of my body and dries up the river of words in my mind. I do not want to be a skeleton
Time the ever cnstatn constant But Time seams to always be influx. If you are enjoying something it flies past Pulling the joy with it into the past If you are in pain it frags its feet
What is it to need something? Some people describe it as what you need to be happy. Others so that your heart keeps drumming. I, however, describe it as intangible. What I need may also be what I want
Stranded out at sea I have but one... One important question. What accompanies me? Who accompanies me? I must make my choice. This decision may make or break me.
Insomnia seems to grace me With his presence each night. Loneliness often deafens me With the words he left unspoken. Anxiety holds me hostage, Invoking memories I want to forget.
Yeah, I'm cryin' in bedwithout a line in my head, I'm deadbut you don't hear me cryin' or lying when i'm dying with dreadthis life burning instead while I reach ahead
If I am not beautiful, Will you care to see What lies far inside of me? If my skin is not tan, Will you care for my mind? Speak up young student! Are you creatively blind?
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
This feeling sining into my chest It feels as though someone has cut me open and poured in hardening cement I don't even know what is running through my brain I suppose now, I have really gone insane
Memories can be good and badRemembering can be the worst partThe good memories, you'd want them to lastThe bad ones, you want to leave in the past They might even hurt you so you keep them a secretAs for the bad memories, you don't think you
Kissing. Twisting. Turning. Melting. Loving. Thank you for reminding me who I am. Thank you for reminding me that Julie Andrews was right; now I will always have confidence that happiness will come again.
His eyes are full of warmth. Mine are nothing but stone. He pulls me into his chest and his lips graze mine. I feel his heart racing and I know the words are on the tip of his tongue. He says it.
"Final thoughts" With the my hours reaching their lastI prepare to end this life with a blastNot a blast in which refers toA joyous afternoon in the park with my familyMore in reference towardsTaking a 9mm straight to my cranium an
i watch you talk. do my eyes have a mind of their own? eyes twinkling, unreal stars. how are they doing that? you throw your head back and laugh.
Are you searching for meaning friend? Are you coming to your bleeding end? Do your wrists speak your bleeding mind, telling you your purpose is hard to find?
My mind is blank, My thoughts won't grow. I'm a bit tired, But I thought you should know The way I feel when I'm with you. But how do I feel? I have no clue.
To say I think of him often is a lie. zyo say thoughts of him run through my head over and over and over is misleading. The truth is, he never really leaves my mind.
I fell in love at a very young age It was a magical experience A beautiful romance With many enticing words I fought alongside the bravest kings and warriors I slayed the toughest beasts
I will not speak the words I think. This is the key, to the necessity of sanity.
The thought of you makes me smile, Listening to a song or seeing a couple holding hands and wondering why you can’t be with me. I want your touch in the most innocent way;
She's not sure which matters So as voices of conciousness and wisdom enter They only glide across her ears inquire at the door of logic's acceptance and are silently lead through the corridor
Somewhere between the changing color of porcelain white skin, to cherry red flesh My mind wanders I wonder if it’s that hotter water that hurts so good
My bones are led Weighing me down Onto this bed That isn’t swallowing me Fast enough And in my head Too many things Too many thoughts Are pouring in Desperate to be heard
To scream, I could only wish my mouth, forever silenced by duct tape and lead, remains a barrier between myself and the world between my heart and my head.
Cutting is art. Sometimes, you plan out what you want to see Sometimes, it come out of nowhere.
It’s always fun when something totally consumes you. When your mind goes blank and feeling lost becomes fun.
How can one word define infinite possibility. How can one sentence define a future. If it were up to me I would write a book. A feature length film. A memoir on the lives of each of us.
I don't like your parties I don't like your alcohol But I guess I'd rather be here than not at all. I don't like her I don't like the way she stares Cause I don't think I can compare.
Is this what you think I am? Strong? Can you not see past the fakeness of my smile? It is a fake lie. It is easy to see through. It isnt my fault I feel this way. You think it is? Walk at least one day with my mindset on life right now.
To love and peace in a world of blood and ruin To a new life in a world of no opportunity To truth among the hypocrisy
Don't let your guard down... Everyone is coming, hitting me left and right Fists of emotional fury, is there a way out? How did i come in? There might be a key... but what do i have to pay to get it?
How can you save someone that is mentally drowning? Drowning in a sea of anger hatred for themselves Someone that is mentally abusing themselves How can you save someone from cutting?
Your hands run through my hair Your piercing eyes searching mine For what, I do not know Nor do I know what you will find. Maybe you see the way I adore you My thoughts always wandering back to you
Chatter. Surrounded by people, yet I sit alone. Afraid to come undone Nobody will know how hurt I am If I don’t talk to them. To put on a mask I mustn’t let them know:
My thoughts are sinful. I am sinful. Yes I believe in god. Does sin really have that much of a connection with god?
Brown eyes, Black hair. Heart-shape lip, Unnerving stare. A young woman looks back at the mirror, confused. The long waves of her hair are cut to her shoulders, Her eyes empty and lost.
From week to week and day to day I’m one who never knows quite what to say. When typing a paper or composing a text It’s not hard; I know just what is next, But when I’m surrounded by enemies and friends
I have these feelings trapped inside that cannot be put into words.
Do you feel that?
Sometimes you pray to god things work out. Sometimes you wish upon a star.
I am who?
I'm probably want to be engulfed entirely By the darkness and lose all means of light that surround me. Maybe I was already swallowed by the dark and just choose to live in the light.
No, I don’t know I don’t know if I did “good” on the test. I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay. I don’t know what my grades are. I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.
I see a lot of women do this: They make their way down A flight of stairs,
This is not a suicide note
Give me a second and let me please think, Nothing in my poor mind is making sense. I can't close my eyes for more than a blink, And I do not know what all it has meant.
I bought a nice new pair of cotton sheets this week to replace my old pilled polyester sheets.
Listen to the sound Of the whisper of angels As they sing the angels song Happy are they On wings of love they fly Spread upon the sky With colors of array They do sway
My arms are long, My hair is wooly, no I am not worried because, Who will ever see? You know my back is strong and, Just as sturdy as it can be.. after
My pen falls short, lacking in gage Needingly etching and sketching away at the page My heart fulfilled in paper and ink Never speaking, only writing what I think Power in words, thought and ideas
So, your eyes are brighter than the moon And your smile causes my hands to shake. So, you're a vast ocean, A special treasure, Hidden in a tidal wave of So- you're beautiful, and your skin shines like
Power On. Channel One: A little girl plays outside, kickball, with her neighbors. They laugh and run. The sky starts to get dark, Curfew. She wants to finish the round; it’s her turn to kick.
if a mirror was placed before you and you cast your gaze upon it, what would you see? if the reflection that comes back is not yourself,
He put a razor inside my lunch pale Along with heads or tails I know he's hinting death As I hide behind my veil Need a pair of clippers To cut my cutthroat nails And I red pair of scissors
A strange affinity to male teachers One would suppose her sick No, not sick.. Maybe she liked the attention Of course such a surface observation was not correct She was a recovering addict
Plank the desk says.. Well he says nothing Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips In a cubicle called class
Away from the commotion, away from the dirty, suffocations of the city.
Away from the commotion, away from the dirty, suffocations of the city.
Me, myself anda piece of paperdecided to take onthe world.And so I wrote upon itsent it forthlet it fly freeout my window.I heard talk of it a year later
I will be forgotten. In not too many years (compared to how old the universe is) I'll probably be dust. I wont have anyone to hold because I'll literally be compost. Me, I will be compost.
I find beauty
An inspiration of words, whispered one last time; for a crowd of mouths to listen. An inspiration of sound, screamed with passed-on passion; for one to know, and many to hear.
Who lies beneath the ground this sacred night? There are eyes in this graveyard watching me. Perhaps searching out eyes is none quite right, For it is believed the dead cannot see.
When I was twelve, I was so down, Seemed so easy to put on a smile,Not everyone knew,
In the still of the night I cannot see, Low as the moon appears to be sinking Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear. Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
I'm pondering about life Contemplating about the future What's wrong or what's right? Am I significant or am I useless? My conscience tells me the truth Society is riddled with lies
I wonder when it will be easier to place the letters together. To form the letters into words, and the words into sentences,
I’m a big fan of stars. Stars have the ability to make you wonder and make you think. A million thoughts cross your mind when you’re looking at the sky, as if there was a different thought for every star.
drop the pen that doesnt write kill the sun that doesnt shine eat the melted chocolate cone
No additions, no subtractions, I am an ordinary woman Simply less gorgeous than what my pictures look like I am a woman with flaws With acne, small eyes, and facial hair Nothing too special about my body
It's late at night that I realize why I'm here,
Through the glass I look Searching for some answer Faces slanted into an opaque distortion Everywhere I gaze
I hate the things that reminds me of you I hate myself for thinking about you
Welcome to my thoughts where you get mugged in broad day light, robbed of your sanity until you gasp for air. Imaginations runs wild and my obsession with fantasy becomes rather obvious.
The crippling fate of reality has made me use a mask as my barrier
I think But nothing happens I tell myself to think But nothing happens I look around At the voiceless sound I try to think But I can not We can't think I can't think
Around me four [Walls] Surrounded by four [Walls] If they could speak What would they say?
When your run burns out and no one is around
i catch chances I need
It started with a book All good things start with a book I read the story that changed my way of thinking The way we are sheilded In this "accepting" society.
It feels like I'm blind and cant see, like I'm stranded in the middle of the sea, like I'm submerged under water and can't breathe, like my sarrows are an obvious fact that no one will believe.
If you know me by my presence, You know me by my appearance. If you know me by appearance, You probably don't know about my absence. If you know me by my absence, You don't know my reason.
An adventure so dangerous, it can kill so furious, it can destroy the mind,
Truth be told, I only saw what is real Because my heart is an open sore that I do not expect to heal. You see, a beaten and battered heart knows how pain feels So it lacks all remorse when it comes time to kill.
I feel like I always need to prove. impress. Which makes me feel consumed with stress. Everyday its school. Then rest. When can I break loose. and test Boundaries. limits ment for me to break.
Words being said About a world were there's only success or failure
I never let my mind be idle... Ebbs and tides play across... I let lyre chant melodies... Song birds haunt... White lilies flutter... Children prance... Adults labour... The rich accumulate...
Tell Me Again
Everyone needs to go away
Some people told me hell no.. Others said don't go down that road. Many got tired of me, And told me leave them alone And a few said wait until I'm ready.
Much Too Much
My forehead is a little too tall My nose is a little too there My face is round and my hair just does this thing I don't really care that insert celebrity name here is dating
Think not of it as a whirlpool in an empty tub of ice, Think of it as a riptide of rocks in a field of grass.
People always leave me Eventually everyone gets tired of the girl who is depressed for no reason I do And if I'm not cutting I'm not eating And if not that
That camera that you hold Will not capture my state of mind Beyond a flash, my thoughts last And adapt to the times
I suppose we all know one day we'll die to some of us that might sound like a sweet relief For others it may be a biggest fear. For some, Life has been hell For others much better
I’ve eaten my heart out in the rain,
Quiet MomentsIn the quiet moments when your mind goes astray
I am a series of syllables, Thrown together with whimsy and chance. I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
They are blind,
You wake up today Ready to fade away.
(9:27 am) Some people don't want to think? (10:04 am) Every moment is a fresh start. (5:52 pm) Home is anywhere you make it. (10:37 pm) You have to open up to others if you want them to open up to you.
my brain is scattered on the floor, walls, and ceiling, just like my pictures.
You crave the adrenaline The pain The feeling in which you cannot describe You sabotoge your life You push people away You hurt to feel Anything That makes you feel alive
We're space-candy mannequins, just suckers for human sin. Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world; only sweet until it's gone and you're left with that ache in the maw. I'm a space-candy mannequin,
I’ve seen society fall apart.
