passion

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Sometimes it is hard to stay positive and to believe in yourself, You think you have it all planned out but there are people around you who try to convince you to be someone else.
There's something new I'm experiencing here. Four letters, 7 billion definitions. I had a premonition, no, wait. Just wishes. Wishes of being free from desire, a fire in my heart that is fueled by passion. A distraction from my normal routine.
"The sun kisses my soul first thing in the morning as it peaks through the blinds draped over my window. Im only truly awakened when your lips kiss my skin while your eyes peek through the window into the depths of my soul. So gentle.
You are perfect.  That’s it.  I said it.  Perfect.
How my brain responds to “I love you”:  
  Money is impossible as a musician, people say
Friends are important. They may be the only reason why I’m still here today; they've brought meaning back into life.
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
When my toes finally poked through Those converse sneakers from 8th grade And my shirts got a bit too tight When the boys stopped wanting to play ball And the girls just wanted to fight
My aspirations were like grand constellations Plucking one dream after the next   Then came the Big Bang of adolescence With every burning goal Came a larger person To put it out  
Some souls burn bright Passion and fire mix and fight Twist and turn Every breath feels like you're gulping air and inhaling water There is a churning in your heart Your soul leaps to beat against your ribs,
The letters fly from my pen creating words I can never say I cannot draw, or sketch, but I can paint a picture In the minds of others through the words I string together
Have you ever stared into another's eyes? It's mesmerising, almost intoxicating. The colours can be so vivid. From the brightest greens of ferns and leaves. To the deepest blues of a lake or the sea.
Drown me with your passionate kisses and whisper to me that we'll last.  Hold me tighter and share me your drink full of desires Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light
Lost, dark, gloomy, proud Afar, so close, opposites meets retract... fruitful ground
What do you want to do, they ask me? I want to teach U.S History. I reply Professor? They ask No middle school
Feeding on the images in my own contemplation, mental orgasms leading to sinfully sensual stimulation. As your body calls, my body urges, caught up in temptation, as the storm surges, so ready to release and splurge.
From the ends of your lashes, to the tips of the toes in those shoes, i find myself infatuated, mesmerized by the colors of you. My eyes yearning for their Candy to be in view. What's between my thighs burning, thirsting for the passion in you.
Dear Professor,   Thank you. Thank you for pushing me to be my better self. Thank you for showing me who I am and who I have the potential to be.   I know you do not respect me,
The stars spell your name in a thousand love letters, as we're hand in hand whispering secrets in the dark.  You bring sunshine on a rainy day with your laughter, drying my tears with a kiss.
"Have you ever wanted something so bad,  that you find yourself mesmerize when she passes beside you,
We sit on my balcony sharing a cigarette "you'll never like them"when the moon catches his face as he tilts it up in an exhale.A pale glow illuminates his pale skin.He almost looks as tired as he’s tried to convince me he isn’t. In and ou
It's a wordit's a passionit's a life. It's carefulit's creative and alive. It's beautifuland silentbut it speaks. it's a world whereanyone can be.
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning", vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress, becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;   a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
Hey, what do I have to say I only had a dime and a nickel to my name I crave the high life, as far as the eyes can see And when I make it, aint nobody will mess with me Hey, I'm gonna do big things
Maybe it's the way we laugh, Maybe it's the way we talk, but in a way we always find The way for life's communicate.   A risk is always more when life wishes speak in publicate - 
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
The roaring thunder Rolls to my ears, And I feel the lightning Running through my veins.   Colors change before my eyes From the dull grays and whites, To the vibrant blues and reds,
A way to spread happiness A place for joy A way to educate and no place to be coy   A method of reflection And a way to foresee A method to make a connection And the best way for me.
Poetry has taught me that I have a voice. And that if I want to suffer in silence, that is my choice. It has taught me that everyone is like a walking puzzle piece. If we all speak up, we can be complete.  
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion that burns in my heart for you. I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to 
We all go the distanceJust to do what we must, And so we do what they want, So we may earn their trust.
Unconditional Lover
Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning pleastaring into your star struck eyesgive me absolute hope, set my soul freeto soar high in clouded lapis sky.  
  the birds  and the bees teach me to see
My entire life, being in the ocean has been habitually done. You'll find me visiting there during the rise and fall of the sun. If this was a crime, I wouldn't run.
A single flame that burns inside you It's passion and compassion that lights your way One single flame can help guide you
Where are you right now? Am I dancing through your mind? I'm thinking of a night, our bodies last entwined. A passion on fire, blazing out of control. Flames so hot, brand you deep within my soul.
You were a Queen when my eyes met yours Black and so beautiful And so so strong for sure, Lips so thick just begging for a kiss Skin so sweet looking like a Hershey's kiss, So so gorgeous and sexy in every way
When I saw your face It threw me for a whirl Beautiful beyond words Such a precious little girl/ Big blues eyes Remind me of the morning skies A soothing sunrise resides between your thighs/
Step in the circle, swallowed by the cage. My stance; legs staggered, knees bent, swinging arms; as I twist in an elegant, calm rage. Swiftly spin, swirl, and surrend the disc charm.
My love for the game isn’t as strong Although it used to be my everything It’s a place that I feel like I belong And I know I will miss it every spring  
Something in my gut tells me to just run away, move on and find someone less difficult but then a spark of hope ignites in my heart and says
Dear Loneliness,   Quiet cricketing fills up the silence of the night The fresh scent of grass lingers around me The moonlight casts a soft glow across the sky
Dear Demons,   I believe that passion and fury are equivalent to playing with fire. That these fires are unforgiving, and inextinguishable.   In fact, I just so happen to be a pyromaniac.
  To Thee Who Takes Him Away, My highest admiration revolves around thee, I know thy cause is one of inevitability. For despite pleas of the pure in mankind,
It's easy to paint, they say It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking Thinking about nothing Nothing that turns into, perhaps Something?   It's not as easy as you think
Dear ex lover,   I’ve given up on complicated introductions and reiterations of you in my mind. It’s time I freed myself from your grasp. You should know I no longer care.
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
Several suffer from the same persecutions. Rough, rampaging  Oceans may seperate the victims in space, but in savage Cruelty they are united. We are denied the rights given to us 
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell, Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;           I pray the worldly pleasures to provide Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.  
  My heart is not of men to others take, Nor battle for deceptive perjury That swear the men that thee a statue make, Else I become thy victim’d sorcery. The army of a thousand perfect heavens
My dear raging wildfire love, It really just takes a small spark to start the fire, But when it takes control, It takes over, engulfing everything,
My darling vulnerability,   The days of October are almost gone yet the leaves haven’t yellowed or fallen from their trees
Dear my beloved grandmother, You were the most influential person in my life,However you are no longer with us.  It was a blessing in disguise the gift you left me.  You led me to find my true self.   I spent countless hours at the nursing home, S
People don't understand her. Born from the ashes, her eyes shine like embers. A spark ignites in her soul. Her heart, a continuous burning coal. Her passion burns brighter than her fears.
Being an adolescent is a roaring, ever-changing ocean and the new experiences are brave, plummeting waves. However at times, I feel as little as a sail boat- being drowned by an avalanche of furious waves.
As I look into your eye I see a fire, with that a hidden lock desire. When I touch your skin it makes me melt, making my body being to swelt. I tremble for what we are doing,
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads, but I follow them because I know where they lead. Deep in a forest overgrown with trees shrouded in darkness with rocks all about, but can you see?
