You Only Write Once Poetry Slam

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With the sun in my mouth,  and the cloud in my heads,  Don't put your foot down in my dumping ground.    One of kind, to myself, the image you see, is not what you'll get. 
Standing tall, this bride of mine Resplendent in white, a glow in time Her eyes as bright as sparkling gems  
Dreams guid us... 
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
In fourth grade, a boy made me a necklace; letter beads strung between beating hearts, plastic I handled like crystal.
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Oh no
Deletion.  Every single one gone.  The memories are fading away.  No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought.  Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
We all yearn for happiness
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
WAR
  I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now   My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts   I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces  
the blood on the walls
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends  We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.       Drank            Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY  DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
A group of girls rule the school They always create gossip and fear They always seem to be very cruel
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
  A writer in math class Words on my paper, don’t know what they say.
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you,   You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares   I'm your puppet darling   Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks  My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
confident yet insecure
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
Dear Ladies,
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us  We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear   Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer  
Tűz, Víz, Levegő, Föld Őselemek lennének ők, nevüket sokszor átkozták. Rengeteg ember életét kioltották. Velük tárgyalni nem lehet, nem állhatsz elé a futótűznek.
Looks are deceiving 
It's 12:10am as i write this my darling insomnia fueling my abyss feeling cool and calm as music fills the air though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs Alls i get is deep stares Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge I received Rooted deep in earth I didn’t have to travel I am the inner cup Half full kind of tree I listen to remember Listen to the wind Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is the stark constrast of good and bad, right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.  What ever happened to gray? to shade, to shadow,
Give me hope Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past Give me hope Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education Give me hope
  I was born From what I've been told I was a happy, strong baby.
Another day opens with the crack of dawn, filled with so much potential. Seniors awake from groggy slumber, sometimes with a goal in mind.
My pen gliding against the paper Drawing out my words A voice thats unknown, A desire to be heard Music, art, writing, A mind full of words, A voice of meaning, And the hatred of lying
I try to forget the night. The night I heard the news.
Late at night, as I study I wonder what it is I want to be As the Bio terms become fuzzy, I decide M.D. is what I want people to call me.   I want to poke and examine and listen
White turns to black. Hearts began to crack. Eyes filled with salty tears, one of their biggest fears. Open casket, scared to see. A young girl staring back at me. For then I knew, the girl looking back, was me. - A.B
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i was never as strong as Them She fought a long battle, where i could only last for a short time
Used like a toy for laughs, abused till' the brain stews, left as an abandoned child. Why do this to me dear?
At First is was all smiles and Hi's Shy looks away Trying not to get caught looking anyway Confusion, fear of rejection I’ve never felt like this before, though So how do I know how I feel?
The life I see before me, Is only a path of scrutiny. If I could change one thing, One thing only. It would be the change where Everyone is equal. No hate, no fear, no decrimination.
Life is unfair The adults all preach it But it takes so long for you to believe it You ride the waves Until the board breaks
It's completely natural to me, Like I've done it all my life, It helps to take away the pain, The way they treat me is wrong, It helps to take it all away, It helps relieve the stress,
  Happiness Its sorrow Let it be, come or go Don’t stop here Gone for now Wasted quotations
A thousand days it took to find you, To see your beautiful face A thousand things I would do, Just to feel your warm embrace.
YOU
What happened to goodbye? You left without a trace Gone for good, never to return You don’t understand, you never did
A thousand diamonds on your face, Yet your eyes demand their grace. You with me, a long embrace, To touch your diamond face,
Trapped inside a box, I feel Trapped inside a box. There is no more room to feel There is no room to love.   My heart is solid like a stone It will not bend or break.
Thick with lies I am doused in solitude - a change of events I carry from past to future. Only the bruised mirror of existentialism can open my eyes to a sad truth of careless, reckless, intentional hesitancy.
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
Never Forget   You Stained by bloody waters A past haunts your present being I see the pain in your eyes The beauty of humanity   Rests under your soul
I'm not trying to get you to sympathize but realize that Jesus Christ is why I'm still breathing. At seven I should of died. Mom by my side. Pool of blood on the tar. Both legs broken crying mom am I gonna die?
Hard Work             Drive through flames             Face the endless nights             Burn doubt and all else             Arise higher than the sun            
I don't understand why you turn backs on friends. First you tell stories using my name,Just so you have someone to blame. Then only after you make all these harmful jokes,It's my self-confidence you've begun to choke.
Change is an easy word to say but very hard to do Change comes in all forms no matter how BIG or how 
My life does not truly begin without a dream,
   
Topic Gossip: I am that Hellfire & Brimstone that humans heave when they call each other heathens
If only I were the consious of others Telling them to unite as brothers If only they saw the troubles They would forget about the wonders If only they tried to make an improvement
Why doesn't depression have a face? Like the boy sitting alone Or the girl who cries herself to sleep?
Reminisce'in in the depths Of my solitude. "Why should be dying to live If I'm living to die" Looking to the clouds for Inspiration. That's where I want My burning soul to lie For my resurrection.
Poetry does not require rhyme
a Tree falls the way it leans, leans the way it grows, and grows the direction of sunlight. We grow the way We are planted. Trees are not We, and Trees will We never be.
If there was one thing I could tell you. I wish I could say it all.
anxiety crawling at your skin and bones gnawing through muscle and fat dulling your nerves burrowing in your brain hiding waiting aching  
Four mobile yet unmoving walls are the only thingBetween me and the grey streets and cold Houston air;The only thing between me and a rainbow of people,All searching for a way in.
  Sniffles and coughs. Shoes crunching frostbit grass and raw wind whistling its way through silence. Generations of family shed tear drops of sorrow as all gather around a six foot deep pit
The sweet scent of mangoes, yellow andgreenJuicy sugarcanes and crisp pawpaw’s,coated with pleasurable sheenEach dotted with drops of water from themorning rain
The artist is alone, seeing as he does the horrors that surround  this world of his.   The meadows repulse him. Beneath the veneer of green, he sees only the mud.
Dear father,
My little baby boy
He's white and tan and blond smoldering blue eyes He plays baseball, a star jock   She's black, well brown-skinned actually Her hair is jet black and shiny, Shoulder length and gloriously curly
Sometimes you only have one chance to take. Success. Failure. Both rely on your words. Made with your words, destiny becomes awake. Haters see a green light, and make like birds,
Dear Time, 
Blue meets Green- There's static at the fingertips.
I sit in the last pew-watching and listening. Everyone stops and looks at her.  Some people stand there for what seems like eternity, while some barely glimpse her.
I sit in the last pew-watching and listening. Everyone stops and looks at her.  Some people stand there for what seems like eternity, while some barely glimpse her.
I get into your presence, yet I am carrying the weight of the world. I stumble, and I stagger I stumble, and I stagger because the load has grown. I have become weak, and it is starting to show. 
I wish I could kiss all the b
Scarred Unwanted Broken   In pain Hating yourself Hating other people
I'm sitting here, and asking her if she's okay, but I'm not looking at her My eyes are looking past her, and my mind is elsewhere She's so angelic ,and  I'm so powerless  
I’ve got ‘So it Goes’ tattooed on my rib cage after the great late Kurt Vonnegut; now retired and unstuck in time.
He ran through clouds of dust  Kicked up from his comrades' trampling boots And neutralizing fire- But our children sit.   Rise for The Man! Rise for The Land!  
What shall I say of the seasons? In Autumn’s throes another limb crashes down Deceased Used for naught but the kindling of fire Even of Winter’s frigid squalls barreling through Hollow
Poorest neighborhoods and liquor is at its finest. 