I see the light I’m crawling out
How long How Much how far So Strong Same Words Different Song
It's funny how when it came down to it Everything you did made you seem like a hero Like you could change the world with your words Like you could fix a cold with your hugs
Make me a fantasy out of all of the stars, just how deep do they pierce the skin?
Who is the girl b
There is no finish line There is no big success No more reason to run
In darkeness, there is light. In the rain, there is sun shine. So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease. For even through death is life.
I have this consistent habit, This overwhelming- Not desire, But force that pushes- Not pulls. Dragging me into overthought. Overthinking is the death for me- The thing that will drag me down.
I fall asleep with wandering dreams The colors are so vivid; I’m bursting at the seams I’m walking on endless thoughts
Thoughts of nothing In times of despair I see you strutting Like you don't see me here I wished to fly like a choir on high To live like a new being awoken To be sheet thin and soar the sky
I'm sorry I sleep When your eyes are open And your heart is wide
After hours Blinds shut, lights out Doors closed; Somehow
I'm breathing in And I'm already addicted again Your love is a drug I inhaled But now I'm breathing, Hard off of your love People notice the past me again
There are people who fall asleep at night without a care in the world, and then their are those who want to just be gone, no longer exist.
I am perfectly imperfect
The curtains open. The audience is silent. My heart aches. But the show must go on. Fake a smile. To hide my sadden frown. Fake a laugh. To conceal the tears I'm actually choking on. ...
Every Child has a wish.A tiny and small fragile wish.A wish that soon turns to a lie.In which the lie soon turns to a 'deed'Making it into a Secret. Sssshh...
Aren't I your favorite doll?The one you love and cuddle?The one whom you tell all your secrets too?The one...who sits in that corner and waits?
You wonder if it's all in your head. Why can't you run awayor cry for help? Once again, you are driven against the cold cement. You become paralyzed. Unable to move
I thought of you today but that's nothing new
Thinking Thinking Always thinking The thoughts I sometimes don't even understand They change the way that you are to fix your ideas into neat little boxes For control For they
Rolling out of bed Thoughts clouding my head Wishing I could take back the things that i've said Don't remind me of the cold stares, At times I cant regonize the person in the mirror
Rolling out of bed Thoughts clouding my head Wishing I could take back the things that i've said Don't remind me of the cold stares, At times I cant regonize the person in the mirror
For once in my life the storm around me matches the storm raging in my soul. For once in my life the puzzle pieces fit perfectly.
I am everything and everything is me I am what you make me but also who I decide to be I am life and life is me A small part of this world who dreams big But within me lies the universe
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep. The light and the darkness. And I found myself in it. Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty. But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
When did arts and crafts turn into powerpoints and drafts
It seems like I never know what I'm thinking thoughts are fleeting meeting and unweaving as they are leaving I wave them goodbye
Let your mind Bloom like a flower In spring. May your thoughts Grow fertile In soil of encouragement. Create a field of plenty Waiting to be harvest
I'm in a world of pain My best friend and my... ah! I can't stand this vain "Are you okay" Well yeah My heart just snapped And my friend is a dick While I just rapped Up my rage until I pick
Who is the girl behind the camera you might inquire I am not even so sure myself as to who I am I might be someone else, or something else,
The flash- The filter- It's how I hide. The picture that everyone sees isn't me though It's just a reflection of this person That yes looks practically like me
Fly away, fly away my pretty little bird Why won't you fly away? Your wings are torn, batered, and broke, why won't you fly away, way Why wont you fly away?
Abandonment... Insecurity Self-doubt Has paved roads Created an army Constructed a masterpiece. Instead of trapping Caging My conscience It's built and mustered forth courage
"Fireworks" you murmured That summer afternoon Wrapped in your arms on the couch A kiss that ended so soon It was my first with you Beforehand didn't matter
When you're a child
The scars that she has run so deep.
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.
What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
It is a place where nobody speaks
He lives where I can’t stay
I look up and see the stars above
Judge with thoughts in the dark shadows green Remember in mind what was forseen
Ocean tides and human emotions are so alike; Like how someone's heart changes over day and night;
When the sky is clear and the sun is out Your eyes are bright and bluer than blue. And when the sky is dark and grey So are your eyes And so is your mood And that's just how it is with you.
You walk into an empty room. As empty as the body inside it. All that remains in the room is Air... Space... Time... Walls. The walls stay there, completely still But they surround you
Here I am again My filter is gone and I am here to write There is nothing I could write that has not been written already, Unfortunately I must be satisfied with wording and rewording the unoriginal.
This world is a neverending puzzleI have yet to solve;Tossed around haphazardly,There's no chance to evolve.
Written by: Juwuan Dennis We the people. Land we people live on. Live on and let live. To waste time is throwing away a clock. Because the tic won't toc. Cure Unfindable by even a doc.
Sometimes there comes upon me The desire to spill words from my lips An aching and a sad debating for myself To be heard. I want you to know that I try my very best To use "Proper grammar,
A mind that works in essays Ridden with typos and words ommitted accidentally But as time goes on
You assumed that it was always me me. You assumed that it was my fault You assumed that I was shellfish.
A true emptinessis a forsaken goodbye.A missing pieceshields the truth.The only clarityhovers the unknown.The ultimate lightnessis existence.
The lost get found
I ride with the waves
My beautiful little girl, From the moment I knew you were, I couldn’t think straight anymore. To know that my soul had found
I’d change the homophobia, the fear and the hate, The suppression of expression we face each day, The way they look at us as though we’re not quite right,
Let me straddle your mind Let me lay on top of your thoughts Rubbing & caressing each care away Interrupting them with each touch & feel I can open you up, to love, lifting you up Giving you a high
Feel the vibe flowing through my veins Opening a never-ending wealth of spiritual domain So mentally taxing I can't help but wonder what will remain
These thoughts are evergreenThe flesh is never leanMy pen is dripping blueThe search is always new
Anger is… Danger It’s a cruel thing that hurts Rather than help It causes wars It causes sores It causes people to act out violently When they should be acting passively Curse words, punches,
Time. People. Dreams. Times change
There are times I scream out to the stars, Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas, Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases, Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
Your writhen thoughts had unexplainable august about them, I wonder from what this could stem? They have remarkable semblance to knotted fingers, The way each twines into my mind and lingers, Drawing me in,
That's a start - in the room of my heart. My thoughts do not contain certitude, For there stands before me a physical facsimile Of you. Except lacking your attitude. Your timorous tone, You threw,
When I say “I love you”, I mean it I know it’s right
AND ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS ARE YOU OKAY OR DO YOU MERELY SAY YOU ARE TO AVOID WEIRD GLANCES AND LONG AWKWARD TALKS ABOUT FEELINGS THAT DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXCEPT ENSURE THAT YOU WILL NEVER TALK TO ANYONE AGAIN ARE YOU OKAY OR DO Y
THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO KISS MY OWN WOUNDS EVEN THOUGH I STILL SOMETIMES PRETEND THAT IT IS YOUR LIPS AND YOUR HANDS AND YOUR WORDS AND YOUR LOVE BUT I AM THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS WILLING TO MAKE ME BETTER RIGHT NOW AND I A
I NEED RESCUING OVER AND OVER AND AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE I CANNOT REACH ALL THE WAY DOWN MY THROAT AND PULL THE WEED OUT ROOTS AND ALL SO IT GROWS BACK AN INFINITE NUMBER OF TIMES UNTIL I AM CRYING AND IT IS SLOWLY KILLING ME AND
WHAT I DONT UNDERSTAND IS WHY IS LOVE SO READILY AVAILABLE TO SOME PEOPLE BUT SO HARD FOR ME TO ACCESS WHY IS IT SO EASY FOR ME TO LOVE OTHER PEOPLE BUT HARDER THAN HELL TO LOVE MYSELF AND WHY IS IT OKAY THAT I CAN SO COMPLETELY IN
PINK LIPS AND A TONGUE MADE OF FIRE AND CRACKED TEETH LIKE AN OLD PORCELAIN SINK THIS IS WHY I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD THIS IS WHY I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOUR BLOOD FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I TRY TO CUT IT OU
BECAUSE YOU AND I ARE LIKE ASHES FALLING INTO THE BATHTUB WATER OFF OF THE END OF YOUR LIT CIGARETTE AND I AM SO SAFE AND YOU ARE SO DANGEROUS AND WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER YOU TRIP LIGHTLY FROM THE FLAMES AROUND YOU AND FIZZLE OUT IN M
I am hardwired to feel every emotion so deeply that I have to rip holes in my skin to let them out and I am not human enough to be considered alive on the other side of it all
IT IS ELEVEN FIFTY EIGHT ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT AND I AM LYING IN A HOTEL BED WITH YOUR NAME ON MY WRIST STARING AT THE CEILING AND IM TRYING SO FUCKING HARD NOT TO CRY BUT HOLY SHIT I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU LIKE HELL AND I D
Sometimes we find that our lungs collapse, our minds wrap around the idea of relapse. We fall to the ground and gasp for air, why, oh God, is this life not fair? With hands on our hearts and a knot in our chest,
"Listen?" [I can never quite tell you What it is I want to say When you speak over me, Air passing through my lips
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak. Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
Moving slightly to the left And then slightly toward the right. Putting all my effort on the table And dancing away the night. Giving all I’ve got to give And trying not to see what’s in sight.
I have a million sentences Brewing Swirling in my minds teapot Spinning in circles, Steeping Waiting to be poured Out Into your cup,
Sleeplessness encapsulates my thoughts Riddles holes into confident Tarps Roofing Windbreakers Breaking wind all over my Overjoyed Overstimulated
Deep darkness held onto the fragile heart she carried within her chest- unspent tears in her eyes a mind that would never stop but a brain that had died. The slow beating of a broken soul
sometimes I'm grateful that nobody is here to see me type my soul hoping at the same time that somebody nobody will see it I worry that it's strange to say
Who am I? Who do you think I am? Who do I want to be? Who was I in the past? sometimes it's hard to tell the difference a hodgepodge of memories that sometimes i can't tell
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message It's nothing I'm nothing At least to him... But what if we did Look each other in the eyes Remember each other at night
Up and down and up, up, upRunning around until I'm shut upScreaming and fightingThere is no endUntil I'm shipped awayThat's when the anger blew away
I want you to be mine
These are shadow times We stand on wobbly knees The cracking in our voices This the beginning of the end We are lost without the cause This is our long-awaited redemption
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
If only I had a boat, so I wouldn't drown in my thoughts, and I could sail away.
Lying awake while nosie in the background fills the space in my mind, putting off the feelings I've felt on the surface to bring the dark ones to light I'm scaring myself tonight
My funeral was empty, my gravestone was bare The flowers that were meant for my mourning, were never there
I'm just a body made up of atoms. In the grand scale of life I am small.
Out in the city where th people throng, lay the spirit of nation, out in the hearts of those who protest lay justice, fervently,restlessy,endlessy demanding from us and for us
Sometimes, the hardest part about being heard Isn’t being heard It’s getting the word From your thoughts To your mouth And from your mouth To the outside world It all starts with a dot
Who do I want to be? A very complicated question. First, I suppose,I want to be a girl that's not lost in her own sea One that isn't conflicted with self repression I want to be one filled with laughter
It is wet and rancorous and my new leather shoes would feel the worst of it long before I got to class. I stopped, before exiting, to appreciate the mighty storm – and open my umbrella.
The future is a monster is a monster in my head, I can lose focus of the curriculum that I once though was a load of shipped work. The future is the demon that provokes my stress.
All I wanted was to feel wanted. I thought you felt the same way, but the feeling wasn't mutual. If anything, it probably never was. Out of it all, I was probably a piece of ass.