Spring, summer, fall, winter Joy, passion, love, reality Seasons and emotions are one in the same Everybody has a favorite season Everybody has their own reason But the one thing that stays true
a l i v e                    the anticipation sitting on the stage bow in hand but trying to escape
I've heard many people say that I'll go far say I have a passion that burns like fire but sometimes I choke on the smoke that clouds my lungs   I spit out ash instead of words 
smooth sounds of honeysuckle flows between my ear  his words feel like spring , hot with a cool breeze  i had no intention in moving swift hoping he  would fail to mention anything about my gifts 
A taken picture, attempted, failedCalled but a dreamWhat then comes of it…After the fact?My focus, my heart, perhaps the subject
Hungry am I For something to fuel my soul. A longing for a passion. What was once a raging fire Is now a flickering flame. It is not enough,
I'VE CONFUSED LOVE WITH HATE AND HATE WITH LOVE CONFUSED THE TRUTH WITH A BLUFF AND WONDERED WHY LOVE IS SO ROUGH   HERE'S A TOKEN FROM THE BROKEN ILL DROP GEMS OF LOVE THAT SEEM UNSPOKEN  
“Love” is a powerful word so full of intense emotion and desperate desires. “Love” can mend or break you, healing wounds of the past
Our hands should fit like an unsolvable puzzle With the missing piece hidden in our children’s future Our eyes should be but a lovely sorrow Cause love is blind to all but danger
My icy appendages Feel snowstorm ravaged When lacking  Your fire
We were born from the same star But stars burn out So we did the impossible We fell here To this safe haven But what is safe when it's gripped by your screaming? Can nudes save us?
Because I love you, I lose myself in the way the earth spins Because I love you, I am exalted when you step into the room   But it is because you love me, that I understand the deep affection I can have for myself
Dancing has been my passion for as long as I can remember From pivots to turns, plies to pirouettes I was the girl that loved anything to do with contemporary,  jazz, and ballet
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love. It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love. Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
Let me write on your heart Let me breathe on your lips Let me tell you I love you While the sun slowly dips     Let me take your hand Paint the sky with my soul
Care. A word most often used to talk about love. Loyalty. A word most often used to talk about friendship. But when the two are combined, they swirl and dance with a never ending passion.
Can I tell you a secret? Come closer so I may whisper it It goes something like this;   I want to swim in your eyes I want to tell you, you have colonized my mind
Because I love you I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated Because I love you I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like. Because I love you I will go on adventures with you  
my heart has a place for you that no other man could ever subdue.
Mother, she is light. She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides. She warms the back of my eyes every dawn. She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars. She lets me look on beauty.
Three Simple Words Created Upon The Lords Have Such Meaning For Such a Robust Feeling   Mom Dad Sister Brother If It's Not One Thing It's Another Relationship With The Other
its friday and my watch reads 8:20, thinking about your sweet apricot lips and skin tasting like honey, ive waited a long week just to see my bae, let me cook for you, soothe you, tell me about your day,
Rebel in my inner thoughts they pebels once they hit the rock And then, the adrenaline strats kicking in, once it hits, what leaks through the back door is my ego or rather my pride,
Is it wrong? Is it wrong, If my heart beats For two loves?   Is it wrong, That my desires Are made whole By two doves?   Is it wrong, That in one my intelligence
The hills so grassy so green Sitting on comforting seats of grass I feel the cool wind along with the breeze At some point in time I get up to walk a trail Following it I know where I'll never fail
The pipes played as the piano sang along its keys, while twelve ladies danced, Travelling across with unprecedented beauty. Step by step. No falter could be seen. Elegance and grace surrounded the sisters.  
some day you'll feel the power of love catching feelings the visions like a thousand doves flying free 100 mph into the wind love game is strong when's she's with me she knows were she belong's
Once upon a time A group of pigs lived on the same street They were friends and despised the rich They saw their neighbor get it in a cinch   He had the cash and hid quite a large stash In a safe 
We all know how it goes 'Once upon a time' to 'happily ever after' The same words, the same stories, the same messages spread: 'Some day your prince will come' 'Believe in magic' 'Follow your dreams'
I love my king I love the curl of his hair I love the passion he shares I love the bold brown in his eyes I love the cold chill of his vibes I love the smooth of his skin I love the peace in his grin
You can feel me Tugging at your chest Leading you on   You wish for me to leave You lose focus when I'm here You are blinded by me   You look at them And think of me
I think I was able to laugh before Jokes from my friends and funny stories Eventually I got tired of them I wonder why….  
I felt like I was losing apart of my soul Did the love you had for me grow old Was you thinking about the mistakes I made And felt that you should make a change
Your vibe up lifts my soul while your brown eyes keep it at bay.. The touch of your skin gives me peace and also energizes my dark side...
The next time we meet, I may be someone else. Extra thick, light in weight. Resourced to fit purpose.
A night, no matter how hard it triesWill always be dark.Does the night make you shiver?Does it? Just like a blurry light in the duskiness.I pause to breathe, like the moon does.Down,down into the darkness of the nightGently it goes- the love, the
You whisper delicate lines between each kiss I hung on like death   Everyting you do it toturous my passion burning within to the promised sunrise   The secret sweet
Remember dancing, tasting the present, It as fleeting as our movements and our feet Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow, Freeing feelings caged underneath Our skin
12/28/2016 As flesh clad together turn in my mind, Something I’ve abstained from and so I find,
  There I stood, at the corner of 5th and Broadway, sifting through friends and foe. The friends?
Girl, it is about us There is a lot to treasure The two of us are together Enjoying this lovely adventure When we hold one another We both feel the fire There is nothing but heat and passion
On the day that I became six-years old    I stepped on the ice the very first time Gliding forwards so gracefully without being told Then I looked at the clock and heard a loud chime.  
You put me on my knees and I sob to God "Please" This poem isn't any different than the ones before It's about how I love you  Something I can never ignore It's about how you love him, too
I realized where my  passion lies and through open eyes I saw the prize. I'd go back to school to gain the tools necessary for me to fuel the vehicle of which I'll drive and strive to thrive until I arrive
Hate Unhealthy obsession Filling my heart Unsure of its intentions Love
I’ve trained to continue running when it hurts the most. Never giving up on my goals. Showing others that the impossible can be possible. People inspired and motivated as they watch.
I never opened up to someone afraid of being hurt. I kept them away with fake smiles and a simple I'm okay. I am afraid of people. I am afraid of myself. I am afraid of having my heart shattered 
Red lips, Slow sips, Patiently waiting for the draw; Raw, the grasp of the body.
Passion or career: opposite, yet overlapping unexpectedly; Eighteen years given to discover life’s opportunities collectively. After years of exploring, it is time to awaken;
2016 began.. And all I knew was that I was a sophomore in my second semester in college Have I discovered who I was yet? Probably not.. Am I home sick? Perhaps Did I make the right choice..?
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own. It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word, "For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
To the artists who saved me Inspired me But yet still are saving me every day Thank you Rupi Kaur Liberation drove me to the mic
Molding the soul is caused by many things, some magnificent some malicious some mythopoeic and for me, my soul remembered the opportunity   gifted by mysterious fate (as everything has
Protons, ideal gasses, and so much more With this knowledge one could open many doors The slightest change could mean something new Such as an acid to water brew I find it amazing how things react
Dressed in scrubs, with overworked, tender feet. Promenading and scurrying through the long hallways ahead of me. The anxious and hope that abundantly builds up inside, not
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
I am an environmentalistI am an activistI am a realist I am an elitist And I AM an Atheist But I am NOT a damn cynic!!  I believe that with our own hands we are destroying the organisms that roam this planetWith NO acknowledgement of the fact thes
I will center around the idea of love Not knowing what's to come Soulfully becoming yours My body will explode once you have caressed me My mind will wander into a mystery world once you have whispered into my ear
We slaughter time with gentle conversation
The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief. I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief. A constant state of grief. Now, this day that has been granted is now a day of redemption.