I am a writer.I am a prophet of creativity.I am the interpreter to my own personal muse.I am a dreamer of dreams made manifest to letters that spiral in my mind and make neat and orderly lines on the paper.
These are close friend's for experiences. Rape can be prevented. Him Her Them  Me ---
Finding someone Find something Once you find it  Once you find them Don't let it go Let them know You're there for them But here for you Here for you
  Lost in the desolation of the desert, our minds create mirages from disorientation  And we just accept it and pursue it as an outlet for salvation
To sense the meter lie in rhythm's beat, And hear the words that made the poet weep; Confine not lines that state clandestine thoughts. Let prosper poetry with boundless plots!
I am from chilly summers from four wheeler rides and Windex. I am from the cozy fireplace in my living room (warm, soft, and my favorite place to be)
Pill bottles spread out across the floor Bagged and marked, four hours more Anxiety, Nausea, the list goes on Moments of personality quickly gone   Infection spreads when treatment fails,
The first time that I met you I had no idea that you would mean Absolutely nothing But curly hair and jeans.   You met me in my darkest time; Full of anger, fear, and pain.
THE MOST UBER EPIC AWESOME SUPERB EPIC SUPER DUPER AWESOME SWEET COOL……………..EPIC, POEM. An Ode, if you will. There’s no blood in my alcohol system, I swear to drunk I’m not God.
   If you spent all your life focusing on what everyone around you thinks of you,does this
What is infinite? The power within me is limitless, these words flow out during a rainy evening as I come with a confidence so definitive I could have told you two years ago what my mission is.
L: is for the losers who have no heart O : is for the only thing that keeps us apart V: is vivacious you look each night E: is every time I think of you it is hindsight  
Say
He said This is our f****n’ city A city rocked with a blast A city numbed in the aftermath A city littered with shards of deadly metal A city clinging together He said
Life too short to live the same day twice. You cant stop life, You cant rewind it, You cant skip to the future,
SIG
It hits us! Always in the beginning we feel good, peaceful, warm. This will last forever… we always think that. It ends up to be cold, bitter and sour.
warped metal dives into the ripples ofvirgin natureit dips & a suspended breath laterwe feel itwe in the belly of the crunching beastthe positive G forces lift me upmolecule by molecule
I wake up every morining for school, but gess  what no one cares. I go on to class thinking about everyone else.
Such strange thoughts surround me The soul of the wise in this body of youth cries out in uncertain desire  The love of purity and strength is ignored by shields of ignorance, stupidity, laughs
I woke up early in the morning When I looked out the view was boring All I saw was old homes and grey cement No more green orchards Now I was tortured Stuck looking at the rubble
Once, a boy goaded on by his friends yelled “BORDERHOPPER” in my face. (I must have a very large stride, then, to have hopped the Pacific Ocean.) To be fair, it was middle school.
What do I want? I want to hold out my hand and stop your tears Did you know it’s worth it? Life, I mean
  You only write once slam
As I sit here writing, I am waiting. Waiting for my shift to end, Waiting for the sun to set, Waiting for the boy I like to text me first. Trivial things that don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things.
So far, my life has been boring Everything I know could be put in a box It's silly; I live in a world worth exploring   I know there is an entire world outside my door All I need to do is go to the shore
Greed pulsates through our veins, bitterness sit on our lips and destruction lies behind long lashes.
Time has passed quickly, has it not? Another September come and gone Hopes and desires of change this time around Wondering if there is a reason beyond oneself Blue is the primary color that reaches me,
I told him, many times many times To remind me when The earth begins to jolt- Yet he smiles                               (pant, pant) Red tongue with slobber
Tell me, tell me, tell me why you look at me that way Your eyes scream everything that your lips don't wanna say 7 billion people in this world, somehow you're all alone
Little Things by Dillon D. Our selfish desires can blind us when they become our god. They make us forget all of our blessings. Be thankful of the little things. A roof over your head,
Are you afraid, are you left cold By the thought of our parting, The final separation On that lonely day Somewhere in the distance, The unknowable future that Folds the Now and the Then
Darkness falls upon the trees,
we are taught to remove our individuality because no one likes a weirdo
Write. Weigh each word on the scale of perfection - Only perfection - Settle for no less. Bind each word together with a silver thread Upon which could hang the very weight of nations.
I promise YOU this, As Life goes on days will turn brighter Pain is only temporary and this too shall pass Come along with me and you will eventually see what's it like to become free
Everything Matters to Me !  If I didn't have my parents  I would not have been here today I am 17 years of age and yes I been through it all but the question is  What Matters ?
Dear Santa,
The sponge scrubs the surfaceof the plate, scrubs grime,rhythmically back and forthin time to the musicplaying through the speakersin the kitchen, round and round,back and forth, round and round,
What happened to having fun while having a little class? What happened to those fairytale lifestyles where nothing mattered as long as you were enjoying life?
Two Glassy Worlds, They cannot be ignored, but pass by me often They’re rare, but common here They’re unwanted, but needed.
Give me rest  from the test  from pressure  of not being sure if im less  if i need to be more  whats the best  who decides success i feel like just a pawn 
Back home I spent a lot of time in the rain.I spent hours walking around my neighborhoodNot in light sprinklings or simple showers,but in the heavy downpours that punctuated my childhood.
Eyes closed and stomach churning, My horse, my partner, underneath me, Waiting for our chance to run. Through the saddle I can feel his heart beat, Matches mine, which is racing in my chest,
One choice decides life How should I know what to do  It stresses me out
I believed in foreverYou believed in never
Curiosity please do not go.
See the stars The planets And the darkness alike?
I remember When I was a kid I ran around
Confusion An emotion so strong it hurts, Pain worse than any broken bone.   In love, the pounding heart is tangible, true,
The woods are silent tonight There is not even a peep in it All of a sudden there is a light It grows larger by the minute The animals run for their lives trying not to breath in the smoke
You might walk by her The one you shall not remember, or try to forget The ordinary girl with her nose in a book And her mind in an imaginary world, a better place She reads by the light of the stars
I met a man who chased his dreams By walking between the clouds After his other dreams had abandoned him. He thought that standing on a rope between poles Was the best way to be brave 
I am a punk rockerRocking out to the drunken moon. I am the moon drunken on the everlasting plea for the sun's rays to shine on him. I am the super sun shining for a day that never ends.
Passion is a thing of dreams.
Love is a blazing fire Radiating from the bottom of the soul The flames are hungry, searching, craving They find their victims and attack The beautiful pain encircles,
Scream and shout Breathe in, breathe out
My family is here everyday, we are all together. We are stronger together,  we are better together.   My brother starts my day, he's always happy in every way. He's always laughing,
The world spins round and round
Tired of being unable to drive Makes me feel like I’m nothing inside I have the license but without the key There is no way for me to fly free   If they’d only let me go, then maybe they’d see
In a time when all my hopes were dim, You were the candle that brightened my day. When my circumstances were all too grim, You were with me all the way.   When I said I lost and was ready to quit,
Birthplace of Jazz, City of Festivals , Mardi Gras City, Paris of the South, The Queen of the Mississippi  
I am from long winding roads,  from polaroid photos and old story books,  I am from the brick house at the dead end street, laughter and comfort. I am from the tall trees,  the snowflakes, 
On this day, the fifth of MayWe find our anecdote in worry, livid with the gibberishMrs. Tarr had recently spoke,
Seventh grade—a history simulation: Cut as many cars out as possible, must meet Mother Russia’s quota In a frenzy, I end up slicing myself, a few drops fall on the paper, scarlet on white
I want to make the impossible Grab ahold and don't let go, My mind knows which way to turn
They all said she was beautiful. Beautiful in that sort of Unconventional way, The kind that scorches your heart —fiercely, passionately— Leaving scars in its wake, But wonder in its
The frustration of life. The absolute and direct pang, Like death but harsher,
Based on a set ofFibonacci cheat codes,And an almight being;We all came from oneFlower stemWhich postioned us as petals
Love.