Day in and day out Your name pops into my head Memories of your touch, smell, and taste Haunt me at night Wishing and hoping you'd come back That you's realize that I still love you
Raw thoughts filled
Fragments of memories come back in flashbacks as I lay in bed at night. Pictures of happiness and hurt. Joy and pain. Love and loss. The good and the bad.
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women. That doesnt make me strong though This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
Sometimes I want someone to hold me with no reason to just because you want to love me
Don't let go of me I'm like a canoe in this raging sea I'm trying to make it in this world But I just keep on getting hurled No one seems to understand They make me feel so bland
How could you say that you love your kids when you treat your
Things I want my daughter to know - feel comfortable and confident going a day without makeup. A day when you have errands to run or have to stop into work for a bit.
The tiny tears slide down her face Alone and hopelessly Searching for a single trace Of whom she used to be Carefree, innocent girl Untouched by the evil unseen Now corrupted by the world
You’re looking out your window tonight So many things running through your mind You feel like you’ve lost who you are You want to find your way back to the start But you can’t, oh no, you can’t
Am I not good enough for them?Is who I am not who they want me to be?They want me to be this plastic, perfect figure that I don’t seeAnd they need to know, they need to know
I’ve seen apart of me I didn’t recognize. Through my eyes I saw how my reactions to your actions, made me low, low point on the scale, I’ve inhale, what you’ve exhaled to me.
A great tree with massive boughs, Sends its roots to the center of the earth. It does not move or sprint about, But dreams of things in silence with mirth. A great tree with sturdy ancient trunk,
sitting in the broken land. surrounded by dead memories of lost friends. family and friends are all dead, the ties to my history have no thread. i lay motionless, cry towards beauty and sonnetts to the grave,
In this torturous classroom I sit in row 5, seat 3 and to my right in row 4, seat 3 sits the most beautiful boy I've ever laid eyes on. Every time we make eye contact I feel a rush of warmth
makeup is a breakup and makeup is a lie
I had a secret that I did tell I told the pen, it kept it well, But then I told it to mankind And my condemnation I had signed. On a page the words will stay Small and silent they obey,
This body is not an apology This blacked out mirror This blacked out skin This skin like shadows This shadow makes noise This "bitch don't make noise"
I feel like I am drowning, like I am suffercating under the silence, under the last breath I breathe
Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?
every night I rest my head,I rest it sometimes on a bed,my head is resting but my mind is racing,my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,I have so much to think about,
Life, too often, is rushed. No time to waste, no time to relax No time to even say good morning " Tick-Tock " says the clock! Everyone's gotta be somewhere Rush, rush, rush Rush to school
The fact that evil is stronger than good is evil itself. Why must good be weaker than evil? Why must death me faster than creating life? Why must bullies be stronger than nerds?
It seems these days the only way to be considered for anything is to be a battered, broken, shell of a person. The scholarships, the colleges, they want survivors They want the best storyBut what about me?
In 2023, a ship called Mars One will depart from the surface of the earth and never return. It will fly forty million miles to a place where human kind has never set its heavy foot.
Welcome to the Theater of My Mind.
Does it matter that I come from a poor family, or that I am bi-racial? Does it matter that I went to private school, on tuition assistance?
Beating down bright upon me—oppressively, oh, the brute Insouciance all-encompassing within and around
I have this addiction.
My mind filled with so many thoughts Heart filled with hurt that won’t stop So young but forced to grow so fast No time to be a kid or dwell on the past Within an instant my life began to crumble
You’re not my friend You’re a frenemy You used my shoes My towels My clothes My Dial I thought you were true You only hang around cause
I want to die. For this feeling I can no longer bare. The rage within my soul has consumed my whole being. The terror and horror of hell has revived and rejuvenated in my soul.
She called upon me to aid her, to stop the crying. Her crying is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line. I’m no savior, but I’m the only one left to care.
I am lucky. There are things that are mine that others don't have. Healthcare. Family. Home. Dreams. Car. Education. Freedom. Future.
You function, I function, Robots to the requirements of the world, we are. Expectations as well as realizations. We break, our mind reaches far. That unexpected change in fate Midnight coffee, stay awake.
My heart aches and breaks as you walk away Reaching out my hand in hopes that you'll hold it once more
Just because we sit alone doesn't mean we're sad. Just because we dont talk doesn't mean we're mad. Just because we dress wrong and not accordingly, See, we choose to resist conformity.
Why do I work here? I'm hungry, where is the food? What's the WiFi code?
My skin burns where your hands once were like acid on light flesh. I've taken four showers today to try to wash away the pain but your handprint stays on my porcelain skin.
yeah, yeah Life once felt simple and complete but now grown up nothing feels the same I always feel frustrated and angry life was never ment to be this way
your mind is a garden,blooming with rosy memoriesand wisdom whispered by wise men.tend it with gentle confidence,water it with pure self love.
Don't forget about what I did for you all the crap I put up with to make you happy all the tears I cried when you hurt me all the memories we created for all the world to see
It takes time to make a mind impervious to cold and kind. Not one to fail because I never try, knowing all too well it takes time to die.
Listen as I grow old the Gov's mask slips and expose a past. I learned so many things that concerns me. In all honesty this world is breaking apart. My poetry is picking up the debris.
I walked with my head down Noticing every crack in the ground In order to keep from falling. I walked like that for years Until the day I looked to hard at the ground And ran right into you.
Prisoner of Words Unsaid For so long For so long I've been a prisoner A life sentenced prisoner for a crime they committed for me Like Alicia Keys "I'm a prisoner of words unsaid
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.
From his majestic Office, he reads the anonymous letter... "There's alot of speculations going round About a tightrope walker balancing without a song. He shifts his weight from side to side
I love you more than words can say.
No thank to mani-pedis I'll pass on the spa Spend your paycheck on produce
Wasted freedom adjourned by the linguistically-challenged society. A wreckage in my brain driving me to the point of insanity, manicuring each segment to be
i want to live.
What makes my brain tick? It happens when my thoughts just click. Through my eyes, I can see A great big world in front of me. My mind helps me make the right choice To help me find my own voice.
When you realize that nothing you do matters to you, take a step back and do something that does. When you see someone struggling, respect them for their effort and thank the earth
Now before you decrease judgment, Heres some words yo
Usually things pop up in my mind But suddenly they disappear through time I always think I know what I want But sometime I don't I'm young, confused, and alone What do you expect coming from a youngan
As I sit here looking at the moon I wonder if you are too And for a second I consider Are you thinking of me As I am you?
Isn't it strange how a place a person or a belief can become so foreign or distant that you start to question if it ever existed as you thought in the first place?
Sun set after rise Gazed upon by tons of eyes Here, the sea line dies
If a boy sinks to his knees
As the night settles, it begins. Slyly, creeping deeper into my psyche Darkening, the rims of my thoughts. Slowly, swallowing my heart in captivity. As the shadows crawl, the creaking floor boards
I was born and you were four you looked to me as an enemy Never saw the blood we shared since we came from two of the same
My soul bleeds onto the paper with each word released from the pen in my hand. In a dark room. An empty room. Only me and the voice inside my head—or is it the voice inside my heart?
Trust me, you don’t want to know The thought that just flew through my head A game of quid pro quo with the status quo This cache of nostalgia makes my dread drop dead I keep craving for resolution
There is a countless number of thoughts in my head Some I share and others I hide away instead I have thoughts about love I have thoughts about hate
I have always been the one left out. I would speak, but i was never heard. I would stand up, but get slammed down. With all the unheard words and the put downs.
All I can see is long sleeves, lipstick stains and makeup masks hiding marked skin, chapped lips,
They call me a gift That when I was born i saved their life That Nikolas has left 6 months after the tragedy That I was born with a responsibility That I should be a light Here I am now,
The girl lies on a cot -- The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes. With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body. Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
You can find me where the dust sparkles in the window from the sun's rays You can find me- there I'll be hiding beside the curtain blending into the wall
When I’m lonely in a world of my own, I often think of you. I imagine the way you hair never fell into the right place and how that was my absolute favorite thing about you.
Why is it that mankind can never truly find happiness? It can be grasped for brief moments in time before it disappears once
I say I’m a writer, but how would they know When each line and verse I’ll never show? Each word loops endlessly through my head a catchy tune, not sung but said Still, the words can’t leave my mouth
Love can be a chore-My heart is made of steal
I just wish that I could be myself, you know?
"Roses for sale!" He said with a smile, But scoffs were only paid. "For your sister? Your brother? Your mother, Your lover?" But love, nowadays, Isn't shown in this way.
Why am I nor happy? I have such a big porch for me alone. I have the life that no one else owns. I have gold that no other holds. Why am I not happy? I have all I want, But something stands.
Not Stagnant By: Eric Turner
How can we forget, the endless times we cried because we were full of regret, We never meant to say the things we said, it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head, intentially no,
You didn't vote for him? You're discriminating. No, Im not. I just find his views incriminating. You don't have a right to carry guns but my body guards do. Did you just call me a terrorist because i don't think like you?
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
Like the eternal night And the ethereal day My mind cannot stop, Its brakes made of glass. Thinking consistently, Delicate matters only. Like ancient clockwork,
This war has no glory There are no heroes No knights in shining armor No sides Just yourself You hold the sword And you hold the shield You can ride off on your horse
Heart beating out of my chest As it calls to me I cover my ears but the sound increases It never leaves Always an echo I try to hide but there's no escape It follows me
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write. I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light. Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers. It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
Times almost up.
We're so young, In a world so old. We think we know what we want, And what we need. We form dreams, And run after them. However, Sometimes while we're running,
Sculpted from minerals and then the spirit flows,
Father.. Can you hear me? Does my words matter? My mind runs with questions that you left unanswered. Left alone..Confused.. Unwanted.. I thought you loved me? I can only be lied to so many times.
"It’s fine, don’t worry about it." Are always the first words to come out, "It’s all in your head, you’ve got this." While wanting to spill your lunch on the floor. Hands shake and arms quake,
I sing and feed my soul. I dance and sing at my pleasure, Turning and observing the stars in the sky. Counting more than my seventeen years, deep wonder fills my eyes.
My thoughtsGo crazy. They wander,They go in circlesMaybe that's the reason for the blackCircles underneathMy eyes.My eyesStare out the window as my thoughtsUnderneathThy skin wanders.
Why is life so unfair?
I wonder what it’s like to go through the death of a loved one. A lifelong friend, a sibling, a parent, a lover. One day here, the next gone. Maybe there were warning signs, maybe there were none.
I watch from inside as the afternoon breeze flows through The lush green leaves of the overhanging trees out front I hear from my desk the hum of airplanes flying high And the snap of the flag in the sky to the side
I have a dad, but I don't have a fatherI am a child without a Father
Stand Up Wake up with that dreadul feeling.
Peak into my mind, you'll see madness You'll see me trying to make things add up ME, trying to cope with this inner sadness My dangerous mind Its thoughts unruly They pray for my demise
I waited for you ever since you set a smile on my face. I will wait for you as my heart races. I want to say "I Love You", but I am scared. Maybe that is why I think the world is unfair.
like the flower, so blooms inspiration. roses only grow from fertile clay... thoughts, from a fecund imagination. insights spring from fruitful contemplation while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
A weed in a lawn full of grass. A disturbance an annoyance Ugly and fowl.
Love isn’t a voluntary feeling. It doesn’t allow any breaks or rest. But love allows healing,
Oh my dear, I can hardly wait.Soon we two shall dance with the teasing belladonna hoping to ensnare us bothYou have been too long without a partner, but you have been beautiful
You’re so mesmerizing; you’re the definition of desire. My heart throbs at the sight of you. You’re layered with sensitivity and covered in morality, which defines you.