It is a place that does not discriminate any race. It will put a smile upon any face. This place I speak of has the power to heal whatever the case. All that is necessary to unlock such feelings of enjoyment is three
"It was a pleasure to burn." Those were the words that I begged for my soul For my heart My bones My lips to utter truly,   Truly. That fire, Was killed by a dying mother, 
By: David Avery The universe is full of magnificent things And there is no way but journeying through the World, and opening your mind, to see it. Awe-some things like the sunset at night,
Human minds are silly little models The birth children of originality And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of Society Cousins of melancholy
The tapping of her foot With soothed eyelidsSwaying back and forthFollowed by the sound
“Namaste, I say”   Tension in my shoulder,                 Strain upon my spine. Worries trapped in my brain, No time for cloud nine. So my skin gets colder…
I'm sick I'm out of my head  
When you speak to me, breathe sweet words into my ear drums through
The pen is my sword , and the paper my charioteer . Alphabets form my shield , and Imagination my armour .
On midday, after school, a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset; He tuned it and proceeded it play it, to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul, he relieved all his stress.  
5- Wake up, Start The Show 7- Get Up, Get Ready, Start Class 5-  Pull Lines, Feel the Flow. 
When the brushhairs touch the smooth canvas My abstract thoughts and feelings are no longer outlandish My cheeks lift up pulled by beautiful happiness As ideas come forth unridiculed by their possible wackiness
Many titles does she hold, “Beauty’s Bearer, Earth’s Delight, Queen of Lights and Shadows All this she is and so much more, especially to the mortal man she touched with her otherworldly glow
Think. writing. Shoot. capturing. Edit. rendering. Upload. waiting. Uploaded.
From Robert Frost to Tupac Shakur, Poetry means a lot and more. Rooted into the songs we play, sprouting into the movies we see, the words of shakepeare we say, it all stems from the same tree.
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace. 
I crave to adore you when your at your worst Share a love that can not be dispersed I crave to be held close to your chest as my head lay to rest
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. 
Whatever is true And whatever is right like you and me Just like your fingerprints that are tatted on my skin invisibly
We are not the same. 
We have different goals,
 different wants, different needs.
Black words on a white page
 distract me from thoughts of you,
 and smoke fills your lungs,
 like a daily medication, 
to avoid the hurt and anger.
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
You looked and behold, Over the horizon approaching fast, Engulfed by the orange beauty of the sunset, you saw a man.   A man approaching slowly like a viscous liquid, And fast as light.
I sat in my bath and wondered about how sad is the woman who has never taken a hot bubble bath late at night and has never caught herself dozing off to the aroma of lavender?
Meaning to Time Why do I write? …. It’s putting meaning to time Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
Free to fear Free to pain No escape Me to blame? Couple words Line the page Simple rhymes Ignite the flame Pages fill Emotions pour A dim light Brightens more
I love you terribly so. My biggest fear would be seeing you go.
Heat. I love it. Heat. Does it love me? Dehydration, sunurns galore. It hurts. Sun, bright, burns out my eyes. Why, do I sit in it, do I fight for it, do I wish it into existence. For summer fun?
About Love About Relationships Man And Woman About Nice and Beautiful Woman About The Natural Instinct About The Passion That Overcomes All Obstacles And Incinerates Everything
RIP
I became a poet when I was born I became an artist when I died Putting ink to the paper helped me feel what was inside   As a babe I saw everything around me I'd lose sleep so as not to miss a thing
Eighth grade was a rememberable year Two full weeks of nothing but poetry Allowed to express secret tears No longer did I find myself moppy   Words came out I was expressed
When I was about eight years old, my sister asked me to help her with her english poetry assignment because she was running out of time and brain juice. I was so excited I didn’t even realize that I was cheating for her.
Red
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
I’ve spent countless hours of my life thinking and brooding, Considering the complexities of my past relations. And it is during these times, with my emotions moving, Which cause more oft than not unsightly ruminations.
Poetry Flourishes like a tree,          Expanding it branches,        Reaching, stretching           Trying to expand          Leaves form                        Blossoms bloom             
Through the years my heart had been stifled The childhood songbird lost its voice And the feathers of its wings were plucked Until all that was left was withered
Her
Her heart as deep as the ocean She is mysterious like the other side of the moon Her intellect as bright as the stars Her skin glows like a million suns   She is as fierce asa cheetah 
When I write I never ask why. I never had to think about it. It always just happened. But it wasn't until I noticed That I write to survive, I write because words can save lives.  
Does it sleep in gutters slathered with banana peels, and newspaper, omitting the past? Does it marinate and wait like steak soiled with seasoning in the fridge?
Addiction. It was what welcomed digression and rambles on imperfections without discrimination. Her fears of the unknown, Her uprising anxiety, Her heart-breaks,
My heart is racing fast,My adrenaline is singing.The wind is tearing at me,To my horse I'm clinging.
Girl, there is magic in the air when we kiss Nothing but heat and passion We both feel the fire As we provide the action We build each other up We complement one another Sharing and caring together
ART
Art is a passion not meant for a career, Art is a gift I hold most dear. Close to my heart it's all I can give; Defining my soul-I need it to live.   But the future is coming, and coming down fast
We are getting pulled on strings  we wish one day to grow our wings. One day we would like to see what we are made to be. As for now be proud, speak your thoughts out loud.
 Together we relax in each other’s company.  The stresses around us drift away. Together we talk for hours about destiny,  riveting lives around us display.
Take away necessities, Phone, computer, keys, and car. Take away priorities, Without them you'll go far. Take away those who I love, I'll miss you but I'll see you soon. Take away my one true love,
Is this what it means to be a dragon?To hold fire in your lungs?To burn, to wholly consume oneself?To choke on your own ash and smoke?
You play me like a master.  Using dips and caresses to hear the staccato of breath from my lips.  Your name crescendoing as I reach my peak.  My body now shakes with the vibrato of the music our bodies made.   
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you. Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
  The definition of life without passion- The steady beat of a heart Skin without sweat Consistent breaths The casual blink of the eyes
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse, Doth time control all, or am I misguided? For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse, and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
Reflection within yourself, The image what do you see? An athlete, an actress, an artist, A nobody, a bland, a shadow. Breathe in and breathe out. Reflection within yourself,
I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player Watching crayons melt into the black leather of mama's Infiniti And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
Life without vision, is life without mind, Ignorance can be bliss, but not of this kind, Monotonous, the journey, is the life of the blind, But even the visionless—sight, they may find,  
Sometimes you meet someone and it's so clear that the two of you on some level belong together as lovers, as friends, as family,  or as something entirely different.
I'm eighteen years old That means for eighteen years, the only thing I have constantly been with is myself But, there is something more I need I need something more than just being alive
While the world does offer a rare ocean of inspiration to pull from which sadly few people tend to find, the waves calm, for I can live without.
The rhythm.  The vibration.  The sweet sense of passion.  The ability to interpret emotion.  All the minor falls and the major lifts have a direct connection. For with it comes peace, encouragement,
As I grow and learn and mature in a world where all number of things (but especially people) are sorted and labeled, shoved into boxes like leftovers into too-small containers,
You are graceful, elegant Even sometimes sudden and firm Steps are delicate, yet sharp The movements are very versatile   Flexibility, precision, and control Three skills that can never be perfected
I swallowed air into my lungs.   The time we ran away in violet skies.   When the sun rised and numbed our eyes.   The love for the sea I then realized.   It vanished deep within me.
The eyes reveal truth, Hate, passion, where the heart fails The eyes prevail.  
Because of you, I have a life. Because of you, I have a friend. Because of you, I have a guide. No matter what, No matter when. Because of you, I found a service.