Love. Sudden…unexpected. Lifting the heart Out of the dark, empty crevices of life.    
Just another jacket flung on the couch, Just another book on the shelf. The fire growing ever so warmer in the fire place, They lay cuddled near its warm embrace.   Just another hour, another day,
So many wars,settling scores,fighting for riches,but leaving us poorThey say “believe us,”they only deceive us,if you look closely,their lies are egregious
Do not with your tongue speak, Those three words that make fools weak.   Love we say, and is that okay?
I transcribe these thoughts From my head In hopes of mental relief So that I can go to bed. But now that I’ve begun, I cannot stop or slow down. These words just keep pouring And tumbling out.
Poetry is calming Poetry is smooth when the moments are bombing and your thoughts bring the Black Mood Poetry is living
When in the dark I reflect on me I realize
The wind in my face Around and around the track The finish line near
Vision; Touching, holding pale hands
It's like you don't see When I look into your eyes That shining sparkle That can only bring me pain The essence of my sadness
I can tell something has changed I just can't tell what. I can see it in your face, And feel it in my gut.
when i hit the field the crowd starts to scream. I sit here thinking this could only be a dream. no way, i never thought i would see this day. It all started with my tryouts in may. All the blood sweat and tears through the years.
Typically first impressions make an impact,  But what happened to 'don't judge a book by it's cover'? Whenever we pass someone on campus, what do we see?  We see Ray Bans, Toms or Nike,
I am a tree in a forest of trees At first glance, there's nothing special about me We're worn down - some more than the rest We've stood through each storm, through every test  
Life before seems foreign!   A tender touch from a mother, a kind word from a father. A carefree personality. No worries I ran through the the early feilds of spring Without a fear
Whether you are Rugged and Disheveled
  Another twenty-four hours My eyes burned another hole in the wall Gunshot wounds from my Civil War Cant get up so I'm learning to crawl   My sister and her friend
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast. Too much weed and valley girl, she said.  I met this girl who lives in Jersey
I met this girl who lives on the West Coast but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast. Too much weed and valley girl, she said.  I met this girl who lives in Jersey
Once you told me that you wanted to be a raindrop
So many people, Fear themselves ‘I am ugly, but I want to be loved These words I shall repeat Until they are untrue’
To sleep perchance to dream But you got it wrong Shakespeare I dream perchance to sleep I only sleep eight hours a day But I dream constantly I dream dreams that give purpose to my life
I grew up in a world of loud silence. As a child of an interpreter, I became immersed into the deaf community as much as she was, watching to listen, motioning to speak, trading my voice for talking hands.
Sad dreary eyes longing to be cleaned. 
I am a musician.  
For a while I live in darkness
A crickety seasaw with an invisible old man on the other end.  You go up and down, sometimes close to falling, but you hold on, nonetheless.
Boom, crash.Zip, zip, zap. Fingers gotap tap tap.
The taste of blood on her lips, She opens them. It drips, On the floor, She lays,
To those whom I have failed For the three minutes I have To speak words left unsaid Forgotten Then draped like a vestige
One One Two One Two Three Heart beats quickly To the rhythm of Life, there is only One drum   Lighting the flames of mistakes Only to be put out by the Love that was Found
What is it with people? Is it my face? Is it my hair?  or perhaps my race? Does it really matter, Or should I really care? I mean, after all... It's my life, not theirs.   
Innocence is chaste, its pure Positive connotations to infinity Make a quick rotation
Maybe it’s 17, and you’re running down the road at 2 am, hoping that the boy you love is running
If the stars disappeared 
Life is full of hashtags #YOLO, #mylifesucks, #ihatemylife Well people don't realize there are many who are worse off So be thankful, you brat! Hashtag your life like: #i'mblessed, #ilovelife, #sothankful
Los Angeles,
Giving Up So Easily Seems like the best thing Youve tried to make it work but everythings tells you no! Giving up or Giving in which one has more of a consequence
There's always people on the streets Where ever I go. No matter the location of city, No matter where we drive, If you look off to the side, You can see a person With their clothes on their back,
Drop back fade to black Vanish now away, away Never be seen, never be heard Vanish now away, away   To be unseen is how I am  To be clear like glass, away from their eyes
I hope you never kiss your mother With that mouth Hatred would pour from your lips Filling the one person who loves you   I was raised by men as hateful as you
He’s got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
If I have a daughter, I hope that she’s beautiful, Not that I care what she looks like, But because others do. I hope that she is loved for her personality, And that she has the strength,
they say that She's a writer with the beautiful song written for Her catchy lyrics craftily stolen through a contract with hardly a credit to the artist's name   so they say that She's a singer
Anyone can handle being accepted,But how will you or me accept rejection.Some find it saddening,While others find it frustrating.When you feel strongly about someone,You just cant let it be.
I act I act on stage I act for myself I act for my audience I act to my audience I act to myself I am on stage I act   You act You act to me You act to yourself
we all see  what may never be the world turns time stops yet life goes on we feel pain the anxiety the fear best concluion is to face it head on.
I was only ten when I became anorexic.I was starving myselfin order to become plastic.Now I am strong, but I look around to seePeople trying to tell memy lack of beauty.
A young girl just the age of six Awakes one Friday morning Happy to begin her day Her mind she'll be exploring.   She combs her curls and says goodbye To her mother dear
The machines beeping
Why
Approaching the park Someone sits alone in front I hoped it was you
It’s a drink on Saturday nights, But you better be at church on Sunday. It’s high school football, Friday night lights, We all dread work on Monday.   The late summer nights, starry and warm,
The life we live may not necessarily be the life we want But we have to live it any way we can   Never regret the decisions you make Because even the biggest mistakes will teach you the most valuable lessons
As I approach the finish line of a very rewarding four years I feel a lot of relief and excitement
My little feet alone on the playground they run away from me No they’re not scared their footprints fade into the distance I tell myself
The mom in the van with a worried look on her face Just two streets to go and she’ll see her son’s face She mentally checks things off her list at a lightning fast speed Come on light, she says, change to green  
Don't do it So you aren't perfect after all No one asked you to be Neither am I Neither is he Neither is she We all have a purpose Find it Lets make a difference
Only the age of twelve Was she When sold into the commerce of Sex slavery   Misfortune and injustice are All she’s ever known Her purity, untimely taken away Her own body overthrown
I do not mind your judging eyes I do not mind your hatred. I do not mind what lies beneath your mask
When I see the sun setting I think of you. I think of the way that same sun shines upon your face, your eyes twinkling in the bright light. I think of how many days we have spent
I feel like my life is like a tree.
The ball flies off the tee across the field Boom! The first hit of the game Leaving it all on the field not holding back Team more than me The crazy feeling you get when you hit someone to the ground
I feel it It starts at the bottom of my heart and trickles down Into the pit of my stomach Then lower Until it reaches my soul I want to know What happens to love lost
When it hurts will we still see why we got together promise not to ever be temporary Because I can’t take it anymore I need you in my life You make me laugh when I don’t want to You hold me when I don’t your love
It was there, always there In the corner stood that table, The table of joy and sadness. The table had always been there.  From the first time you came home,  To the last time you sat on it. 
So here's the thing- We're all on earth. Everyone is from the moment of birth.   And while we're here, our goal should be to love others instead of loving "me".  