I don't like it. Not at all, I don't appreciate this. This immense hatred, and dislike. That is all towards me. Why? I must ask why... Why am I the target, of all, Your hatred?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About what I want with my life. What ending. About myself as an older woman. Scared of my own reflection.
Remember when I made her smile? Lips parted like you haven’t seen for some time. Those thoughts The ones that plagued her mind. Those that caused her to pick up the yellow bottle. Empty it.
I look at you, And all I feel is disgust. You mock me, Capturing me in your everlasting frust-stration. I look at you, You mentally batter and abuse. Do you enjoy it?
You said you would always be there. You said you would never hurt me. You said you would always protect me. You said you would always be in my life, No matter what. You said you cared about me.
I feel as if we are a family of trees with no water Slowly dying from being so dry and broken down When is the sky going to be bright and yet full of darkness for a shower to bat us?
Usually (8) hours of sleep should be enough-
I am living but I'm not alive Everynight I let myslef cry I go to sleep hoping to never wake up I am living but I'm not alive I've gone through things and I wish I died I wake up but I'm still dead
Nothing I do can make me forget you, Everyday is your smile on my mind and your touch on my cheek, your eyes on mine as if we look away we'll go blind.
Have you ever lay silently still and listened to the sound of an orchestrated piano solo play peacefully in your ears and wonder how something seemingly so simple can be so beautiful?
A deep breath, inhale..exhale, a deeper thought follows.
As she sits to write, so many thoughts cloud her subconscious.
I am stuck in a very confined place Where there are decisions I need to make But no one can understand my true face As I proclaim out loud “it’s a piece of cake” With these thoughts my head spins frantically
l Laying amongst these sharp blades
Momma told me nobody would understand me... I remember on day in the black light momma told me to old on tight...
Grief is a war.
Inside my head, I mean a little more. Inside my head, Personality is at war. I dream to be outgoing, Both pretty and sweet Everyone wants to be my friend When I'm inside my head.
You treat water better than your own blood.I might as well be mudAm I a disappointment to you?I don't feel our relationship is trueBirth certificate says your my motherBut seems like your just another
To have a forgotten dream, it's like to have forgotten your way,
Yes I did it, now it's time to go and get my recognition,
I always wanted to bethat girl;too brilliant to resisttoo pretty to dis,that girl that stops trafficwalking down the street.That's the pretty girl, I wanted to be
My mind constantly clouded by her thoughts of despair.
Dear, (Fill In the Blank), I decided the “check the box that applies to you” on the form, was not for me. So I’m writing over the boxes. I filled out my address, my name, typed in the codes,
It isn't just 26 letters put together
"Why must love feel like a heart attack"?Some may sayCausing our hearts to sputter one final beatThump, thump, shhDifferent types of love lause different types
I miss him
Breaking down the sullen streets the things at night that no one sees the bravely fought, the coward won the poor old man who gave his son this nation's heart, its duty calls
Somehow I always end up failing. No matter how hard I try there is always something Something that prevents the desired outcome i always hope for I've always had this problem Not being able to talk right
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
Create, created This is how I think Imagine, design, plan, do Thoughts then become things
Where has the privacy gone? From homes separated by a large canvas Of green grass and long fences Now walls sit not a feet from walls Where voices can clearly be heard And privacy has dissipated into the
Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock, the way in which my brain, gives way to thought, thought, thought. One notion to another, associations then connect, it brings about my fears,
I mean I realize when I'm writing that it's really
Think. Right now. What's on your mind?
whatever I think becomes what I do yet those things which I wish never come true. the sun on this morning lies bright on the faces
The day slowly darkens so have my thoughts Your presence inviting but not inviting enough I run after you and stop right and then I turn around and forget you again
A world with and without you The perfect hue of your eye color
I am holding a bladeUp to my wrist In the knife all I see is lies upon liesBut then I see youAnd your little blue eyesYou say put the kinfe down AuntieOr I will crySo I put down the kinfe
Abandoned once again Find strength, confidence, when? Smile when you're sad Cry when you're happy Nothing makes sense thoughts overlapping Long gone from this world Heart broken, lost, hurt once more
I don’t know what life is..
Do not show jealousy in the light of a mischievous mirror For that same mirror will glare back at you in madness.
These walls are too white These lights are too bright What am I doing with my life? I could be out there In the warm summer air Where has my courage gone?
I just heard the saddest story
The only thing she's held accountable for is the heart she's mended
Close eyes, see your dreams Close mind, feel our beams Hover night, why it is so long One shake, one shiver The night, will be cold Inisght, none will be seen Tickle Tickle Tickle
I wonder more and more how the world worksSome simple things like how those girls twirkAnd those big question of whyLike why did you never get to say bye?I wonder am i making you proud
My emotions have change for the ever more its become so much more. The obstacles i face that is in my way, seems not to be a problem, oh how my life has change, with you right next to me,
It seems as though I'm often taking steps backwards,
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
Sometimes, in times when I find myself in need of it; I stand, or sit, or lay, just... staring. Staring at the walls, the ceiling, the floor,
What I Hate I hate when people discriminate I hate it when some people be invading my space What I Hate I hate when people pick in their nose in front of me
Long legs sprawl across a desk, And eyes gaze tiredly at nothing. What is life? I wonder as I nibble at the end of my pencil, And the subliminal voice whispered in my brain.
according to my tattoo artist my paper is skin thin my skin is paper thin. thin skin means more scarring means shitty tattoos. i am not capable of holding ink.
you press roses into your wrists and hope the sweet smell mends the broken skin back together. plant daisies in the ashes of your burnt out thoughts, this is all too much.
is it a heaviness? do you feel like you can't breathe? like honestly there is nothing much keeping you alive and you don't know why. it is just a sadness that goes into your bones and makes it hard to get up in the morning.
"your body is the house you grew up in" he used to tell me, "all the paint may not be fresh and there are cracks in the doors but they make you more comfortable to live in, my dear"
i never had your heart, you never placed it in my hands. but i just want you to know that i could handle it. not that you'd ever decide i'm strong enough to, but just in case you ever wondered.
I write because it is my tactic of escape From this cold world filled with violence and rape
Am I doing the right thing? Does it really matter if I hurt someone? Honestly I could do not care how they feel. I do what I want when I want to. No regrets, no hesitation.
I am a scapegoat
The pieces never fit to begin with. Given fragments of things that don't match; they weren't even close... Wanting rain for every moment, lost in a place with no way out,
The cold wind feels dead and grim but the warmth of her arms awaits him. He moves foward as if chaising a dream.
He is often my 3 AM thoughts and lie there hoping that I am his.
At first I thought that I was the only one It felt as if a part of me were gone And I did not know why So at nights all I did was cry What was the cause? After so long why now?
I'm the kind of person who worries about leaning my seat back in airplanes.
Everyone around me is so happy,I smile with them
Thoughts zing here and there But I don't know exactly where I ponder life and all that matters What if everything shatters I see life change all around You can see it in the trees and on the ground
continuing to search for solutions for the involuntary kill all similar triangles dead-eyed squinting in traffic public television blasting from the T.V.
Thoughts are Drowning me In my head A pool Of lies And conspiracies Not stopping Until I have sunk But I know how to swim Memories are Burning me
Words escape me when I think too deeply for far too long. Sometimes I contemplate whether the things I inspire are wrong. A perfection to acheieve in the world of precision.
So many competitors, not enough prizes I hope to seek a win in some of my suprises My ambition to win is higher than most Although I've been passed by as if I'm a ghost
I don't quite know If the masks I wear Fit Me. I'm not sure if the
I would kill for a pill that would make me feel, So happy inside, Fill me with pride and confidence, If someone offered it to me, I'd happily agree to take it with me,
Tonight I have never seen the stars so bright So vast, so full of light I lie on my back, a frail, pale hand reaching toward the heavens Counting the stars, numbering in sevens.
My thoughts painted the mid night sky red and vibrant colors to show them i still hope.
She walks by him and he notices her, She turns to face him He smiles sweetly at her and notices her radiant beauty She smiles back and she notices his charm Her eyes are like emeralds His like sapphires
STOP. Stop doing what everyone thinks is cool. Do you... Don't make fool.
They live inside my mind take shelter in all its corners weave themselves in my veins and race each other to my mouth dodging the filters of my teeth they slide down my tongue
Sure, a cr
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
There I was, yet there I wasn'tFor they neither saw me or knew where I hidThe shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captiveI feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I didAlas, they still call me
This girl, she lives a normal life everyday, she wakes up, gets ready and goes to school. She is physically there but not mentally or emotionally.
Doth thy wonder, In thy sleep, Of a place where dreams come true, And your heart be forever at ease?
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.
Mind over matter but I question who do I matter to, now a days I prey for better days but I feel as if the whole world has dropped the thought of me ever existing, remembering reoccurring events that's in prisoned my mind is captivating my will t
Can you feel the weight of my bones? Can you taste the sound of my thoughts? Please, I beg of you, listen and listen closely because you will hear nothing as sad and nothing as joyous as my thoughts for you.
I struggle to put the words in my head Down on paper. Words hold power, and mine would stir The minds of those who thought they knew me. Other worldy, inter galactic thoughts.
My tears of sanity Grinded by hell Drag through bones and dust Continuous battles Thrown to the ground
I was once toldThat we are all made of stardust.Some doubt this theory,But I can testify of its truth.
she exhales a barely audible whisper dissipating slowly through the drifting currents of the wind and with that solitary spoken word hardly a sound that
Though her lips say she doesn't, her eyes say she still does love him. She looks at him like she looks at no one else. It's cliché, but her eyes do sparkle and light up
each day I think about what you would say ifI told you'I miss you.'how you would react ifI grabbed your hands andlooked into your eyes like we used to do. where your arms would be if
Hollow Ghost of Red Heart Ominous with frantic rage Yet vindictive under the Vail Luminous as starlight nights
Breathing Just Fine Held under water Gazing upon him We fight for a way out The sea blue runs black
It's nine A.M.. You're awake, but you don't leave your bed because you have so much to do,
Parfois, il est vraiment difficile de dire avec vous,
I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
soft and furry try not to scurry sizing up a lion we are not buying no need to freak the point is bleak we live among you its true the name you gave us
I don't really know if my thoughts stay in my headThe thoughts that find me while I sink into my bedThey corner me, distract meNever leaving me a day
Days, Weeks, Months, They pass. And I wait. I wait on you. I wait on a FaceTime, A call, Some word. But you don't call. You don't FaceTime, You send no word.
I believe that once I was a beautiful being A being meant to live amongst the stars Worshipping one God and helping nature also praise Him I once believed I could've moved mountains,
Homeless individuals sleep with dreams of what they used to be Now they have moved on leaving the new generation drowning sea to sea No education, no temptation, to get a dream fulfilled
The time has come, my choice is made This life is cruel and humanity has no hope
I've been told these same things before But never quite in this way
I can't tell the difference between my dreams and reality anymore Everyday I wake up and yet I'm never really here I find myself living within the parallels of a world that loved me unconditionally
I've gotten so used to the rain that I hardly feel it anymore It's liek a friend giving sweet, sweet caresses Letting me know everything is all right The cobble stone sidewalks that trip me on my walk remind me
All of my cells exploded and were remade from starlight
I sit and I stare intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids Like blinds I shutter out the most of it, and trickling down are little specks of dust Closer I look
Calling my name a thousand times Until I focus Look in the mirror Tell me what you notice
I’m that girl That’s a fly on the wall. That girl that tries to do good things But doesn’t get noticed at all. I’m that girl that no one sees when her friends are near
It is strange that I had never touched a cigarette until I had remembered how the taste would linger in my mouth after I had kissed you?