I need you. I want you. Deep inside my soul I hunger and thirst for you. The want of food vanishes from my lips, and on them forms the word "Desire".
The very bones of my young body ache with the torment of missing you at night; to have your figure gracing contentedly over my ever yearning sight.
I can feel the pain of the memories burning at my chest  The tears I’ve cried a million times I felt it burning Burning passion Burning shame Burning love  And hate
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold The very declaration of this word is quite bold Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
As I revoke my heart  Don't regret loving me As the breeze flies, so do I And yet, I am tangible   The trees do not guide me  I bend them to my will As the river flows, so do I
Looking past the landscapes there stands one dream. One final goal that you know deeper than the cliff you're standing on you want one dream you know. The trees are greener the grass is taller
I want to live in a song Where every rhythmic beat is a stairway to my soul And every low key reverses time and I rise again Living inside the enchanted heart Where music smells as of the breeze of an ocean's shore
  When I arrived he was gone- my stomach vociferated in harmony with his (hello hello hello) soul I tried to close my eyes and trace the throat of his fingernails and when I arrived, he was gone.  
I have this passion I have this passion as if it's frozen It doesn't budge It's so cold andstill Never escalates Never deflates Slowly I can feel it slipping away
  Breath like fire Take me higher- And through the room Burn bright like lighters.   Dear old song, help me remember Have your lyrics shine like embers. For they say that rolling stones
I belong to myself and only to myself While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on.   I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
Lambency, The Gentle Glow: Notes On Rebirth Before An English Channel Crossing   I remember mostly- The raw horizon pounding with a glowing fever.
Baby it’s that look in Your Eyes Your Hungry touch on my trembling thighs The taste of you lips The grind of your hips The lustful breaths we take
I can still feel the brush of his lips on mine And the strength of his arms as he pulls me close. I wish I could go back to that beautiful time
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
I am not a cheerleader. I am not on a team. I don't have any honors, Let's not be mean. I have my passions, And you may not understand, Certain hobbies fasten, Themselves to my hands.
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.     Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
            Slowly, we dance our waltz, One two three, one two three, on and on, But I’m on two when you’re on one, And I know how this dance ends,             Slowly, the music builds,
I am... I am my father's daughter I am his patience, I am his kind spirit I am his athlete, I am his social butterfly I am my mother's daughter I am her sensitivity, I am her best friend and she is mine
I’ve been told that my circumstances will have me thrown into a bowl of “you will never be’s” I’ve been told that I will never be able to turn my face proudly to the sun without feeling the guilt of the shadows that fall at my feet
My heart could set the world on fire with what I feel for you. but they will never understand  how hard it is  to hide the flames when they burn inside of you.
Unexplainable feeling
As easy as counting one, two, three I tend to learn with a breeze A fast learner who’s quite free From the struggle of trying to see
For strength and passion is what it takesSaving lives, a person it makesThe things i've seen, the things i've doneWill normally make a normal person run.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality. Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity. This is passion. My passion.   
I am the beginning of  all things, a pioneer. I                                 I
Warm, like the flame atop my favorite candle,
There was a fire inside of herthat she just wouldn't put out.
Mama says “You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?” I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight. But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
It's a good thing fire is my favorite element,
Her smile was as warm As a summers night With the moon shining In the candle light She had no flaws None that i could see Or at least i thought So i played for fun
There is something divine about uncertainty To know that blessings are just around the corner Maybe you are the blessing Maybe I am the blessing   There is something divine about being a blessing
Sometimes we hold on to our failures and depressing past, And allow those events to define our untrue, discontent character. Beaten, battered, and treated like an outcast, Left to battle the war as a lone challenger.
There is no end to the madness. Yet there is no definite beginning. Some say it’s all feel. Others say it’s all preparation. Creativity is it’s bloodline. Imagination lies at it’s core.
Nothing else on this earth has more power than music.
Write when you are empty. Spend your days burying your thoughts in print, allowing the words to take you deeper than your feet could ever wander. Write of the rains of November, of bruised sunsets,
As I close my eyes Thoughts pop in my head No pain or hurt Just you by my side   Memories of you and I Of the past and now How happy we are Loving to share  
Why fails love to be content unto itself?   To have loved is to have loved.  
  Life forgot my passion there And handed me the key; For what possesses better snare Of curiosity?   The key, ornate with golden leaves And “Carpe Diem” divine,
  Life forgot my passion there And handed me the key; For what possesses better snare Of curiosity?   The key, ornate with golden leaves And “Carpe Diem” divine,
Do you ever just want to kill yourself? 
There is a moment when time stands still. The earth stops rotating, and there’s no need to Breathe. In the magic of this moment we discover
Feeling
There once was an ignorant boy. Who dreamed, only, of love.   He dreamed of passion, and dreams. He dreamed blissful dreams of love.         One day it hit him.               
What are visions? Are they dreams? Are they prophesies? Are they fantasies? Are they lies told to ourselves? Are they glimpses of another dimensions in which we are the same person, but walk a different path?
I could write a thousand words And they would all be true. I could create a soliloquy And set it to a tune. I could scream from high, Compose it in the sky. Paint a picture dear and bright,
I'm cold. A chill in the air. Wood fire dwindling to smolders. Ash crisped cinders to share. Cotton between our shoulders. That endearing musk of burnt wood.
In my ardor and passion,  I conclude that your entire realm, from scented hair to cologne toes,
One day I'll catch you pick pocketing my chest cavity. I'll catch you reaching past flesh without calamity. I'll catch you, hands stained with red taboo,
I'm one of kind 
So, we sit We wait What now? The smooth, seductive sound Of the blues swim around us The intoxicating moods that shift all around I look at you You look at me
Tell me something Not an empty something Tell me the truth Don't tell me to just smile Or hide it all inside Cause those things aren't working I've got no one by my side.
Authentic, Loving, True, Or Bold, I watch life go by as I turn old, I love the world around me, I love the people near, to my heart... Hate, Screaming, Confused,
Yes I can get a little over excited,  apparently I'm told I do the most. For as long as I could remember,  I felt more joy with others than being by myself or "alone." 
Life without filters is beautiful,
Beginning at three I have started my journey Thoughtfully drawing   This is who I am This is Where I find my peace I confide in art   The mask, stress, fakeness
  With a spark of spunk, douse of drama, and plenty of mischief to spare,
Me
Me As I pose for that picture
She is a young girlRosacea gives it awayFull of life, energy, and strong beliefsShe has a different way of looking at the worldNot to judge but to exploreShe wonders how others will look at her
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world, beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides, what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Dream Big and Dream Small Dont let the Failures Fall Step High and Step Low Choose the Right Path to go Succeed Now and Succeed Later Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters Live Now and Live Then
Neither Here                          nor There                    but somewhere inbetween   CHINESE                                             AMERICAN                   that's the life i lead  
Before the night During the day We all hide In several ways Hair in face is my way With no filter on I have many flaws face like sand and nose so tall
I like quoting movies- A lot. I sometimes forget that the world Isn’t privy to my inner dialogue; If the world could hear my thoughts, it would get lost, buried,
With no filter, my face is pretty average, My voice and hair are nothing to salvage. I’m quiet and shy when around the unknown, My soul and color and pride aren’t shown. When I’m near the ones I care for most,
Poetic thoughts form onto my blank page
What are humans Without screens To hide the pain The scars The truth
"How could you say that, my ego is demolished" I have never apologized for just being honest There are way too many people Who lie to their friends to make them feel better 
VIOLA silence.
  Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,   Warm lights strung above in a line--   When our eyes first meet,   Your warm hand touches mine,               
Beaming Yellow   Layers of makeup coat my anxious cheeks, Tutus glimmer under the incandescence. An eerie silence follows applause, Then darkness pours into the wings.  I am forced to face my fate.