It takes one to know one, which is what I've been shown. It's human nature to care yet also to be solitary which is why we have stars on a team who take the ball and carry the entire team yet rely on the others 
Freedom -a return of serotonin and peace,  without any drugs there's a pressure release.  Relief from worry, suffering and pain,  light and sound don't bother, being simply plain. 
By law Its not ok to discriminate to people based on race. By religion Its not ok to be mean to someone based on looks or wealth. By society Its not ok to be mean to someone based on beliefs.
Your sweet red curls bounce and sway in the wind Your smile lights up the world Your heart is so loving to others
Poetic days Lyricas dreams Emotional nights and Sensational dreams Elements of life Events to me So poetically dedicated  and proud to be  Luxurious thoughts beautiful scenes
  Love is such a simple word However the power behind it can put a person in a whirl I can never say I knew love Nor the powers it contained
I am an erased soul Inside of me Happiness is never set free Passed are the times of cumbersome And I noticed the monster I have become   I lift my foot up  
Stepping into the next chapter of your life. Your gaze hits the vase as your sitting at the table. You notice rose petals have landed in the water.
The young quiet girl with baby blue eyes, I see her in school, I see how she hides, But hides what I dont know.   The young quiet girl who never did speak, I see her get bullied,
In honor of citizens of color standing for the prize civil rights, freedom, brotherhood   Being battered by the storms long nights of exile in one's own land preaching non-violence
Misophonia     Overloaded tortured table, stunning silver, growing feast, smells good. Stomach grumbling, mouth drooling, tongue twitching, can’t                                              
Wind whips me As I soar through My breathing gets knocked out Trying to Pull air back into my lungs But all was silent As I finally made it I checked my back With wings no more
I'm wishing on a star Waiting for my dreams to come true Still all alone in my dark little room Just waiting for my wish to be realized
I'm just a girl With a withered past and blurry future. I can't tell you much about where I come from.. At least not when you ask about ym parents. All I know is my dad's black, I'm a bastard child.
Night. The darkness ebbs around me as a fight for some purchase, for a little bit of leeway as I try to find my bearings. Once that dreaded call of nighttime rolls around, it begins again.
Lets see where to begin,the process of that fire burning passion,first started talking and things were popping .But eventually reality started crumbling down and things stopped.The guy I thought was my knight and shining armor was just a dumb azz
    Rain can make a the day gloom.   Rain can make the day shine blue.  I sit back, relax, and enjoy the soothing sounds of rain droplets hitting my window's side.  Eventually it all sound's as one. 
The Suit of happiness, It is all that they see.They think they know everything about me,If they just take one good look at me.But they cant see.Their blinded by this so called happy me.They cant see the depressed,lonel
As the milky moon makes its first debut, into the mysterious dark of night,
Beating of heart Growing ever faint Your smile still strong I try to smile back   You first came into this world So very unique I did not want to fall in love I did not want to get hurt
Beating of heart Growing ever faint Your smile still strong I try to smile back   You first came into this world So very unique I did not want to fall in love I did not want to get hurt
Gushing life. Dripping in crimson Raindrops bestow forth from the grey The sparkle in Your eyes betrays so much more I look up at You as You cry out from pain   Pieces of iron in hand and in foot
You whisper the words The aching of heart Hidden tears etched into soul Caverns of desperation Pillaged of joy “What is the source of your pain?” I wail Divided soul Divided life
Racing past at such great a speed We get to choose the details we heed The pace is set It won’t slow down We have only one chance To race or to drown   Swirling past
Madness Is My Only Cure, Sanity Is What People Tell Me Is Pure,
  I’m more than just a toy. I’m not a valueless thing. I’m not all about the fame, fortune, money, or bling. I’m not “your woman” and certainly not a whore. I’m me no matter what you do - 
What do 'I' want?  Aye, my constellation tells me tells me I'm content everyday giving favors sacrificing my happiness  Tell me I'm naive Tell me not to carry the world  Cuz I'm wont
The world is a puzzle I have to put together. Glass pieces, smooth corners, but most of all, a broken picture. It's all wrong, and I have to fix it, but this picture comes alive
Roses are red, violets are blue
The days we aren't together are hard to bear So sad and lonely it makes my heart tear Sometimes it gives me quite a scare
lately, i've been losing sleep wait--has it been lately? because i see another story with eyes sunken deep i think it's been years when i couldn't discern between minutes and hours
The life of a flower is a short lived spree
A chance to change the world,  meaning not just by heart and soul, but even by actions and words, that can once again make us whole.   The creator gave humanity a choice,
This feeling we share is endless Our memories are forever Though I may have moved on from you
Beyond what’s in front of us, Endearing life with chains and locks
Alas! What a troublesome sight this night is, Your silhouette on the wall I idolize, As you dance to and fro, mocking me so,
Who is he who protects our life? The patriot, whom we often disregard Why? His honor and love so rife   Living in a world of pure strife The patriot gives all Who is he who protects our life?  
If music is a mirror revealing the depths of my heart Then I will write the darkest song For without forgiveness my soul is lost All that is hope within destruction comes from You
What if my life came crashing down before my eyes,
Every little kid admires an adult every adult wishes to be an minor as we grow we realize that not all is for us and not everything was made for just one   Every morning is a fight to change the future
It feels like there is So much to say But the words aren’t flowing right, like
The sun slides below the horizon, Like silver over ice, Burning across the sky on its descent, Receding as you please.   Night crashes, Winding the broken clock, Swallowing the stars' light,
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
Who are you? You! With your surmising glances, You who lies in wake, desperate, for blood Funny.
Could you please take a look at youremail before the clock strikes twelve On second thought, maybe all your students are emailing in hope you receive Notification of any kind would surely be swell
Slave to the beat of the sewing machine Working here since thirteen Eventually I will escape hell Attire is all I smell The black smog fills my lungs Surroundings covered in dung
Someday I hope to be surrounded by the glamour Encompassed by the sound of the indistinct cameras I take a look around for the long exposure panorama  But I wake up to the pounding of a steal nose hammer  
Days when you were always around So much of you it was even possible to drown I remember when I took you for granted Granted, I never knew your enchantment Now, all that is left of you is a tear
"we'll pray for youyou're just confused.it's just a phase.everyone goes through this." goes through what, exactly?
I'm still the same old me Why can't you see that I Am the good guy here I don't try to deny that I'm weird But only if you just tried and listened with your ears   You imply I don't speak the truth
Each poem read has un written story Each line written is apart of the history of the writer. In order to write one must feel  and in order to feel one must suffer. Suffering is what hurts the most 
Cooped up in his room
They say I'm crazy Because I am not like them The World is Changing   Wearing different Clothes Suits and Ties box me in I am lost in them   My mind releases
You
My heart is like a puzzle set,broken clear into.From all the guys I've ever met,who hurt me through and through.But you're the one who heals the breaks,and turns away the blue.
It’s crippling. Fog clogging up every thought and sense. Like the thousands of baby snails that clogged up the filter in the fish tank. They all died. Not that they’d known what living was.
when your support fails. you feel unworthy, uncompitent and most of all shame. that you put them trough it, untill they hit the breaking point. when your foundation crumbles you dont know what to do. the only thing you can do is cry.
The Windy City is its nickname, but do you really know what blows through these streets...
  1. stories about growing up are vicious
i sat in my imagination recreated music videos   imagined my skin bleached  by the lights   as the music made my hair feel long,   
Hear the crying of her soul, as we smother her treasures, the wonders to behold.   Feel her tremble beneath our feet, as we tear down her gifts, and she lies there in defeat.  