I lie here, here alone In silence, sweet silence. My thoughts go Ever on, ever on
Like the rising excitementfor a special daysoon to come,And the first dayI held a puppy.Like the butterflies flutteringaround in my stomachon the first day of school,
I've been known to think endlessly of the sun, burning so hot it feels like hellfire setting my heart aflame and searing through my veins. to obsess over the future,
I try to find myself, but I've been lost for forever. It's like I'm going in a circle so you'd think I'd know better. I'm somewhat lost in a trance, I can't find myself. Took 34 pills disregarding my own health.
The sickled sling which cast doubts beckons from the blackened light. An inevitable dream that awakens me abruptly, haunts my ever waking moment.
The light flashes. Blinks, constantly, in the dark room.
What we wanted to be so badly as a child Has slowly become reality What we yearned for with our friends, Creeped up on us without warning I, was 5 small and blind to the world and life
Everyone, everywhere love me, desire me Let me be in all of your wet dreams and fantasy men, women, all alike I need to feel loved and wanted. if I wasn't so careful I would allow
Could you in that dense mind of yoursHave ever dreamed a world so greatSo filled with beauty and passions
The people act like they know me. Act like they know what it's like to be "free". Freedom? What a fucking joke. Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.
What a tremendously frightening sight, I try to contain my furious might, As I look up to the stars in the night, I realize that I am nothing. I see water cascade down the rock with mold,
I don’t understand where this is going. Where are you taking me exactly? The way I see it, This has become an endless cycle Repeating itself, Leading to a dead end each time.
the good definitely die young
This is the name you were born with,
I think about it every time, It's all I think about, How to kill; and when to kill, Knife of rope? I search for a blade to slit the ever flowing blood; cascade,
If I suddenly disappeared, No one would notice.. If I slipped away for a year, No one would care. So the point in being here ?? None given. No point of existing. No point of living.
I can't look at you smiling Laughing with you is confusing My best friend such comfort But I feel so unsafe now Your touch so overwhelming To smile, sigh, flinch, or cry I desire your grip and kiss
I wait and I falter, I'm going to suffocate, unable to breath, shaking, I cry silent tears but they make an impact, rushed away, well I tried to hold it at bay, but my conscience made me unable,
Loneliness is such a bitter-sweet word Who else to you know better than yourself? The more you're alone, the more you know About what makes you tick. Yet, what if there's things best unknown?
Sometimes when trying to protect Someone else from getting hurt Something’s got to give, usually your heart For the best you toughen up
Blinded By Lust, Heart Full Of Mistrust, What Does He See Really, What Do The Other Men See, See So Special In Me? Why Do They Chase Me?
I Am Self-Discipline. Brilliance. Dedication. I Am Beautiful. Young. Emancipated. I Am Success. I Am Blessed.
Innocence captured by the hands of evil, A life stolen, that can never be returned.
If, I had only awakened only to see the one I have been so desperately and passionately Been waiting to embrace, To let known as it has always seen Not as it has always been perceived
My heart burns hottest flames blue My body sweats being in the sun My mind's lost my heart's empty All my emotions now disperse For now my heart hurts A flash of an image And my mind suddenly works
Something is missing, Each day that passes it is like I am breaking just a little more. My head spinning Thinking of all the memories. It is very easy to get lost in my own mind. When I look for a way out,
In all my 19 years,Through fears, cheers, and massive clears,I would have never imagined I'd be sitting here mirrored.
Dont believe everything that reaches your ears. Living day by day with all those fears. Ever falsehood that mocks you. Every whisper that wipes the smirks from their faces.
I wake up and fall asleep to the same thing on my mind Unfortunately, this something does not go away with time. These thoughts are the farthest things from being kind
It sucks to be alone Rather be alone than with deal with fakes Bestfriends??? I'm not sure they exist Not talking to many people Is something very rare Having to deal with things alone
I once met this girl, She was always boucing along happily, Playing without a care in the world, She had friends and extremely great family,
I wander lonely around, As I watch the world move as fast as lightning. I watch those that fall leisurely get up and move on, unbound, While I'm stuck in the black hole I once found shiny.
Life is all stick and stone. Looking out across recent life's sea, Or shall I say looking in, I'm looking at what used to be. I'm not excluded from that life and its kin.
Intrigued by your mystery, captivated by your suspense, but you're Forbidden. Like eve nothing can stop this desire, you radiate Temptation.
As I sit staring at the "fasten seatbelt" light overhead
I want to go deep in your thoughts and explore every inch of your mind
I feel so alone. I could just cry
One day she'd be happy And the feelings that once made her cry Would be filling the words with memories
I feel cold. Colder than someone should feel. I want to be alone All the time What is there to live for? There is no point Without love, life is pointless
Love,A Horizon compelled betweenTwo Suns and a MoonTrend carefullyBecause love is yet an eclipse that canDarken your path towards Enlightenment
I pause to think. a second too late and the opportunity; gone. that fate might allow a genius to slip, the slip of a genius; the world's fate amiss. and tired my eyes fall heavy in sleep,
Lost in thought
TO: All those who toss & turn late at nightFROM: InsomniaDATE: 12/30/2013SUBJECT: Late at night, what crosses your mind?
The love that is a mere emotion in ones heart given to people to walk on Emotion is nothing to some people We ten gallon lovers stand here like flower in nature that gives everyone
I feel so alone. Like if I leave this earth, no one will notice. Or maybe even care.
Seduce me not with thi
I wake up Eyes open
A rose, but one, none other rose did I have, A rose, one rose, and this was a wondrous creation, One rose a rose that brightened earth and sky, One rose, my rose, that sweetened my breath and air,
night is when all of my monsters emerge.
He sits and wondersAlways five steps aheadHis thoughts are thunderYet his body lies deadHe left the present behindTrying to bully it out of his mind
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
I had yearned for so long I had waited for too long I died inside for too long no love no compaasion no warm embrace not even a tender touch quiet nights desperate mornings
I have these words swirlingaround, all my thoughts twirling. I rarely have a chanceto let these pieces sit, to dance. Because the very moment Ilet my thoughts be, for a fraction of a
In the silent waves she saw herself, Lost and confused, she cried for help. Through the screams and moans that came tumbling out, The distorted images that filled her with doubt. No longer could she stand alone,
Sometimes I just lay on my bedThoughts and memories swarming in my head.I try to remember the good times I've hadBut they somehow slip away, always making me mad.
It feels like I been here before I feel familar with this scene these words theses actions I feel like its on everyones minds thoughts lips tounge, its been in every corner of the world this feel to familar yet it has no shape, nor organic matte
Sometimes I feel like I’m all alone. Sometimes I feel like I’m a stone Sitting on the bank of a river Waiting for someone to push me in. I could sink to the bottom Wouldn’t make a splash
Where are you going, I can't find you, where are you going, I just trusted you, Where are you going tonight. I just wanted you, and I just needed you, I am waiting, I am alone,
My life is like a bad fairytale. Dragons lurk in every cave, ogres in every shadow. When I get to the place where the castle should be, what do I see? The evasive palace has escaped me.
I want to love you for forever and a day. Til the sun comes down, and its time to lay. Til, the wind blows and the seas roar. I wanna be with you, but dont forget theres one more.
My blood ran cold as he looks at me,i shiver as his breeze past me, i look apon his face and i worry... why is this i wonder?
Hey Mr. Principal, Hey Mr. Smith, I hope you sit comfortably – On your plush office plinth, With all your private accolades – That no one could care about, To the varsity trophies –
Eventually Eventually you’ll run out of tears, Eventually you’ll run out of fears. Eventually you’ll run out of sadness,
She said it was the most consuming thing, the way he would flow through her, and every word she sang.
Love a 4 letter word, though it holds so much gravity yet we throw it around like something thats only worth a penny Hate
You tell me everything will be
The day it rained diamonds crowds flooded the streets, but riots broke out, and all feel to their knees. Then mixed with the shine, came the dullness of blood.
I feel like I’m one dimensional I feel like I’m the only one who sees how I see I feel like the harder I try to be exceptional The more flaws are pointed out to me I’m scared of what’s ahead
No more printed worksheets, no more downloaded lessons, I want you to stand up and teach the class. Unglue your eyes from that computer of yours, and stop texting that person on your phone,
money in shabeled people dying citeies broken great peole forgotten have hope for the futrue
Let's pop some pills, Fall in loveCut our wrists and spill our bloodDrink come Gin, let's die tonightCome on Demons, help end our lifeLet us bleed, for what we see
Let's pop some pills, Fall in loveCut our wrists and spill our bloodDrink come Gin, let's die tonightCome on Demons, help end our lifeLet us bleed, for what we see
All the cliques laugh away While I sit and watch Wondering where my friends are Wondering where you are Wondering why distance keeps us apart. The teachers will lecture
We walk the same path
I asked a girl, who had red hair, what it meant to love, We talked for hours, endlessly, the characteristics of our beloved. Compassion and care, with honesty and trust, The fire of passion turning seclusion to dust.
I cry when I don’t write because I am unable to speak.
She closes her eyes and sees nothing.
Dont we come across a wonder Every now and then? I mean shouldnt we just write them in a book We should - No we shouldnt Thoughts are meant to be kept in mind No where else than our mind
Grasping for air that my lungs desire as i pull the tear drops back inside Camoflaging the dark clouds that hover above me When will you acknowledge the darkness that surrounds my inner walls?
God you're amazing I think I told you this before
You clenched at my chest, For a sweet rational moment. Heart drop. Bottom rock. The bitter grin Made my face numb like gin. The only Substance That can Be Absorbed
Stretching your own skin. Laying on your side. Turning pages on an ebook. Reading about the baby. Reading your way into motherhood. Passing by the years go by. Wondering where innocence has gone.
Be my sleeping guard The soldier of my dreams Hold me in your arms Wake me when I scream. Be my protector of uncontrolled unconscious thoughts Lead me through these things I've fought
Cold breeze bugging me, But the warmth from your skin Is tugging at my broken heart from never being held But you held me, oh, you held me Little asks of where should we And heat upon my cheeks
Have you chosen to speak to a man with a crown on his head but rags on his feet?an optimistic mind so devine, however benign,for ideas are mere conceptuality,far from reality.
There is no good morning when I sit in this class at 7am I don’t give a care about what you’re sayin How would listening to you rant help me Achieving a dream, is this how it’s supposed to be?
We’ve all said it, We’ve all heard it That easy little phrase to use when you're hurting Two words, two syllables. I’m Fine.
Oh shitty shit shit who stands upon thee front class. Who do you think you are? perhaps an ass? One who plants stress in my interior and who thinks is superior. I yell enough is enough!
You’ve Got Mail I remember the movie well; Full of incomparable romance, Soul-mates of a sort Long since found
You’re afraid of what could happen So you constantly keep up a wall You are in a constant battle But aren’t we all?
Gravity is irresistible. I want to stay away, But this concept is not unmistakable. It must sustain on the bay. I feel defenseless In my naked soul. As I am relentless
I am blind to people’s ignorance, However ignorance is bliss. And I still have tolerance, As I wait for an aching kiss. I am dumbfounded By his beauty. And yet it is astounding
Light growing darker, Creeping in on those who are begining to surrender. The mind is over drawn and at some points sinister. Lofty weights hang from the heart,
This is a forum of confessions, my first impression leave lasting impressions, my expressions aren’t always impressive, so my expressions are in question but for the record my expression comes in different forms in the feeling I hoard
Kindly turn and walk away, Abandoned thoughts have gone astray. Images allude feelings once had, Timid eyes have now gone bad. Looming clouds that hang overhead, Yerk the soul about things unsaid.
A long seventeen years ago, there were things I had to forgo, moving around from place to place, the kids at school would never see a smile on my face, every other week going from house to house, staying still and quiet as a mouse, I didnt know w
In all truenessyou’re my steeple of religionThe paper weightholding me down in placethe blade of grass where the ladybug resides my bedside books and first shower of the day
I try so hard, even when I feel I have made some progress It is for naught. My line is corrupt.