Painted smile, feeling vileregretting the time gone
The real me isnt pictures you see online Or even sometimes outside. The real me is deep down  Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide. The real me isnt a staright A student But doesnt mean Im not smart.
If you take away the filter The hashtags, the signs I’m left bereft of options And put simply, there am I   Half-hidden in the sun But avoiding the glare You take my picture neck up
Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes. Stitch after stitch; they form a row. Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam. Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine.   Hard work and imagination you need
The Dance Written by: Stephanie Garcia   When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings, we dance.   The drums pound and two hearts beat as one working in rhythm and cadence.
She moves like a feather That twirls with the breeze, So she can abate her bad memories And set her soul at ease.  
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me   I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me   I listen to myself talk
I glance into the world So I wonder whats in store
This beautiful world,
My heart is a saxophone Full of passion Full of love Full of strength Once you slide the ligature Around the mouthpiece and reed The tightening, so trivial
She stands looking in the mirror and what does she see ? what she appears to be  a young woman of faith  filled with promises from above Her flaws run deep  yet she is washed clean
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
   The dancer stands on the stage unmoving Eyes watched him with intense stares silently Music starts to play, volume improving Beating, he feels his heart race violently
Red roses and blue violets Were never- Never will be Enough. Because I cared Enough for the both of us. Maybe that's why You didn't care at all. Despite my fingers being buried in yours,
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear. I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips. The Wander is free.
Define UGLY 
Passion is heart and gumption and drive, Being enthralled with the idea that one day you'll thrive. It's the late nights of coffee and failure and stress,
As I pick up my violin, And rosin the bow, I feel ready to let the music free, One small note, Then a scale, One by one, The notes fly, And when the last note turns to mute,
Put Yourself in their position
When people fail to be there a piece of paper is all I need a blank text that I begin
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
Flawless; no. Passionate; yes.
Don't go, please don't he cried out to his sun as her restless waves crashed his words into one His numb, brittle fingers tried to lift her spirit up but the moon continued to linger
"She’s a feminist."Scratch thatThey said it more
"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
Beauty comes from the roots
Flaw comes with opinion. Opinion is point of view. If who I am is who I want to be, then who are they to say it isn't true. I am flawless Because of Me,
Hiding way deep down, a gypsy soul to be. Hiding way deep down, she had yet to see.   Still oblivious, but closer to her dream, Still obliviouse, potential it did seem.  
Human kind, which I am a part of, is an organism able to create and solve its own crisis,
Flawless Dancer   The lights brighten and the curtain rises. I stand motionless...                          Shaking.
Passion: Noun. Intense driving, or overmastering conviction. Yes! I Am Triumphant. I have discovered the depths of the blurry image Of what the crystal ball kept trying to show me.
Passion: Noun. Intense driving, or overmastering conviction. Yes! I Am Triumphant. I have discovered the depths of the blurry image Of what the crystal ball kept trying to show me.
The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed   She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent  
Fragile as the flight of a butterfly,Is this love that lives in constant fear.Ready to fight for its desires
Im tired of creating fiction be an addition I'm tired of dreaming where reality is teeming it's hard to survive when you have already died But I know everything is right  when you are in sight
  You’ve turned sanctuary into hell
Peace is a nonviolent war
Love Day in and day out Sexuality questioned because I don't follow the common guide to attraction I want to love too But why should I follow society's rules? I want to be held I want to cuddle
Who am I? Who are you?Who are we trying to be?
Has Anyone Told You... Today? If Not, Let Me Be The First! Has Anyone Told You... That They Love You Let Me Be The First! Has Anyone Told You.... That You Are Beautiful
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
I am not too funny Not delightfully clever I am not beautiful, Being that my face does not inspire poems or ballads My tall lanky frame is not the object of envy When I walk into a room no one stops and stares
How can I express to theeThe ways of which I love?This love I feel means more to meThan any god above.Oh! I love thee to the depths Of the sea.Surely I do.For in my dreamsIt it you I see,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet? Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more   It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for  
Ever since my hands could grasp I was doodling and drawing something. I speak through my hands, not my tongue. The raddling and shaking of my ideas within my skull
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon You go about life like a winding staircase At first you take caution with every landing you reach
The delay is over and the chapter of adolescence we've all anticipated has come to breath;  
Sometimes when we are standing alone in the kit
I know you may not like it but it has begun.
Dance is my passion  A blessing that I can speak Through just a movement
When the world is consumed by the
I am lifted by the Lord. Craving GOD'S Holy Word. Wherein my thoughts often linger. Searching Scriptures pages, Quelling this world's rages, Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
Baby, you make me smile. You make me want to run a mile. Maybe even let my responisibilities pile. Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile. Just for you, I will exile all those who try to be hostile.
It takes baby steps, I started out crawling at the ground Wanting to be different, so I walked into dozens of Audition rooms to distinguish My playing from others.
It's that time of year again, when the duck migration does begin. Shotguns, waders, and shells, ready to hunt the flooded rice fields. Opening morning sunrise, signals the ducks early surprise.
All signs read, great hunting ahead. The rut was beginning, in the woods I was hunting. The deer were a moving, they need not be hiding. Acorns were a dropping, many a deer came running.
These words cant even express my love for you they can only entertain ones mind We had many things in common but was not common was our time.  when i heard that you were gone  i couldnt help but to cry.
This beautiful music - The key to my "Someday" That is what I told myself, And it was true This beautiful music got me here This beautiful music got me through A childhood of pain 
Today I saw a homeless man, so I decided to buy him lunch. He said with tears in his eyes that he had not eaten in days and said thank you so much.
When I step onto the field, I forget about my problems... I forget about my stress... Because right now my team needs me. I have to play my best. We've practiced for hours, For the game that we love.
When I step onto the field, I forget about my problems... I forget about my stress... Because right now my team needs me. I have to play my best. We've practiced for hours, For the game that we love.
I didn’t know at first. First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
To my desire,   Is it even possible? I hate you so much. You are the crimson fire that burns angrily in me. You are the bush of thorns growing around my heart.
Bright lights flashing, extended lashes batting, one last breath and I rush on stage this is no longer me. captured my the music, lost in the movements, this is no longer me.
It’s been a long time without you, This leaf burning season is always so hard, I have so many memories I want to relive But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
So memories has faded I had never felt so lone Bringing back my lonely heart Take this pain from me Far is forever when it's you and me Even though i don't regret I feel low in my chest
Afraid to ask for counselAfraid of what they'll sayAfraid of being torn againAfraid of being away Steady is not my emotionsSteady is not my heartSteady like the wind which isSteady not from the start
  Caress me like a fine sculpture Whisper in my ear those soft words Silk and satin Skin to skin Bring me to the highest point Hands tangled in hair Wrapped in one another
Raw ingrsdients Turned into art I love the sound
Gypsies, hippies, mermaids,
  By: Alondra Vahan
Rain is our weather.
The soft breeze sways the trees As you twirl me in a bed of leaves to the rhythm of our beating hearts You pull me close and our souls' music starts   Your breath whispers in my ear
I smile at the storm Because I love the challenge The fog covering my Dreams Makes my dreams vivid The rain weighing me down Adds to the weight that anchors me To the roots of my passions
My passion
Blue, Yellow, Purple, Red, All these colors running through my head, Going through my heart to my hand. Brush strokes that feel so mesmerizing. Each shade, color, and line,
Out into the woods I walk I dont even dare to talk As I hear the sound of a duck I look around only to see a nice eight-point buck And as I feel the old worn bark of an oak
The flowing waters of Eros Traversed the infinite space Where cold and stoic I lingered Far from warmth’s embrace   Slowly, thus intrigued, Approached the seeming cause Of my dismantling
With a great, burning passion I fly high into the sky Far above the clouds Heading towards the stars Following the wind without question Knowing up here I'm safe And am blessed with new freedom
There's nothing I love to do more than eat Not even playing videogames What I love the most is meat How could I ever be ashamed? What else could bring such joy And help explore another culture
Bloodshot digits awaken from below,
The wind kisses me on the cheek and sings of wondrous things,
Scared and silent, I was often unheard Misjudged, overlooked, ignored    For years I struggled on,  burning with passion and expression, 
When the darkness takes over   He was my hero He was my life The one that saved me every night. The light to my soul The beat to my heart Was how I felt before we fell apart.