Six dead in Florida So hot, so hot Lines of cars wrapping around The city, droves of people A frenzy of flies Escaping the sky Calm and quiet luring some back It was so hot
Once I had a friend Once I changed locations She had made the preparations of my departure from there to here I didn’t think much of it she was so worried of our end
So many people are lost in their ways,  Having lost their bearings, strayed in sea,  
Drops of water fall on my plate, ready to spill. The search for answers, the clock is ticking still. Answer my question...why am I still alive? Is it for a reason, to find the meaning of life? I'll just have to do or die. 
  It’s the sight of your mother throwing up in the kitchen, Her face red as a tomato, For whatever reason, unable to keep the food down.   It’s the smell of your pug’s pee soiling the carpet,
I tried to write a poem
I’m tired of hearing the word“Christian”I don’t want to hear about yourChristianity,I want to see it.
It’s funny that when you start Teachers tell you that you’re smart. That you can go anywhere you please, As if getting there will be a breeze.   You continue on your way,
When you walked away and left me here, did you know that I still loved you? When you discarded me for another did you fear your heart  would be as empty as mine?
You have been brought down at last! Finally, I see you as you really are, as only a friend from the past,
Tears run,And shadows crawl,For all of those who've lost it all. Food is less,And hunger more,All our hope is out the door. Sorrow hearts,And weakened souls,As we hold our empty bowls.
Anchor my soul
He Loves her With every inch of him he does Yet despite his biggest efforts He gets no help from above. But he knows he loves her Though she may never know
I look in the mirror only to see a mosaic put together with imperfections I look down at my size 9 feet Wishing they were a size 5 My eyes travel upwards
Feeding off dump sitesGovernment preaching about human rightsThe minds hunger now difficult to fightThe authority’s pledge I’ve learnt to reciteInsanity, poverty for eternity
Dear Bully, what you do not see is that I am stronger than you. Dear Bully, if you stood in my place you would see the hell you put me through. Dear Bully, why, oh why, do you do what you do?
I walked in
Freedom comes at a high cost in our country and in many it is won by a war of injustice and control   Many people do not see the value freedom has to those unfairly treated
It always feels good to be proud of yourself for an accomplishment you made or something you're good at   You have a glow about you when you feel good about something you did
We all want that fairy tale ending that we see all the time in the movies when the princess gets her Princess Charming or the guy gets the girl and they live happily ever after  
What is this feeling I can't seem to control? Deep, deep inside me I no longer feel whole. The world around me seems to be moving fast, but no matter how hard I try, I'm stuck in the past.
whenever i drive by cemeteriesi hold my breath and try to count from six hundred and seventy eightdown to onebecause six hundred and seventy eight is the number of steps
Your petals posses a rich vibrancy that glows within,You remind me of my dad,He has a beautiful complexion and rich tan skin, 
Engrained in the very fiber of our culture, Fundamental to our identity, They say it empowers and protects us,  They say that guns make us American,   Our language is corrupt with its influence, 
I want to be in the clouds To reach the top To stand in the heavens   My neck strains as I stand at the base Of my mountain Now that I have gotten so close It is harder to see the clouds
A story is a story, It begins strong and passionate. Characters are introduced. A location is created.   A story is a story, It builds onto the foundation. Character is developed.
Soft muzzle nuzzles my handWarm breath dances like smoke through the airIt's a cold day, but my heart is warm - for onceI wonder if he knowsTrapped in a place I can't leave
There is no life without music for music is life.
Her voice is fading from my mind,As time rushes on without her.The time for warm hugs to bindus have long since passed.
Given Up by Alycia Zenga                                                 Giving up                                  What an easy road to take                                   For a ladder of hope and will
In a couple of months everything that once was so familiar will be left behind, like when a child no longer needs their blanky for comfort. No longer will we run into bed next to our mommies for protection or to just cuddle and talk.
Oh she doesn't love me this place has turned wicked making me earn chips making me burn bridges
Loving caresses Following me endlessly  Appreciation
With him in mind she loses sight of who she is And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told And who would believe what had been done to her
A little girl staring at a blank wall sitting only on a sullied pallet An unclothed man down the hall looks out from a cage  A baby boy with a deformity lays abandoned in a crib Cries and moans echo
Dream of a world in which the seas do not shove,And in which the tide never declines offers,And where the clouds are more reliable.Dream of where the grass can be whatever color you please,
I have tried to play the game to smile, to laugh and do as everyone else has   The trouble is the mask doesn't fit The smile cracks The laugh dies   I see how it works
The thing you give to the person you love the most is also the weapon that hurts you more than most    
Standing in his Navy blues, Heading for a life he decided to choose, Never knowing if I'd hear the news, Of his life I couldn't  loose.   In his arms, he held me tight. As the tears I tried to fight.
I remember the day clearly bewilderment, agony, pain I stepped outside, greeted by the harsh, bitter cold as if the weather knew by matching the very feelings I held to you  
      
Driving down my street and what do I see? Groups of young men that all have the potential to be future LAWYERS, DOCTORS, TEACHERS, and DENTISTS but they don't see this; they THINK the truth is
Thanks for the support
Yelling at a closed door Feeling full of grudge and war Eyes brimming with pearl shaped tears Differing views are full of fears.   Sometimes things are somewhat good When we're made of brick and wood
Water from the faucet running.
To love and to be loved are two different things; especially to a girl. In order for a girl to love, she needs to be loved. On the other hand, in order for a man to love,
"Be not a person who lays down on the job, who fakes it to get by. You'll be in an unhappy job," said my mother. "Cut the crap and get over yourself, you're just an attention-seeking teen."
Looking out across the darkness, I stand with my hair wipping all around me, My flowery sundress blowing along with it. Below me I see the ocean, Above me the stars are starting to appear.
The sons of mortal men seek to diminish my existence, They concentrating their energy on breaking my resistance,  To that Bullsh*t, All up in my ear with nonsense,
Depression. It’s like being trapped in a dark tunnel. You are cold. With nobody to keep you warm, As they wrap their arms around you. You are alone. Nobody is there for you; Nobody ever was.
    The breeze is cleansing, I open up my dull mind, Nature is crucial.
Opening my eyes slowly, All I see is white, Oh wait there might be a string, maybe black Voices I hear, "Tell me where it is hurting?" Cold metal that seems to caress my heart I am hurting everywhere 
Faith He taught us first Then evil cast its curse
On September 22, I tore us apart Muting all of the beats that flew through my heart Silencing the river of love that quenched my soul Ripping away all of the feelings that I never could control I ended us  
Model of a human, in this you'd surely see, It's a part of every one of us, to each heart it holds a key. Sometimes it trips us up when we're heading for success,
Alone.                 A hole.                             A sadness.     A blue comfort.       My heart is a lonely hunter Who spends its life
Absent from the beginning
Grime and sweat of our days events Cling to our skin like everlasting hints Now it's time to end this day With our last and final play   Waiting for our signal to go Sounding with a trumpets blow
Ever since i was small, all ive ever had a heart for was children. Sure im generally a chill person but there's always this thing with me when it comes to adults.
I hate poetry.I think it's a waste of time.
age
I can’t
What we use
You only write once is a very true statement. My generation is motivated by money, power, and respect. My hunger was always driven by intellect. A good education is something intangible that can't be taken away.
I step into the cauldron The fire liquid washes over but doesn’t burn Instead I feel relief but know that I singe  
Here she is in treacherous water.Here she thought she could saunter.Amongst the darkest depths she’d wander,Only to find she had grown fonder.  
I feel a heavy weight Weighing down on me Blocking my entrance to the pearly gates Setting my inner demon free  I don't want this life... Full of constant restrain and strife
  Preferences
Her breakfast starts on a mirror, Shaped and formed out in lines. A soft cry out in fear,
One day back in SeptemberAll those many days ago,Though now hard to remember,I wrote you an “I miss you” note.I told of how I loved youHow close you were to my heartI said some things about us two;
Don’t slouch down!Wipe off that frown!The chapel is just right uptown.