I dream at night, as we all do I'm at a loss of all control of my mind, lost in my dream. The darkness is suffocating as it engulfs me entirely, Physically, emotionally, mentally.
You would never believe where i had landed Far from the world but still empty handed does it change a thing at all i guess i'm not one to make that call to fall or stand was my only choice
My Life Be Like/"Oh you're happy? Let me make you sad."/"You're in a relationship?
Tell me something please Is it normal to feel like this? Oh, to be young and this sad is so sad My thoughts are making it hard to breathe And I just can't stop feeling this sad.
Her hair is short And bitter sweet Her eyes are red She doesn’t sleep ……………………………………….. She lay awake
You know zero things. Hi, did you attend college? You're actually hindering my learning experience. Your voice makes me cringe. I copied the homework.
Being the first person in my family to persue College is a blessing. Knowing that years ago many African-American people weren't allowed to go to school or learn, is a lesson to be taught.
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness. Circulation fails and my hands go numb, as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by at 2 past witching hour.
Feel sick to my stomach...Just want to throw-up... Trying to stay positive, but real, as well... Seeing things I dislike...Thinking about things that are out of sight, but still in the mind....
What do you do when all of your fears come true? When you want to run and hide But the only place to be alone is in your mind You take out a pen and paper & write as you cry
. . . As of now I'm sitting here in my bedroom thinking Of the truth behind the lies and the games It's such a shame that I'm hurting deep within of the bones that hold my frame What is there to do now but to wait . . . .
How she tells me she is honest,I can only nod, uneasy inside.She let me say what was on my mind,And, listening back, I became fonder.My once hardened wall broke down,Leaving only the opportunity for freedom.
we live in a world of constant contradictionopinions with unknown recognitionconstantly looking over our shoulderquestioning those we know won't listena world of true infidelity
This world is so shallow That my rain boots weep To compensate For the lack of depth In puddles they encounter.
Feeling is so overrated. So I've decided not to do "that" anymore. "That" is like licking the pages of a cookbook, Stupid and silly.
That melody, that melody, that haunts my wretched brain,It fills my dreams by night it, it follows thought by day.That melody, that melody, its source I think of in vainIt is ever with me, whether I sit or stand or lay.
Blue is red Red is green My thoughts are mud Mud is dirt Save for me What you have And I shall save for you Things I do not even have Be careful, Be careless
What is life? Why am I not brave? Where is my self-confidence? Why am I so afraid? Will I pass this test? Will I prove that I’m better than the rest? How did I end up here? When will I leave?
Strained thoughts fly through my mind Like cracks in the pavement. Each line deliberate and Jagged. I stare at my hands that are Holding a pair of scissors. I turn to face the mirror.
Now all is through, the battle is over, The en’my retreated and gone. The faint bugle calls still heard from afar; In the distance the fifes and drums. Nearly all is still – deathly still,
Can't. I just, I just... Can't.Now there's no one around to hear this rant,and even if there was, I wouldn't let them.
Every day I turn myself around, Try on someone new, It scares me to think That this is who I am Unique flaws and fears, I know that I am few. A rare case, they say, A different sort of person
I walk into the class, Room nine and all I see are boys behinds I wish they would take school more serious cause what they're doing is delerious
looking in the mirror, I can see what I'm not. I see what I don't have, and not what I've got. but she's so much skinner, is something I say. or she's really pretty, and I'm not that way.
I think in differnet places. Calculus is in the crinkled skin of my forehead and tight at the apex of my scalp Marching is in my bones and meaty joints Music is in my eyes and mouth
Everyday I'm trying to move on Memories with you keeps haunting me Peace, when will it come? To the day when I can forget You were my everything So much for your pretty lies
How long will you mourn me, Not at all, it's not your concern For if you were to mourn me It would make my heart burn Feel the cold wind surround you Enjoy the embraces of new lovers
They think it's easy Easy to think so much Information consumes one Like bees on honeycomb Where do all these thoughts Originate Pulled from thin air Circulating from mind to mind
He has been walking along this blinding, stony path for quite some time. The sun strains his eyes, and the stones hurt his feet. Every so often, he trips along his way. Every so often, he stays down where falls.
Ambition Trapped in a dark room filled with doom But I’m waiting on that spark so I can start. On a new road but I’m getting too old To be wait’n and contemplate’n on choices but I can’t hear
Every time I sleep; pains on my brain’.Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein.From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain.I can’t predict the weather nor the range of the rain.But hope for the station of this moving train.Thou death is s
I am leaving my roots. / Off to the prison I go. / I am leaving my home. / Off to the vast unknown. / I am leaving the love. / Off to where hate will roam. / I am leaving the hugs. / Off to where I'm alone. / I am leaving myself behind.
Your life is mapped out onto a map of fateDestined to never miss a dateAlthough as you move forward details shift
Sea fog lifting, billowing, moist morning mist. Slug trail shimmering, faded asphalt. Quiet, calming, claustrophobic cellar smell. City alleyway, sunrise street scent.
If I say anything, would you be shocked that I spoke? Yes I may be quiet and shy but what is the problem? I just don't have much to say...why judge? Why judge the fact that I'm quiet? Would you like for me to speak as loud as the eyes could see.
Sometimes you wonder After a morning of waking up to the sunshine Or a day spent with friends Or an afternoon of light reading Or an evening watching your favorite movies from childhood That maybe
Every day seems somber. I look away and as I walk to school I can feel myself removed. I watch myself sit there in class I watch myself write I watch myself get through it
I am that nameless one, the one girl everyone seems to have an opinion on Oh look, there's that one ! that slim one, I heard she was this , heard she was that You hardly even know me to even talk. what do I do ?
Has there ever been a point in your life Where you say This is not me This is not who I am And this is not what I want to do
lie here next to me look up to the sky see the stars, smiling down one for each you and me. take my hand hold it tight see the stars, how they fill the night. catch your breath
Word Jamming. Those were the first two words that popped into my head. Hmph.
I was told to write a poem, a poem describing myself. Myself is like this poem forced to be written a certain way. Not too long, but not short sometimes funny, happy, and sad.
Thoughts flood the mind in ample quantities. They provide attention for the unknown. They give power to reason and to imagine. Thoughts give the power to form or understand.
Who am I ? Sometimes I'll just stare in the mirror in front And I'll cry cause that girl I see Isn't happy, with herself Growing up, without a care The world seemed so full of love
I often find myself listening to my own mind I hear it think And register emotion I find it hard to control It is fascinating And frightening.
standing among the ashes of your life can you justify all the fires you setall the bridges you burnedall the hearts shatteredall the people you broke standing in front of the cracked glass
Little bird, Your voice is heard. I see your tears, I understand your fears. I will fight for you, But you must fight too. Little bird, You mean the world to me,
Throbbing and pounding,I give you your deepest thoughts.You're not using me correctly,Everything about me gradually rots.
I wonder if the other tired eyeshang low like their hearts because past loversare in the past and the future movesfast,so fast.
Days like this, I often debate, why'd I let you into this space, I kept so safe. We was always on and off so it was light switch for me to switch you off.
Intrigued, intrigued by life I see everything surrounding me. I feel it too. I went from learning to tie shoe to being able to choose.. Choose who it'll be I'll see in front of this country.. Ain't talking U.S. when they talking bout Us man..
as i sit here in this bed with millions of thoughts going through my head most of them filled with dread others i wish they were gone but instead they sit here in their own little bubble not causing any trouble physically i mean but mentally their
Did you ever wish you can turn back time To that one scene in your life. When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
I try hiding from the darkness that your memories hold, later I embrace it for it's the reason why I am strong. I try running from the pain caused by my own shed blood,
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!I wake up to my alarm going off...another day,another scar. I slowly get out of bed and set to my morning chores.I take a shower, get dressedthen I put on the darkest make up,to express my feelings. I skip breakfast...
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections
Where do we begin? Oh child, Where do we begin? We begin as thoughts, made ofStar dust (Yes, star dust)
Once an angel sat down next to me, In the form of a homeless man, On a graffitied park bench and Said to me: “Why you’ve been an idiot.
Constanly contamplating, consistently innovating no matter what day, no matter what time always wanting to be free of thoughts that are mine these ideas inside my head, wont alow me to sleep
What if no one ever tried, or if no one was inspired? What if no one ever created, or if no one ever desired? Where would this world be?
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble Beat so good I shake it My brain My thoughts Coincide With my withdrawals Especially if I have the withal Or the guts Or the truth Or the tenacity
There is always a balanced A pretender A giver A fighter A lover Certainly Uncertain The paradox of a forgotten tomorrow and a foretold yesterday Can’t exude the pain, the relapse or fear
I was just thinking, how strange that I'll never walk those halls again But sadly, surreally, neither will you. I will miss you terribly, my friend. Even more now.
When the rain falls at night It helps me to sleep It washes away All the pain that I weep I try my best To look beyond the bad But it keeps coming back Like my pen to my pad
Why is he staring? Staring at me? Does it look like I'm glaring? I'm just clarifying. I'm just noticing what I say or what I don't, Too much or not enough, All clouding up me like a smoke puff.
When you see a word, scrawled on a line. Does it ground your thoughts, Like on anchor Deep in the sea? Does your mind roil, Like a storm that grew up, All alone, Abandoned by its parents?
I write to let you know How I feel How I miss you How I resent what happened I write to let people hear The eloquence of vowels The harshness of consonants
I think if your lips pierced mine again, I’d fall back into old habits. It would be unfortunately fine with me. The way your blue eyes made my mind spin, Sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Pen Paper Black on white Flick of the wrist A moment’s goodbye Swimming in my own mind I can get lost in this world Other’s voices, other’s own ways
In a large round fishbowl- trapped in this world. Fed lies and sold to whomever would buy. I see things that are out of reach- like the caring souls that look on in pity- that don't have the means to save me.
The passion that leaked was spilled by led, The words able to form what's been left unsaid. There are times I wonder how it all began, Though I'm sure it was because of the age of man.
I've always been a litte small, I've never been super tall, my voice is light and gets carried away by the wind. Sometimes I forget who I am, Sometimes I forget what I want.
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
I don’t write for myself I don’t often write poetry Words are use to express emotions But what happens when the words don’t come? God. He sends a message, a plea, a vision.
I write to take away the pain That memories can bring I write to offer up my thoughts To anyone or thing I write to express anger and fear In ways I can’t with voice
my mind is the sea, so insignificant to the universe- yet so meaningful to me. a sea with shallow waters like glass where superficial thoughts lie in the masses.
You reel me in, I cringe from you. You toss me aside, I hold you down. You throw me out, I run away. You long for me, I stay in the sidelines. You lure me back, I come back,
Inside a bottle circling round and round, fluttering by, bouncing, bobbing, all mixed up. Inside a bottle try to capture, slow the movement, stop the noise,
Words are made of feelings, A breeze on a summer night. Words are made of real things, Fire from a candlelight. Piled together... just words? Or something a little deeper?
The night whispers- how ye' do, how ye' do, do you have any news? My mind full of fascinations, complications, ratifications simply says no. No, new news do I yield to you.
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
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
My problem is that a love a lotI love an abundant amount of peopleFrom family to friendsTo strangers I met just onceSo I suppose I say I love you too muchBut I believe love comes in many forms and levels
I write because, the pen is the only thing that understand me. And the paper; the only thing that listens. I write because of hard times, because of bad times.
My private thoughts are my worst enemy Things that shouldn’t roam my mind, do. Eventually it becomes too much So I open my mouth And when I do, all my thoughts flow out
Awaken! A new day has arrived, And as new scenes arise To the forefront of my mind, I run deep with them Into the wild of my thoughts. Not thoughts alone, though, But rather places and things.