This trial and error This beautiful pain, has left me needing more I really wished you hadn't slammed that door behind me,
With every sip of you, I swallowed too much I sank in your sadness, I drowned in your love and with every bottle, I became overwhelmed
Finally the time has come to run Spring time is always filled with so much fun   Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.  
“her and she"  
Whispers in the WindWritten by Adam M. SnowEntrance me with your tune,that gentle voice of yours.
Why do I need feminism?   Because in a world of hate,  I have to love myself Or no one will   Because I cannot walk down the street at night
  It's because I feel a need to live up to this standard  A bar set by my elders,  To make them proud, To be successful,  And to always strive for more   
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
"You did this" I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
I feel as more than flesh and bone When I walk my feet don’t drag a corpse Because I’ve heard the song of my heartbeat’s tone, The melody beyond all words
The chill from the propeller Up at jumping altitude Runs down the body, up my spine And electrifies the mood  
It’s a love/hate thingThat I wish I could stop.It’s a Cinderella dreamThat I wish I could swap
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her.   The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
I am weary; I am weak. No strength is left in me. Sustain me; remain in me. Save me from myself. Take my transgressions away. Make a cut; let my sins bleed out. Take me to a place full of peace.
No frills No fluff No sugar coat   Let's just jump
                                          The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel                     Question, what happened? and was it even real?
You look at me with that smile makes me feel like I can run for a mile, till you trip me with your sexual statements and volgarity, you hooked me in the beginning, made me feel special
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
i am a diamond that will not be shaped to please others.
4 AM and y SAT prep book lies before me, and by now I have accomplished more than usualThe sound of cars on the highway is the only thing that separates me from silenceand my ongoing thoughts are what separate me from sleep.
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes, Ankle biting and cold air, nothing to stop me, but so many things to keep me away.   How does one make words into sentences again? The world has forgotten,
There is such a thing  
I love you. 
"A good wine mellows as it ages" is what my dad says in reaction to my passion. I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
I write because This Puerto Rican on Def Poetry Jam Told me about the county of Kings.
I cannot speak, I cannot articulate, I cannot say what I have to say
Why
For me For you But for no one By faith By life By all My eyes see what my mind won't My mind sees what my eyes can't For the love of the words And fear of the unknown
    The page is blank, Pure and white. It is smooth to the touch.   Oh, but one must be careful, For the slightest touch could taint it. A touch bears pressures and colors
The epitome of what a woman should be. I struggle to capture perfection in words You do it ever so effortlessly If by chance you notice any defection, its absurd Not timid nor intimidated by possibilities
Tick Tick Tock Tock Minutes slip away on my clock.   Need some motivation, The days keep passing while I’m on vacation. So what keeps me going, Makes me want to keep growing?  
I don't write because I can,  Or because I think I'm good at it, Or because I want applause. I write because, next to my lungs, Words are what keep me breathing, And the link between my left hand
Did you he
I inhale lately the oxygen is accompanied by a dart in my spine a prick in my mind
One of my old poems:   Sometimes I feel like a puppet, Pulled along in another's hands Obeying the orders to do this or do that My every rebellion already orchestrated
Music arise from within And radiate through my fingertips My blood warms and breath lengthens Eyes melt shut Sway, drift, shudder
Creativity causes people to think for themselves Which instills fear in his eyes,
The things that make me tick... Some you'l understand others you'll get a kick   One thing is double standards: Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
I find that as a writer I'm not very good At using colorful language Or creating vivid imagery In a person's mind With only words. I'm really good at black and white Cut and dry and to the point
The melody sings Over everything else, Lilty, Free, And lithe; She leaps and bounds playfully Like a child in a meadow, A streaming, gleaming pool of notes Plinking just above the sky.
With a love for you as strong as mine
"Caught'cha.! You almost fell off"
i want to make you feel loved. kiss your eyelids. caress your skin with my fingertips, everything about you has me bewitched.
Open your eyes To the world around you. The beauty taken for granted By some
"Who Will Understand"In the light of his eyesLet him tell me no more lies
"The Unknown"Tossed and heaved into the unknown
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
To be heard is to be Waldo, found at last To be heard is to be the smallest person in any given room with the most passion of any given person
"I like big books and I cannot lie".. And poems that especially rhyme My escape as a child and in time, An escape from the "Me" I spent years trying to find.   Holding on to the words of the pages
Have you ever woke up one day And looked in the mirror But this day is different than any other day From looking in the mirror Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday You see potential
Born with a story, that includes all my woman ancestor's strength that co-habits with my own. I stand by what i believe is worth crying over and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
Im sitting here, with my pen limply in my hand they are words, someone elses words that teach me someone elses thoughts but admist this tunnel of darkness as i drown in thoughtless learning a firefly
No matter what,  I will never forget the first time  we kissed.  Walking together on a trail, completely captivated, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make time stop. 
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird; Constantly fluttering delicate wings- Not flying, but floating softly unheard, Taking what you please from what nature brings.
I want you so much it physically hurts. 
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,
    While a man aint answering his phone Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home His "Christian Woman" is all alone Asking God "What did I do wrong?"  
“Thump, Thump”. I heard a heart beat not too far away.
I went roaming (Villanelle poem) I went roaming in their territory, They can break and bruise me, I'll never stop fighting Snickering and doubting me, I am neither strong nor skilled,
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son That whom so ever believes in him Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen. God isn’t real you say? Yet he surely is,
Was there ever more a morning in July, Were a pair embraced A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly M'lord was that love, Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind, If so be it M'lord I love thee
There is a burning light Red and gold dancing in my soul A fiery passion kept in a cage Beautiful and powerful, but no need to be afraid  
My passion isn't like any other My passion is the kind of passion that doesn't point its finger but its palm It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
Faster and faster, Until the air leaves your lungs. You can’t breathe But that’s okay that’s the feeling you’ve been waiting for You dance until you feel like you’re going to drop and then you move on
Passion, is something that you love to do and something that you could do for the rest of your life.
Eyes searching hungrily Viewed as meat and an object Who am I to object? Who am I to say no? I have no say in what is 'right' for me to do I must know my place
You make me hate you and come close to crying My anger rushes out and I control it because I'm trying If I wanted I could let it out A chaos this would cause, we wouldn't want that now
little fire, lick me with your seductive flames. soothe me with
  I am from the midnight sunset dreamt on by angels From a cut in half oak tree residing on a corner I am from the machine made earthquake that rocks the beds and frightens the children
So you're thinking about running And it's less about the outcome, the hardened muscles and lean body, And more about the feel of wind Rushing through your hair Feeling the elements As they pass
 I define love for a purpose; as the passion of one heart for another in the hope of being loved in return.
I play the guitar hoping to get far. Not just to get by , but enough defy. All who resent me , with a youthful burst of energy. They tell me I must become an engineer. The pay is good , and getting famous is rare.