1.      Late night trains going by a dark apartment 2.      Cold Campbell’s from the can 3.      $5 left in the back of your wallet 4.      Goodwill
Success is engraved in my brain More knowledge –I don’t complain  Stupidity is the cousin of ignorance Why y'all still messing with racism Lets change the world a bit Our generations was left with shit
As she to brightened petals flits, Her golden hue on blossoms lits;. ‘Twixt thorny earth and sapphire skies; On paper wings, she trembling flies.
How strange it is, to only feel pain,
How do you become H-A-I-T-I-A-N?
I'm drowning. Weighed down under the surface of the sea, bubbling, gushing into everything.
Fire The flames Burning, ashes, smoldering.   My future The same No chance   No help No funds No way   I need A degree To be free  
i tried to die. my heart was broken. my life's story, a simple statistic. she left me. she used me. she left me alone. with him. whom i loved. though he hated me.
It was as unfamiliar to me- As is the arduous trenches hidden by the sea. It was as natural to me- As it the comfort of an over-worn sweater.
Sometimes, in the middle of a cold, windy day, I like to sit in the middle of the street.
A glance from you shatters stars in the sky The pieces crumble They fall into the ocean, where they’re washed by the salt Of the tears of men whose hearts you’ve broken before mine
    Mistress is just a pretty word,
The tunnel in front of me glows calling for me
At Eight years old, you believed superman was your real hero. At eight years old, my mom was mine and she needed to heal.   You didnt believe superman ever took off his cape.
Our love is like a lightbulb on its last hours of life Frantically it flicks on and off and on and off It clings to its last bit of ennergy before it burns out and is replaced
colorguard. no. not the military one. the one with the pretty flags,
You Only Live Once, You only drank twice, Got suspended from school.
In the name of Allah,  I start this letter, As a child I dreamed of many dreams,
It's a peculular thing; life, One goes through everyday struggles, Yet never does it end, The endless torment, So what can be done? We can kill the problemers,
People have the strength to conquer their problems in lifeThey don’t have to let their fears slash through like a knifeThis I believeHow do I believe this, you ask?Well, I have been put up to this task
Everyone in high school wants that cute boy  To hold your books
What goes around comes around like a tetherball But when I make it rain you won't talk if the weather falls Sometimes I wanna jump out a plane without a parachute
As I turn back and say goodbye, I can't help but wonder: Is this for the best? Nevermind if I feel regret in leaving Because if it were right then I would stay.
When I was young, 
When I was young, 
The walls of the halls are Stark, white, narrow Constricting, But they're the bone to her marrow
Big eyes shining like the mo
Speak now or forever hold your peace, But what peace is there when fear is breathing down my neck? What peace is there when the shadows on the wall appear to be that exact fear?
Hah! Death, I scoff at the word.  How silly people fear what they know NOTHING about.  "Death; the destruction or extinction of something." Destruction? Extinction? You have no idea! The person is at a place far better than this world.
Growing up can be something to get accustomed to You don’t know who you are just yet You try to find the real you
Birthed from the ashes, like a phoenix perhaps? The dress dares to be strikingly close to the color of said bird Clipped wings give you reassurance, Relieved?
Seeing is to believe, and believing is to dream. Dreaming isn't opening our eyes to reality but giving us the ability to build a new mentality.
She is Distant & Unavailable making her unatainable.   I am Fearless & Untameable making me insatiable.   Our Souls Will Not Be Harnessed  
I asked the snow why it descended its colorless flakes, And it ceased as the morning commenced; I asked the Sun why he refused to radiate so brilliant, And he yawned as he arose into the ashen sky;
my sea gla
I Praise with my hands folded                 And my knees bended. I’ll Praise standing and seated,                 Wherever I might be. Praising with a trail in front of me
When I was little I was fascinated by my body.I wasn’t even 60 pounds and yetalready known for looking down.People thought I stared at the groundbut instead I was watching my feet,
Words have power beyond our control. The power to heal, the power to kill, They tell what has happened, and sometimes, what will.   Words paint pictures that are vivid and full.
You say it's the light that comes from within, Bright and sunny is how you've always been. Your smile would light up the room and you weren't afraid to dream, Nothing could harm you so it would seem.
Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard! -futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back..                         My affliction.    my burden. MY BURDEN. carry, drag.   Lost within my own
If life were only poetry,  I would write my life away.     Avoiding the constant struggle,  When hardships stop to "play".     If life were but simplicity,  A constant epiphany i would vow. 
A black that I desperately want to be grey fills my soul to the tip whispering to me the knowledge I know very well It sings to me of days I'll never experience again laughs at me for the regret I hold inside
I’m not a singer
  The Embrace 
Ignorance Ignorance is bliss they say, Then why does it lead to so much hurt and pain If you do not know what goes on in the real world,
Walking through the halls, we all look the same
I feel this flame Shall we all burn together All of us who believe Believe in the one true above And if we should die tonight We shall raise a glass A glass of fire To show this world
Personal Lyrics? I'll give you some personal lyrics. Dissed by my class 'cause I'm not actually hip making me release a full clip of emotions onto this paper but I guess I now no longer mind be labeled the quiet stranger
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I've never been the superstitious type, but there's something about that's so supernatural. But yet it feels so natural everytime I look at you. And I felt us drawing close before I even met you.
You only write once So this is my only chance To express what’s inside Even though sometimes I wanna hide   Because the pain is real and the hurt is deep
Life is music.
The scent of steak on the grill,    The tire swing, swinging in the wind.  The laughter of kids in the pool, 
Brown hair, Green eyes, The perfect disguise. Blue tears, Sad lies, Socety hurt her. Too fat, Too pale, Screams in the dark. Too late, So sad, Words have killed her.
 Close my eyes and there you a
 
I am here. Alone. Engulfed by the masses, a sea of blissful ignorance. Yet still,  Alone. It is so loud. So very loud... Almost too loud.
I wonder where words go when they’re broken When lives just get in the way I wanna go to the land where lost things go Will you be waiting for me there   Like the sequoia we look to the sky
No one understands the pain that I go through, they say it's just a phase, something we all do, but I'm not part of "all" I'm unique and set apart by the things that define me, my actions and my heart.
Screaming hurts But I need to They can't hear me But still They have to   I've been trapped Too long I feel my breath leaving I have to scream But it hurts  
Read my eyes to find pain, Caused by you, but not in vain.   In those same eyes love had been,
"Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver." - Cointess Markievick   A fire burns in my chest I can not control or dampen
Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far,far far away from here. Make my wings strong and willful, lighter then my heavy heart and my feathers so pale and golden
The barista cries, One skim milk, vanilla latte, with a double shot of social injustice!   My hands wrap around a steaming cup of a million years in a landfill.  
Broken Promises
The rose
The silkworm sleeps a long slumber, Is burned before life can be breathed again, Her body is boiled, Her bedchambers broiled, Now decorate the bodies of affluent ladies of good renown,  
Him and Me The way it should be US alone, in OUR own home But you see, him and me are too young to be.
I look in the mirror And what do I see?
I sit among the trees looking up at the sky. My thoughts ponder and ask the question why? Why does it feel like I’m slowly dying?
The guys open doors for you, The people never seem blue. No apologizes for loving Christ. I can get a house for the right price!