Breath in, calming your rushing, yet stationary, thoughts. 140 pounds standing before the starting line. Limbs lighter then the surrounding debris. The feel of your spikes against the vividly damaged red track fuels
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window, It’s louder friend only seconds behind. They bring me no fear, No wariness, no excitement.
A black face is all they see They see black and think of evil and greed But this is much more than just a black face to me A philsopher, stroyteller a role model to me Some people see the lighter side
Who blesses this child that cries alone, when the place that’s safe is farthest from home. To whom does she thank for the large dreams broken and who will wipe her face when tear stained shirt is soaking.
When you see meYou see a loner-Unafraid and uncaring.The shadows aren't showing. When you look in my eyesYou find only blankness.Yet you can tell it is only a coverSo others won't see.
Pretenses are a poisonSociety refuses to forsakeThey are walls built with bricks of little liesExpose just one and the wall will break And yet, they seem so vitalWhen trying to hide your faults and fears
Dreams Dreams are like the seasons, Bitter and hostile Sweet and endearing Nostalgic and repressed
It is indeed true that The makings of a man, and indeed that the Greatest of men Are oft those of The greatest flaws And hardships concerning Mental and physical Armageddeons unseen
Naturally I wear my hair jet blac with no perm,Naturally I speak my mind if I see it fit,Naturally I am artistic,Naturally in nature I am me.
I write to expose to become to release what I've held in so long because in a poem you don't have to lie but in life sometimes you do but here with my pencil I can be honest
Poetry It is simple, but complicated It gives you the oppurtunity to be heard, but never seen Poetry allows you to express your emotions, and to relate to others sharing those same emotions
Each and every question, by you or I, to me My mind is quick to answer, so sure I’ll feel it be An evolution strikes, as dusk turns into dawn Awakened with wide eyes, my decision’s fully wrong
When I die, dont bury me,With flowers on my grave,Cremate me.Throw my ashes to the wind.So that I am as free as poetry The only thing to make me think,The only reason for me to create through speech.
I cannot stand it any longer Should I fight and Should I die Would I feel at peace or cry? O' wonderful person before me I can't help but feel as if you tease me
(First time recording from probably a year ago... Flow is to be tampered with still and an ending is still debated.)
Poems are used to express one’s feelings and emotions. They can be seen as a recess or even as a potion I write to bring out all the words that were just lost
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected like brush strokes in a painting or the individual notes of a favorite song These words that capture my hea
Grin at the fact that this page is my shrine. Where I write what I feel, It's more than surreal. It's fact. Written down just like that. With the snap of my fingers. Does the impact linger?
Roads, as far they go, Can only hope for the tread Of a father and son So lost in a world that Could only propoagte and burst Past its invisible seams. Their world is godless
What is does it mean to have an ideal society? To be free? We may live in the land of the free but are we really free?
Paper, Pen, Thoughts Shhh; the stillness in the air around me The chaos from which my thoughts consume me Shhh; listen. Can you not herer these thoughts? Not easily said, barely spoken.
Who is considered an "American"? Is an "American" based on whether you and your family were born on this country or how hard you worked to pass your citizenship test?
Maybe there’s no right or wrong way to feel about you;Only wrong and maybe rightOr just maybe and might, could beIf you know how to spin it that way,If you can play with your speechAnd teach your tongue to
Growling, prowling, and everything inside me… its seizure shaking My whole body entwining with the movements of the wind, fire, earth... my soul quaking
The calendar keeps sneaking up on me. I'm leaving home soon. I think about how everyone will keep living their lives and all will go on without me and it keeps me from worrying about my mother.
Sometimes you watch yourself, understanding why you don't-care,Seeing several different roads, realizing they all lead to no-where,Walking down a flight of steps, hoping the devil won't-stare,
I'm not here to hurt you, Because I am you And I know you. And what I say's true, Cause I see through All that you do. And you know you, Can do better.
Words that tortureWords that blessWhat shall put my thoughts to rest? Heart held captiveBy the mindFeelings ever left confined Words that tortureWords that hauntConsequence of fate unkind
Sometimes I wonder why the government wants to take away our rights I wonder why I have to fight every single day of my life Sometimes i wonder what is this hunger we have for more knowledge
Poetry expresses hidden feelings. They make words sound appealing. They tell stories, Out of the words in your inventories. Sometimes it's hard to describe how you're feeling,
Voices of my friends I hear it. Voices of my own I fear it. I'm living my life on an unbalanced ladder hoping that I will be a somebody. A tongue is sharp and can kill,
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties
Under the shower I think about these thoughts. How Everybody is trying to be different. ...Which makes no one a part. Everybody out to get their own. Some people left in the dark.
Sadness drowning me into the depths of the ocean as the sun glistens above me. The white clouds peacefully floating in the air while the Blue Jays dance with them. Now I grasp pain and misery. If I could learn to fly I would never return here.
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
Murderer Is a big word for what you are You kill someone everyday Their name is on YOUR birth certificate It's disgusting It's vile It's simply human nature
The world is stuck at 4:38 Somehow between then and Now The thing has ticked and Turned to 6:01, Must have been a second before The shutters opened up To the exuberant existence of
It starts with a bang that goes around my head as I try to work hard and get my daily bread but I'm mislead as my face soon turns red
Green, lush flora, flowing, swirling 'round.Such beauty remains unaffected y man,If only it was left to itself.Earth will continue post-humankind,Lacking our catastrophic disturbance.
The darkness fadeInto the blues of -my shadows. The open rainbow set a upon a freedom that is hard to find. but only comes after the rain. maybe you thought you lost it all
Poetry is the plug to my outlet. It completes my circuit. Energy whirrs within me, Waiting to have release. Between us, there is tension, this spark.
Facing Life's problems through my paper and pen. Overcoming the obstacles that I produce from within. Once being a lonely soul, making friends with my words. Life's a journey; I'm on a quest to find my pot of gold.
Pulling my hair into a pony tail I slip on my shoes And out the door I’m greeted by a cloudy sky The air is thick from last night’s storm Breathing in the morning air, I take One step
For only the rain shares my sorrow with its ever tearstained days And only does this willow tree match my weeping ways. Its limbs hang low
Are you that someone, to tell me I’m pretty Are you that someone, to tell me your better than the world, Are you that someone to say, pick your head up because it’s not worth it
There is a stranger looking at her in the mirror. She stares back, dark, wet hair. Her face- a mask of nothingness- but her eyes, filled with the deepest, contained sadness. Face, red and stained black with mascara.
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,
( Fear rules my desires Scared to love and to feel, To put my soul in a bind. Let me throw these thoughts in the fire And watch them turn into ashes.
As she danced for her audience of one, beads of sweat dropped from her hair.-I danced for him, like I never had before.
The darkness around can't get any darker and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder
Late night thoughtsWandering lostThe wolf howls over the silence Black hole heartEmotions exhaustWalking aimlessly through the dark Stares for changeWondering costForest scrapes the tired skin
and then there they were standing a few steps apart. a moment of silence and little conversation in a span of 24 hours a lot was said through body language, gestures, and spoken words.
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect, Make anything your heart will dare desire, Let it go and run wild and watch the effect, Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
I’d rather be known by no one and loved deeply by one person than being known by everyone and not close to anyone. It’s a curious desire to be known, because it seems to nothing for oneself. Yet it’s craved by nearly everyone.
I didn't even know I could write! Isn't that funny? No one thinks they can write. Well, no one thinks they can write well. Actually, no one thinks they can write well *enough*
Gather the pen and paper. Reminisce for a bit. Jot down what’s on your mind- Write down everything you’d like to admit.
Woman. I am a person. I live breathe eat. I am woman. Someone who refuses to be beat. Don’t take me for a weakling. Don’t fool with my mind. Because I am one who can also be unkind.
I'm the same as them all, yet so different too. On the outside I'm whole: nice enough, pretty enough. But on the inside I'm broken in more pieces than two.
Eat my words you beast of paper, clawing for truth and lies Soak up my tears and my smiles, my heartache and my giggles A half-formed poem a finespun respite for
200 pages in my composition..so i ripped one out..slapped humanity in its mouth as it tried to shout at me..though it never seemed to "shut up!" I kept it moving with my ears shut, music playing explaining how the world is so cruel and twisted and
Ever lie in stillness and listen to the ticking of a clock while ones mind wanders and hearts beat begins to mock..the pulses in their brain from time to time found to be consistent and with the way they feel they avoid being resistant...he lies t
You ever get so frustrated with the world, your heart begins to race your fingers start to curl, until your knuckles crack, searching for the reasoning behind your anger but the knowledge of it all you lack..so you sit back and try and withhold ev
What was the first thing you noticed about me? Did that observation ever make you think, ponder, wonder about me? I want to know where your roots are planted and where your leaves have fallen.
Growing like a weed, I can't describe. How time has passed, this all in a flash. Yesterday held a youthful magic, and today I stand here melanchally. Wondering. The age of accountability.
You may believe everything is perfect To me its just another smile to put on One struggle to the next is happening fast And it all started when I was eight.
The creaky, half-snapped sidewalk chalk talks out the problems of my lonesome childhood. My thickly-marked, Fruit-Loop colorings and blurred characters console me about my constant house-swapping because
(poems go here) I saw a man in the grocery store. He had a little girl with him. Probably his daughter, she was about 4. I swear I had seen him before. I looked into his eyes and started to remember more.
Never get lost in the maze of making others happy, you may lose your own happiness in the process. No need to look, search, or wander, simply glance in the mirror, and look within yourself.
She’s broken. Broken into so many pieces from everything she has ever been through. Her heart cries out for a helping hand, but the tears just continue to flow like a waterfall. She’s terrified.
(poems go here) My pen sculpts a future Potential to work and to enjoy with one job My pen sculpts a dream Hope of proving my father wrong that writing is dead
I see the Eleanor Rigbys and Gilbert Grapes everywhere I go, The people who forgot long ago to See beauty in people laughing, sunflowers shooting up Out of the ground. There are people who have never heard a canary
GIVE ME A BREAK! I’m kinda new to this, But I see how great your love truly is. I also see a crazy mess, And it’s bringing me distress. Kindness obsolete; And sometimes kept descrete,
Chains Chains Chains Chains Call for a need of change Born free Every child learns how to wear the manacles How to chain their minds to someone else's paradigm How to live with bent backs
why do I write? well its not for the money me with out writings like a bee without honey I write for my heart I write to stay sane I write to show my feelings and capture my pain.
Who am I? Because I'm struggling in a way that I don't understand, And I'm living in a world that relationships So easily become a misconception of a wholesome bond. I have this fleeting heart making me incapable.
A soul crushed beneath the weight of life Wings heavy with burdens Beating frustrations within a cage of flesh With labored breath and nowhere to turn Life a gaping hole, spilling across time The blood seeping
I cant stand missionaries No let me rephrase that I cant stand the idea of it Cultural oppression at its finest The idea that you are right And therefore everything else is wrong
I write because I feel it Because I need it Because is me I try to express my opinion in a better way I write because is the only way to scream my thoughts out loud and be heard
I Belong to the wind I belong to the edges I belong to nobody and still I am trapped in his most deepest thoughts in his most pure sighs, in each of his heartbeats without wanting to get out.
When i speak the words that ignite a fire in my head a tidal wave a tsunami a hurricane a rumbling earth quake of what i feel must be heard just dont come out correctly stuttering and tripping
What poetry means to me? I could sit here all day and list the reasons I write and what poetry means to me, but that would not quite express the passion I have for it.