Water. Floundering. Almost drowning.   Remnants of a man-made aircraft smolder in the sea. Where am i?   Business suits, skinny jeans, high heels, t-shirts,
A woman tried to save her life from a man that  believed the only way to love was to beat his wife Patient x-rays displayed the six inch cuts carved in her face and her entire jawbone knocked out of place
Lacrosse sticks for me, lacrosse sticks everywhere, lacrosse is my life.
each paycheck of mine is soiled with notes and words and organic molecules. every stolen envelope, in my mind, resonates a time of vast
between the lines across my forehead
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked. A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter Striped orange and white Totally different from a Deer Who is as though appears Inferior
Buttons pop off seam by seamNo baby this is not a dream Chest bearing chestHe is trying to make sure that is is the best Belt unbuckles , pants hit the groundOh now you must know its going down
I will chase you Like the moon hunts the sun Though you hide in caves with your demons I beg you unleash them in our bed   Watch Pools of passion overflow on the sheets
There are many things that light my fire
Moving my spirit Enchanting beat; pulsing heart. Music gives me life.
When you care about something enough you do Everything you can to win it But obviously you don’t get it How can you stand there and tell me to quit it When you are not even in it I am working with a passion
Close your eyes and imagine All the things that could happen Wake up to a cup full of coffee
Questions everyday What you're how old? How did you even get here, your a baby? Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age. You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.  
My intestines tied in such lovely bows
If a sinner is what I'm called to be, Take the halo away from me.  Take away what makes me a saint, my angel wings you must taint.    Make me a criminal to the core,
Heart quickly beating, All logic retreating, Whispers across skin, Is this sin?
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
Dedication. Determination. Trust. Passion. That is all it takes. An education. Major in business management. Double major in theatre.   A four year university. That is all I need.
Passionate heart thiefBy anonymously me Call me a thief of passionate hearts...Passionate arts collide as I seek afterTrue love now a lost art...Never foretold to last forever but 
I have the chance to change one thing in this world.   I have the chance to change one thing in this big messed up beautiful world.   So I jump up, throw my arms in the air,
To you whom-- has my heart I seek in you, my whole desire. But she punctured you, thy dart. we speak, my love, in quiet words. with words we must not leak for she will come and tarnish you
The rap game is constantly changing Unfortunately, not for the better Instead of making songs about positivity, morals, and goals They're rapping about sex, cars, and  clothes
Apocalypse It’s the new thing Movies, books, everywhere We think we are safe Hiding behind the screen
Walking into my reunion
Life is full of opportunites And it's up to me to take my chances. To give back and not only change my life, But change everyone who advances. Because life isn't always easy.
Beads of sweat Collect on my forehead And are Dabbed away   I exhale, A painter Left to interpret his lucid masterpiece Hanged askew on the wall
There's a void in my head. What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being? One tells me I will not make it, Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel. The ideas in my head scream for attention,
I used to think that bubble wrap, Was the best way to go.   That touching the world, Through a pane of glass, Was better than feeling the warmth, Beneath my fingers.
The heart beats like a thousand drums When in the face of inquiry to another A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
The array of faces gazing at me on stage
The array of faces gazing at me on stage
When starting out  We are like a cocoon All wraped up in love Blind to our surroundings As time goes on we start to break free We find out that our cocoon of love Was never what it seemd
he was only a boy yound and bold, unable to be dragged down smothly surfing along with the tide flow of life searching for nothing other than love.   he spent his days thinking about her
Mesial, Incisal, Lingual, Facial, These are the surfaces of my dream Slidig smootly over the deep pits and fissures Weaving in and out of the sulcus displacing bacteria Floss.  
Je t'aime, mon amour I love you, my love  Je t'adore, mon amour I adore you my love  Let us dance in the moonlight Let us sing to the night 
I got heart and my mind is begging for a job that asks for a little bit more on my part. Ive been a part of the corporate world and it didnt make my heart spin.
A writer’s sword is a pen Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink Inside a long plastic contraption It spews words exempt for bigotry And hatred. A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
What is your job? Is it something you dread? Fear? Hate? It shouldn't be.   What should your job be? Your job should be something you enjoy Love. Anticipate.
don't you wake up some days & wander.. just wander and wonder.. "Where am I going?" "What am I going to do?" & its amazing, too..
certainly you've felt life tug you, hug you, and even push you away.. and I'm certain you've seen life assert it's opinion to your dismay.. & by all means necessary, life has lead you to this point..
I live in my dreams Blind when my eyes are open Closed is when I see.
And then I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had gotten him to fall in love with me
I feel it.   Burning from within A rumbling desire Images and scenes flash by in my head Your hands all over me   Everywhere.   All lips and tongue On me, in me  
Take a chance on me.
These words follow me...like verbs after a nounOver and over againLike the echoes of a soundPounding on my mind
I used to think that love was a song that was only sung by pretty girls, no nerds or fat ones needed, just ones that rocked worlds.
My dream job is one that I did not think of when I was five. Every kindergartener wanted to be a doctor, a princess , a prince or something from their minds. 
I'm not sure what I want to be But I know what I want to see I know I want to see brokenness healed To see humanity revealed I want the heart put back in society To stop all the hurting
Deep in my mind Imagination was born, Constricted in bind My imagination had torn.   The walls that had lied, That constricted my life Are no longer alive.   Now that I'm free
This is the moment I've been working for my entire life. As I perfect my makeup and wrap my hair into a tight bun I look into the mirror and smile.  I am ready. Lacing up my skates, nice and tight. 
One life One world Many opportunities to make a difference.    To change the world with just one job could be the easiest thing in the world... if it's already your passion.  
For the moment passing, fearful and somber,
shoot me. i choose not to rhyme. oh please, is that a crime?
Our sight is skewed. You look through a lense yet it is not your own; they placed a focal upon your face.   Constantly neglecting to notice your nose, though its incapable of escaping your vision.
Look Look at her mouth At the thoughts that once filled that mind The after math of a death too early After all someone has to be the one to examine the bodies All I want I need 
People dedicating themselves wholly to an ideal Accepting a way of life that is almost surreal Submitting their transient needs for something greater Solving problems on coffee, feeling like a martyr
You are a coward. A coward with temptations, That you could not resist The evil damnations. That leave my stomach in a twist.   Why did you do it? You said you loved me more.
Music might help with it's melodies, However it is still has no effect, Still there are no remedies. Just songs to select.   Some might say it is a cure. Some might say it is a place.
A disease, That no ones knows, But it stings like bees, Yet still no one sees.   My father, Has this curse, He looks at his daughter, She knows it hurts.  
Dejection, No affection. Depression, No expression.   Happiness? No. Not anymore. No more blessedness. No more galore.   Why do I still love. Why do I still trust.
Fly
I am learning. I am craving. I am yearning. And I'm caving.   I feel this desire. Adoration. No, I am not a liar. Not an abomination.   I am not inferior.
to say who I am feels like betrayal, for I’m never the same person twice   and oh how lovely it is to know I’m never who I was before   and for each
When I was five, I first met her In a thicket of minds waiting patiently to see her Projected on a sheet that smelled like sunshine   She connected us like the windows of a greenhouse
Don't ever give up. Where would we be if Abraham Lincoln didn't end slavery, fixing humanity as if it's a broken cup?
The sun is shining so far above
He watched her dance, she twirled on her toes, and leapt through the air. He had no idea the strength it took, the pain that made her heart give way.   Then she fell, like a broken doll,
Sometimes i stop believing, i just think about it and stop breathing, i cant take the fact that the things that i lack are the things that i need i mean please, please let me find happiness,love, 
As I aged It faded fast Although I wished It would last One foot forward One foot back Now memories are Of the past Piano, Forte Fast, Slow What I did was stop Instead of go
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern 
Passion is a thing of dreams.