Life starts out so simple As the flowers begin to bloom, You see their vibrant colors And, to you, there is no gloom.   The summer sun grows hotter As you begin to sweat,
What do when everything feels like it is falling slowly into a million little pieces? Just one thing after another, Crash, crash, crash, I want to cry but don’t know how, Crash, crash, crash,
I am alone and curious, I wonder what you think about me, I hear the little things said, I see the beautiful place I’d like to be, I want all my bad thoughts to walk away, I am alone and curious,
I never knew loving you would hurt.  I did everything in my power to make it work. Nobody else around me feels this hurt. Just teach me to love you, help me learn. I wanna know what it takes to please you.
I dove right in. I stopped drowning. Drowning?
 
I am the mountains and they are me,
Scratched discCut cardDead dogNo battery EscortDealerRound two FameWealthLightsDark Off.
I cannot touch you Not physically Yet emotinally and mentally I manage to do. You're so far away But so close to me I tell you goodnight at the end of the day. I wish I we could meet
How big the
 With closed eyes and a steady heartbeat She reached toward the door quite gently Sick of livi  Sick of living a life full of deceit She yearned to no longer feel weak and empty  
“The End is Near” The truth is what they believe, They are found here Sleeping in streets every eve.   The stench spiked the senses Stinging the nostrils this due to, The soot that dispenses
I open my eyes, bad thoughts in my head, as I find the motivation, to roll out of bed.  I brush my teeth. I comb my hair. I throw on some clothes, whatever's there. I trudge to my truck,
You drank yourself away to somewhere new, somewhere you thought would be better. But every night, you just cried  and cried  and cried until you drowned in your own tears.
I saw your work of art today, And they say behind every artist there is a story,  behind every painting, an emotion.  So, why do you feel this way? How much pain did it take to make that Masterpiece?
Society. It drives me.  Family. They guide me. Money. It rules me.  Fear. It consumes me. Hate. It alludes me.  Desire. It fuels me. 
    
Where I Am From   I am from coffee in the morning to Maxwell House at night. I am from the feel of soft carpet mixed with the vivid smell of roses.
Passion, Blood boiling, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach, nervous palms, Passion. Me, gazing at you from afar. Wondering who you are, your thoughts, your desires. Passion.
My abilities are beyond thought, Take me and you’ll see. If you attempt me, You will never escape free. Only try me one time and I’ll think about letting you go. But try me twice
The slums consume me, darkness follows me. Tomorrow comes.
Trying to think creatively,
They are said to be the best, They are said to be the worst. They can make you, And they can break you. You will learn much Over these years; Will you learn all That you need?
Blank The page is blank What should I write?   Should it be a sad poem? How about a poem about death? Love Poems? What should I write?   You only write once
No more clicks, Just touch screen tips. Detached from reality, Virtual scenic. Heads nod, but only Like sorrow-- One direction. "It is cool that I borrow... Your wifi, bro?"
you are not a tiny meticulous detail to be dissected by my scalpel, over you my being cannot pulsate with the power of detachment from those puerile, violently beating organs   i cannot control
“Too…” I lie awake, I cannot sleep, My racing heart is skipping beats,
Shes beautiful and she knows it,Even though her body disagrees. Shes weak physically but doesn't not try,As she has a strong will and doesn't want to die. 
All i want to do is play instead of doing work all day. With all the homework and the tests, Its a miracle I have time for rests.  As more work piles up and you start to stress, 
Fire Renews   Fire, it's the renewer of life How? You may ask When it's caused so much strife Let me unmask   Fire, it readily destroys
As we walked through the doors Our hearts were racing, scared to death of what we'd be facing The next four years, we would be in this place The next four years, we would learn every face  
Science is the world coming alive the moment I open my eyes to look at you and ceasing to exist the moment I close them again, falling into a f
We hope and we pray That the day will come at last
Answer to the blue bird of hope, Ride the mountains and at the top, Shout your freedom and your thirst of peace,
A gentle breeze brings a sense of hope As a young schoolgirl stops and breathes In the scent of trees, water, and wind Which permeate the field on which she marches That field on the grounds of Gettysburg
I yearn to learn what I do not live, knowing it will never all be known.  I flee to see what I have not, knowing it will never all be seen.  I keel to feel what experience brings; knowing it will never all be felt.
It was frigid on that dark winters night. The blank stare of homework was in my eyes. As my brothers came in, she called us all together. Not noticing the mood I waltzed without a care. It was when I sat down that I became aware.
There was a time when this land would flood. Be saturated, soaking in thick black mud. The golden sun could not shine  through the iron silver that tarnished the sky. So every night I'd kneel and pray
Locked in, ride starts, strapped tight, don't try to fight Up an incline, we feel the car rattle Just as our life does, the coaster takes flight Force of gravity and machine battle
At a certain age We all lose our heads. They roll into the night Out of reach
Life flashes before us,A brillant silver stream.It sweeps you up and takes you,Takes you on a journey.It's not random, unplannedIt takes you to your destiney,
 “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” – Hebrews 11:1   I look up at him with open eyes Trying to open them, perhaps, a little wider
Weeping one-winged angel
Some I's are easy to read Some I's are harder Their O's pronounce ideas like Love Awe Oh Oh, I get it. I guess they- we- are all the same.
Wishes. dreams Of a New day. clouDs of pink and of purplE swiRling around yOur
Burn the house, burn the meadow Everything but sky turned to shadow Using flames while being rash Turning the memories back to ash
#YOWO you only write once Need a scholarship to fight funds Wether you have high or low incomes College costs a lot And you have to go if you want to boss a lot
Don't give up, on your dreams. Hold your breath, count to 3. Close your eyes, sound asleep.  Watch you go, on your run.   Don't let anyone. Don't let anyone tell you.
Whispered sweet nothings, I find nothing sweet The cliched line just burn my aching heart With nervous glances they hurriedly meet Falling "in love" even before they part
Sin Cloggin my veins Causing pain in ways I don't feign to understand understand me I know its there emotional connections lead to sin infections
How bright the room lights up when you smile The glow in your eyes makes me melt on the floor Nothing I want more than to stay  Because every time I leave I just want this even more Years we've been together
I ride a horse through dreary woods With crimson marble eyes. Swamp serpents circle chestnut trees Whilst I lash blackened thighs. We cross betwixt the mist and sea And piercing rays of dawn,
My mother has been there, from day one.
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It takes pain to know that you're alive,    That your heart is beating.    That your skin is feeling.    That your lungs are breathing.   It takes passion to know that you have the drive,
    Windows painted with no brush Secrets revealed but on the hush Clothes on but see through Vest on but bullet thrushes u Dead but alive
  Her pastel blue dress flowing like a river, cascading down her legs. The moon light, casting an iridescent glow  on her already tanned skin. His suit, black like the night sky above
I look up at many faces, at all the many places. so what if I am shorter? Between me and them, there is no border. I don't think people should be judged by height. Toward others, my thoughts are bright.
Hello, my name is Officer. I live to protect and serve. Behind the scenes I have family,one I don't deserve. I wake up every morning with a grin on my face.
  If I could write away sorrow Let ink leach from the pen I hold Onto paper and create a landscape Where there was a barren wasteland And that landscape was an oasis And no one could fight in there
Here to tell you all that we’re all computerized, Screens are friends, cameras eyes, My whole generations so syn-chro-nized, Never lived a day without computers in our lives, The day we were born, we watched tv,
I saw her there, out in the crowd. I saw her there, my mind cried aloud. She wore black, the shade of her hair. She wore black, the hue of despair. Alone she sat, in an empty pew.
We live in a world of the sun. The light casting eternal shadows Down, Down, Down, Until it hides us who aren't brave enough to shine.  
Who really is family ? A question that now at my 17 years old, I'm stuck asking. I was always taught family is only blood and we all watch out for each other. I come from a huge family , so there is no such thing as close family.