Each person is like a shape, No two shapes are exactly the same, But no shape is ever simple. We all have sides not displayed For this or that reason, Yet, we feel the need to express
These things you tell yourself at midnight When you're alone and those thoughts in your head just won't shut up. And all you want is some Goddamn silence
Enigmas pulsing through my mind, Wordless and trapped. Emotions flicker through my psyche, Unremitting and unforgiving. How can I release all I'm feeling In a deluge that refuses To be formed with words?
I see demons on the ceilings- They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach- I see sheep in the pasture- and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
Tell them it’s not me. Tell them it’s not me anymore. Tell them I’m not quiet, That I’m not shy, That I’m the one they should adore. Tell them they don’t know.
Where do I fit? Standing among the crowds, Watching them all pass by, They all have an identity. Where do I fit? I break their molds, I am too good to be bad, And too bad to be good.
To be what I want to be is hard. To be what they want me to be is harder. To follow behind others and never be myself, thats somthing I have done for years. But I refuse to do that anymore.
There was a man. Who lived in a home on top a hill He lived alone He watched the birds come by his house He watched kids playing outside his home He wondered what it was like, to chase after that ball
When life gives you lemons you make lemonade When life gives you cruelty you turn into a renegade Opressed by the powerful and feared of the mighty Fearing on what tommorow might bring
As the sun fades away The sky turns to gray O' dear, I can only say, "See you tomorrow morning star" We look back in time To where we had our best and worst times Wish we had a time machine
Static silence converges on my ears Stealing my sanctuary Refusing to let me rest in nothingness Why must there always be something, not nothing?
Blank document, is the best way to describe my mind as this very moment. Disconnect this USB, full of confusing thoughts, to calm down this process i have going on
Too often we have to have "me time" you know... that free time that "I don't know, I gotta see" time... with oursleves A moment to reconcile and re-evaluate everything that equates to whats going on
The thoughts are often, the thoughts are deep, the feelings are overwhelming, she can't even sleep; her wrists are full of cuts, but her stomach is empty, when she turns off the lights,
Alone in this dark room, i begin to ponder About lifes goals, so I let my mind wonder Venture out into the depths of my thoughts And invision how well my mind has been taught Picturing myself as whatever I want to be
As I stare at the blank page in front of me, life is breezing me by People change, people love, get married, grow old and die Yet I am still here. Staring at this blank page.
She’s cold and isolated The demons lurk beneath People think they know her But the beauty’s just skin deep And she wants to run away From the hurt and the pain No one sees the shackles trailing,
Silence amongst the house. Dreadful peace in a home where the family has been cracked. It’s a home in the sense that sleeping and eating occurs. It’s home in the sense that we love out of despair.
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
My knuckles have turned white. Pupils expanded to un-accountable diameters, Skin, of eyelids tightened, Flesh heats through drowned pores, And my bones shake, rumble, crack- Under the abundant pressure of faith,
A bottle. There. It sits on its side, pointing its open lid at the brick wall. Who put it there? I pick it up. The smooth, transparent plastic runs beneath my feeling fingers as I clutch it in my palm. Ewwww...
Passing by those I do not know And those I wish to never know A packed bus never fails to amuse So much decay is put on display Dripping from every pore Ugly and deceptive to the core
Nautical graves and practical poets, Woman's condition and cultural woe. Heaving sensations accompany the telly. What's worse than these? The end of the show.
I AM I AM THE FACES OF THOSE WHO HAVE COME BEFORE ME, I AM THE COURAGE TO STAND TO MY ENEMIES, I AM THE VOICE OF GENERATIONS WHO HAVE BEEN RIDICULED, DISRESPECTED, USED, ABUSED, AND NEGLECTED.
Never really felt like I was needed around I'd clown too much, always frown and feel left out. I begged for attention, though never realized by most. i tried to fit in, but always gave up hope.
What am I to do? when everything around seems to fall apart. When those that I love are filled with malice and regret? What am I to do?
As I present myself to you As I walk away askew May I ask some questions too? To make these vivid flames anew?
Looking at her plate Glancing at her thighs No thanks, she says Waiting to be perfect, or what she thinks is perfect.
With a traffic state of mind I can’t seem to find a friendly distraction to ease the pain of the twisting kaleidoscope known as my heart.
To speak your mind in the way of words Belittles the magnanimous thoughts Trapped inside the mind struggling to break free And to feel the recognition of others knowing But losing the greatness of that was hidden
Afraid you'll never be, More than you wish to be. Thoughts stand against you. Toil with your emotions. 'To be or not to be' Rings in your head.
I was always taught never seem weak Always act strong To always fake that smile And laugh like nothings wrong But right now I think about those hard times I got through
Drip Drop Will it ever stop? The hurt The pain Blood dried on my shirt And still nothing to gain Why does the pain still persist? My happiness is so greatly missed. Inside I am screaming
Dark galore The minute my hands shut the door Blank music sheets spread on the floor Spiderwebs on the stairs
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
I'm the shadow in a rainbow I'm the anger in a smile I'm a raincloud on a sunny day The tenth number in a dial
Take away my lifelines Watch me fade away I am the Gravity Killer Wake me up with nightmares Fill my head with ash I am the Shadowman
A fight to fight A will to win A loss and all its strife A maiden bane An iron chain A cosmic blow to life A thought profound A mind unbound A song to set you free A voice to quell
It seems fine the wine is flowing Laughter is swirling the room Sadness is blockaded from entering That rush of panic Im running! I want to forget reality! Only wanting to reach Time.
Tender love Fragile heart Delicate balance, Constantly searching My dear, you are special Be you You can’t find your other half If you haven’t found yourself
Turn it up Music loud I just want to play it So hard I can’t think Get away Melt Eyes closing like Once opened doors
It’s not until you say something truly meaningful That people start to hear your words
Listening to the stories of others Like pages turning, examples of being told no That you can’t do it. You’re silly. Or crazy. Dream smaller. Safer What about that little girl Who sits in her college dorm
I write poems of anger Thoughts, frustrations Joy and fear As a means of putting out The words that come and swarm in My head like bees
The things I’ve been through Written about, which hold the Story line of my past. And I hope that the reader Can learn and laugh along with me. Feel my frustrations Realize the fullness of the path
How am I supposed to know? Cultures vary Numerous interpretations What’s considered deviant Or acceptable vary By cultural perspective
Adonis, Greek god of beauty And desire. When you’ve been crawled up In the corner, tucking your knees in To feel the dying flesh Of your past pressed tight
...restless days fold into restless nights... I reset my mind to unwind. counting sheep seldom works for me. recalling our memories, my personal bedtime lullabies, Forever seems to do the trick.
When you find yourself sitting in the sun, a light, unbothering wind upon your thoughts, escaping into the air through your contended expression,
Tell me, have you ever had to lie? Have you ever had to cry? Have you ever fought for approval of your peers? Have you ever tried to fight your fears? If you have, it’s okay. I will catch your tears.
It's 3am and you're feeling cold Why not a bath? Yes, but it won't last forever. Well... At least it will for a moment.
My blood has turned into Jack Daniels. Strange men take a ticket to the three-ring circus. The room has graffiti- covered walls and only one mattress smelling of cheap perfume and latex.
My only friend at this point seems to be a simple journal I write on every night. I will finish my last page today as a goodbye to my existence: Dear Friend,
Jaw clenched, eyes shut, trapped in this nightmare that’s very much my reality. Everything that’s mine is no longer for me, everything I want is far out of reach. In my sleep, I dream of my every anxiety,
Coming to an end No drama to be found Solely disappointment What could be and what was Nothing but a large fuzz A cloud, a wall, a veil Sad, but true Not one thing to misconstrue
My eyes are heavy and my thoughts are tired I drift into my mind Searching for the answers
If I’d rather watch Will I ever rather roam? If I’d rather dwell on futures Will there ever be just one? If I never talk about it Will they leave me here alone? If I never Is rather a choice?
The staircase is spiraling Down, down, below Back to the first floor Where time moves so slow. Back up I must climb To where I was before And continue on To the heights I may soar.
Your body is just one piece of architecture. Legs are the stairways to strength, willpower. Arms the branches to sensitivity, care.
Inhale...exhale. And then there's nothing. That same nothing that lies within our awkward silences. That same nothing that keeps our defenses up. The same nothing that was there
For every hero there is a villain, There is a win in ever lost, Just as the poor and rich are binned by thought, One has to fall, For another's strive, Often conflicted by truth, Deceived by lies,
Have you ever just sat in a nice, quiet place And thought about random things? Like if you can eat in Heaven Or when do the people who work on holidays get a break? How about why you're so emotional
This morning I died. Earth abruptly ceased, carrying me to my end. Solace of the pomegranate Scented air captured me completely. The dime-sized wound trickled A crimson essence so pure it must be heaven.
Why did I feel that my presence was an abomination and that a cut on my wrist should be my only physical sensation? That at the drop of blood all my anguish would disappear,
I look around and everywhere I see, Happy couples looking back at me Why cant I be happy as they seem to be Instead I have to put on a fake smile for everyone to see, And believe that there is nothing wrong with me
Eyes speak no lies, unlike the lips in falsely upturned lines curved like spiders weaving truth out of a script from the mind; it lies Those eyes reveal sadness
You said it, therefore it must be true. Yes, every word you speak is law. Why should anyone have room to doubt you? You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
Hey im the soul man; the inside man. Feeling every emotion, every mood swing. I can't help that everyone wants to get me high off of that good stuff, Weed is what they call it.
as the sun rises, fiery cracks on the moonlit sky the cold breath of morning is washed away leaving the sweet silhouette of stars to fade
Today we can live Yesterday we've survived Tomorrow will never cry The days of our lives We can do whatever. Till one of us die Then we all Cry
it looks in my eyes pleading me to use em but I tell him no I refuse but he knows my words were all lies I can't find myself to take any steps away so I join him seeing his effects so much from a small object
Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking on the knuckles of our souls The trees were drinking angels’ tears in the deserts where they grow And the only time my heart was shaken was when I threw it to the wind
I can't take what's happening these days, people coming up with strange ways to do things. Can't find the right phrase, it's like I'm in a race inside this trapped maze, life? Such a big chase,
The words are in my head But not on paper in ink. Forming oh so slowly, It makes it hard to think. I grab a piece of paper, The pen is in my hand, But why I am not writing, I just can’t understand.
corrosive, destructive, unhelpful Thing They eat each other. mutilated and abused They come to me. out of a wood chipper They crawl. crooked, unaligned and pointed in the wrong direction.
(poems go here) why do you so desperately seek attention? I just want to gather you all for an intervention It's a problem--- Epidemic
Do you see through my normal eyes to the sadness that lies within Do you see my unholy spirit that always chooses to sin?
It doesn’t take much to say that you are ugly, That you are flawed, A monster that no one can love. It takes a little more to agree with people who disagree, To just nod and follow,
Trying too hard, she knows. Promises made to self are broken she holds herself together inside her heart beats slow, distant. They're all lies. But is the truth any better?
Keep quiet, Censored. It’s just ignorance and fear; she says. Well I’m afraid of a lot of things, Tornadoes, Spiders, Escalators, You don’t see me limiting them. Am I powerful?
What is comparable to inevitable?? If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten. How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling? The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
Wisp of words Enter my ear Slowly tracing the canal To the brain inside Once there Word particles settle Then go about Bouncing off one another
i wanna live out this life in the nitty gritty. real, live, life. full of blood and sweat and dirt and clean, fresh air, and mud and grass. cause i want to break out of this old skin and fly with the seagulls in parking lots.
Thoughts are feelings in your mind, conjured by emotions and reactions you feel inside. No wait. Thoughts are voices in your head that you keep from having a sound from your mouth No wait
When the body dies, where do the thoughts go? Dreams stay just dreams? Do lost ambitions remain what could have been? Are the emotions once so drastic simply just pretend?