  All strung together With an extremely strong tether But each has its say On issues facing us today   One proclaims peace For war to cease Another promotes love
A dancer is expected to be tall, long, and thin.  Their balance should rival a cat, and their grace should make you stare in awe.    When a shorter than average, larger than average
Picture this.
Evermore It started at daybreak, that bloody war. It felt nearly endless,
Warm, soothing, purring soft ones. Family, gathered for communal peace.   Sarcastic, judging, hurtful words, freezing hearts. Undoing what a roast has done, with another.  
You
 
  The dense black fog engulfs all hope, The shivering bodies trying to cope. With nothing in sight, But the gleaming, hallow black eyes, Scream with piercing cries. As he creeps on his tippy toes,
There’s a certain kind of sadness,   Sadness that floats in the absence of matter   The distance between your last layer of skin to mine   Screams desperately to conflate and stop time.  
Here in America Every two minutes Someone is sexually assaulted  
A rocky hillock grove Through softly which  Thy sea-wind blows By which a single river flows into the cold loch it goes   Thy Single starry night 
I’ll never understand the pain of a woman
A Screaming Babe in her Mother's ams A Blackend Claw slashes forth accompanied by a Roar The Oppressor Towers above
You tore me open Ripped me red I should have died But there I bled
I once met a farmer whose name was Brain He gave me a packet of seeds   All that was needed was sunshine and rain To grow these flowers, trees, and weeds   And I planted a seed into the ground
My piano plays only for you For you, are the only on it remembers. One touch from your hands will make it new.   Its black and white keys have been touched by few, The notes escaping like fire from embers.
I have always fallen when things get tough Pain is my weakness that always puts me down I use to always believe I was never good enough But now I rise above my whole town And they will know my name
Such darkness, her face streaked black. Such lonliness, her breast against thigh.
My life so far has been less than what I have expected My body, mind and soul have been affected On September 11,2013 Iost my father,
It isn't that you were forced to give up, but how easily you gave up.
It burns. It stretches. It pulls at my everything. The song reverberates through my muscles. Even when I am still, I am moving, I am floating, I am melting into the music.
Losing love like this and that I'm okay, though my mind's off track Trouble in store seems to get me where I'm at Complicated world And that's a fact
He lives here. She, a few time zones away.
A young boy sitting with a girl They both look up at the sky
The moment I close my eyes Smoke creeps into the air suffocating me like an anaconda Like a sly Inland Taipan striking me with its poisonous venom, and then nothing...  
My chest hurts.  It splits and aches and twists. I cannot express myself enough.  No one hears what I say, no one sees what I see. These words from my heart, from my chest, from my soul – they are the only way to describe me.
As I sigh my past replays. A pulse 
Don’t poke the bear, give it a liberating squeeze, that’s the American way, under the red bears lead. An emancipating speech, from under southern cotton sheets, who hands out bloody lessons and yells it the streets.
STRESSED. Senior year. The year we have all been waiting for. The year we were all eager to start.
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Embrace the strength;   the new found confidence. Something women suppress
Winter Wonderland (Skeltonic Verse) The sky is bright and the ground beautiful and white, during snowball fights in the afternoon light. The air is shivering cold,
Tragedy and triumph
I did not come this far to stop. I came to dance to sing to be Myself.
There is a struggle within myself to do what I love, what I am passionate about; but also find a career and then later provide for the family I am supposed to have
Young and fresh and just out of high school Remembering how your dad’s medals always looked so cool. Determined, you head to Camp Lejeune. After 13 weeks your dream came true; finally, in dress blues.
I used to be sad cause I've always been different I've alwas been weird But now I'm the top of my class So I don't really care now
Sliding into silence, you approach my open door with roses rough against your palms and no voice in your bitten mouth. I am starting to scale my piano, and you listen behind the staircase. I pause, I stand,
I inhale, exhale; and can’t say I’m unwell Can’t say I’m fly, flying high over wish-taker Nightmare-maker skyscrapers But I’m tired. Rain came, mud splashed all over my white sneakers
I used to sit beside the lake until sunset, then, Writing about every love I'd ever lost; Memoirs of a better, worse, different life.
The orb of day fades softly into night  Gray blanket clouds sheathe earth in cold embrace  Fahrenheit drops as Boreas awakes  Swirling in wind, flecks of ice take flight  Shifting and reflecting in dim lamplight  Frigid flakes sift softly through
Good evening, everyone How are we today? Can I get you a drink? Tea or lemonade?   Water, no lemon Two Sprites, light ice Oh, you have Pepsi products? I guess that will suffice.  
The Little Hands My heart is in two because it covers the news Guns in the little hands
Home is not a house, you can hardly call it a place. It's more like a collection of memories, spun into an intricate lace.   So when you leave somewhere, the warmth of familiar faces-
                      I missed your white pine arms wrapped softly around my blue water torso,
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears. Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors? Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free. One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
The skies become dark The wind picks up As the rain starts to pour Everyone runs for shelter But as if none of it ever happened Everything stops No wind, no rain, even blue skies
Tonight, the waves seem gentler
The waves crash against the shore With so much beauty and allure As the birds skim the water Feel the summer sun getting hotter To be alone, go close to dusk Look at the moon, feel its cool touch
In the Forest of Life we danced
Having immediate contact with others
In my brick tower I gaze upon the others Those who frolic And let Happiness find them Oh how I envy   Instead I am here Letting the heat salsa Across my skin while voices
Like an hourglass my mind started to empty as my heart started to fill
I can smell her on my clothes Her sweet perfume permeating the thread of my cotton knit sweater She brightens my day without a word Her smile a radiant beam of warmth causing my stomach to him with joy
My darling has turquoise eyes, A head covered in bouncy locks of gold, A warm heart that tells no lies, I hope that she will never grow old.   i would pick her up and twirl her around,
Any night spent singing my heart out, jumping on a bridge that swings under our weight, scrawling our thoughts on concrete blocks and smashing glass jars against rocks is a night well spent.
My soul screamsInto the black abyssOf complete solitudeNot a single echo heardWithout its companion
Dancing Shadows By Laquanna Allen   In today’s society There is only one thing you can be The bully or the bullied   Round and round
Believe me, I am aware  Of every single flaw Or imperfection That creates my  Monstrous existence. So who are you To come and blame My imperfections For making me 
I came home and found you in your usual spot, hiding from the world. Dark despide the sun being awake. Your eyes are open yet nobodys home, you stare straight ahead without following my movements. 
I face my worst enemy, thoughts encompass my mind, spinning with no sense,              I                   am                             confused. Fear takes control. The enemy grips me,
I am from a nest. From Chronister and Kramme. From German immigrants dreaming of life in America, And blonde-haired blue-eyed sisters.   I am from BBQ cookouts, Dipping Oreos in skim milk,
If I still had my mother I’d call her “mommy” and give her a running hug every time I saw her because even though I’m 16, I’m still that little girl who refused to cross the street without holding her mom’s hand.
There’s a monster with crooked teethWith yellow eyes and bony kneesHe opens up his palm for my soulAs if it’s my life in which I owe
October Vigil   Darkness sits so heavy, but even the deepest night  is lifted by a candle's light.   A single light flickers so fragile, but even the smallest flame
When the rain falls outside I sit by my window and stare Into the dreary darkness Without so much of a care I seem to think a lot these days About my vast future It only seems like yesterday
Do you ever have problems thinking of what to do? Yes? Well, me too. Take this poem for example- About what should I write?
The world moves at four hundred and ninety thousand miles per hour Having trillions of crazy things happening in it every second And here I am, with some paper and a pen
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