The confederation had beliefs quite skewed They wanted all policies to be renewed But the union wishes to unite ones thoughts
My life, I watch it from the passanger side of the car, go go go and never come back. Today, apart of me; who I am died.
The Girl with the platinum platformed heels walks with her head held high.
Run down that runaway train, Hold on to that wild buck's reins. It's a crazy adventure with a beautiful lure.  Oh, kill me with your hands! Pleasure me in your quick sands! Set me on fire,
Madness Is My Only Cure, Sanity Is What People Tell Me Is Pure,
The merest of isolations With the purity of a newborn soul I glide through the woods,  sureptitiously, As I allow the innocent melodies,  to tickle my ears.   I allow myself to breathe,
Bro lets hit the rock! The beach, where I truly feel free Its the only place I really want to be I'd rather not be anywhere else Anywhere else just isnt the same Anywhere else is completely and utterly lame
To thee, I pose a question, Where shall the time go when it has passed by? Does it creep through the window up into the endless realms of space,
Wrong. A word we'd rather not hear. I'm not sure who constituted it. Who started it. Who decided what it was and wasn't, but it's here now.   Wrong.
I have a passion being on that field The perfectly cut grass all bright and green All the love for the game is revealed You can hear the nervousness in our scream The rivals cross the field all set and steady
The time has come and I'm ready to surpass one of life's greatest milestones that isn't taught in class. If I did not need to decide, I'd gladly take off and explore, but I must, so I shall, and I'll try not to view it as a chore.
Here I sit in the dark, alone and cold. The rain and wind, pounding the blind, don’t stop. The blind sways and creeks, acting as if old. The bait sits waiting, the cream of the crop.  
Every year, teachers ask me at school: What am I passionate about? I sit and ponder, unsure of whether I should give the easy answer,  or if I should go with the hard one.  The easy answer? I'm passionate about
I dream of having a story to give. I’ve never experienced a drive-by shooting, military recruiting, bank looting. I smell car engines polluting, watch students computing, and listen to Justin Timberlake suiting.
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,
  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
Has anybody found courage? You do this everyday and just don’t know the definition It is easier than addition or even school tuition It ‘s so easy a cave man can do it, funny right?
I laid out the fuse,just waiting on you. Flickering in the distance,a spark to the ignition. Emotions light up,feelings burn up. Now a pluming mystery,do you want to kiss me please?
Her eyes, blue like a deep ocean. I dive in and feel the velvety soft water caressing my skin. I swim through the endless waves of blue. I don't thirst for air as I watch the sun dance across the surface.   
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,  Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.   Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,  Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
That day was just another day of rain. There is no other time where I have felt more pain. With overwhelming fear, and doubt on my mind. I fought every day to stay alive. What reasons did I ever have to stay here?
I'm sad. I'm angry. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm happy and daring and waiting, prepared. I want to, I have to, I need to share
Love is our energy Passion our vitality Understanding and compassion the vein of our existence Every time we laugh When our smiles mirror our hearts It seems that we will never face resistance
  The game is about to begin, once the ref oscillates her hand I can hear my heart pounding louder than the bounce of the ball I look up at the scoreboard that is as blank as a check, then to the stand
Studying Pre-Med Always loved fitness and health Never second-guessed   An epiphany Wanted something much greater Much second-guessing   Coined Freckled Nettles
It was the final set, Victory was near. It had come down to this, The world would get, And with one little sphere, Into a company of bliss.   Match point, it was
I love him, He loves me, But how could I be so dumb? Why can't I see?   This is wrong, But it feels so right, To be in his arms And to hold me tight.  
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
I see our souls dancing as we entwine, rhythm, steps, keeping time. Beautiful whisps of silver cord,  dancing upward, heaven-toward.  Our love keeps us bound,
A simple butterfly before you start The sweaty palms and warming up. All your worries and fears come flying in
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 –
You called me baby I melted like snow in April sunlight consumed by your blue eyes you captured my arms pushed me down as  I screamed no But you covered my mouth as you called me baby 
Love
There once was a summer. A summer full of sun and delight A summer with a boy. A boy with great might. I fell in love with him, that boy. His touch reminded me of peppermint. Tingly.
Eyes flowing with invitations and implications Slightly parted lips begging to be met by more A pulse beating a rapid rhythm so rowdy it's almost audible Orbs soft and malleable Made for manipulation
Everyday I sit quietly Wishing to say Everything I've ever wanted But I can't seem to cave Yet with friends I'm so different Its crazy to see  How quiet and shy a person I can be
Passive verbs will do just fine Unless of course, you wish to be kind Original characters are just great Unless of course, they arrive too late Use my names, or two, or three Unless of course, they belong to me
Many in this world find themselves stuck
I want to see you light up I want the room to charge with the energy of your passion Instill that in your students and the world could change forever.    I want to know how much you care about me, and how I do
Petrified air sits frozen in the sweltering, deserted city of sand. Its horizon the same in all directions, rural settings look crowded to this muted kingdom.
You are my star                                 My world                                                      My universe   How did I get so lucky?   Trust me when I say I’ll be there when you cry
Watch, grow, learn kick, swing, catch sports any type best times in your life every aspect applied to the outside teammwork on the field, in the classroom, in the workplace 
The seas are calm. My soul is free The birds are singing let them sing. In sweet harmony and song my soul is free. The sun is shining. Let it shine upon me.
It's as simple as taking steps to a desired destination. There's no need to be patient because you have the ones who matter waiting. Its the burn in your soul to be the best that has ever done it or even coming close.
     Blinded by the glimmer,  the light off-centered, shining on the empty things, objects of suffering, grasping all that glitters, grasping all that glitters, a light which seems to flicker, on and off throughout the night, will you reconsider? 
  Fashion design, what I was born to do Sketch and design is what interests me most But styling and selling suits me too Fashion shows, I would like to be the host  
I have a lot of plans for my future. I really want to make something of myself. I am currently trying to make it out of high school alive. I work hard every day at my school, because I want to get out of here.
I can't say that I've ever had a dear, A darling husband to call my own, But one thing on Earth I hold so near is my passionate love for one thing alone.    The four-hooved creatures run away in fright.
In this world we live in, we face many stages of adversity. Some go through grief, others suffer from poverty; But within our lifetime, we all fall under the trial of addiction... At least only once, if not more than that.
Dear Teachers, Where did all your passion go? Your will to make a student know? To know the joy, the thrill of life? Of piercing ignorance, with a mind like a knife?   Why the monotone?
I thought you put the best in me,But you really just tested me. I thought you wanted us,Instead I want to cuss. I thought you really wanted me,But I guess you just want to be free.
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
We romanticize about how our love lives should go,besides that’s the only thing we know in fairy tales and fantasies.We try to ignore realities and look for all its fallacies,
We’ve seen death. We’ve experienced what the clueless would call “murder”. We’ve felt every emotion possible After that trigger was pulled, Or that arrow was released. The others, they don’t understand,
Our love was perfect tonight. It sparkled, danced radiantly, so right. The eyes that saw our treasured bond knew we were sincere and fond. You took my hand and didn't let go,
Life is like the music that takes you away Your body moves at the sound of a drum The steps that you take leads the way    Every leap and twirl that's where the determation lay
As the clock ticks, our educators dole out our curriculum : standards firm as bricks. We sit and wonder where the creativity went in education. The flint is almost extinct as the Fire Of Passion diminishes to ashes.
Love has no boundaries. Love is selfless. Love is scarifice. Love is charity. The rich in love reach out to the helpless.  The heart of gold grows in maturity. One finds passion and eternally grows.
French, Spanish, English, German All of these mean the same thing France, Spain, America, Germany All these are places filled with anything   Hearts, chocolates, cupids, roses
I love the energy around you The way your protection portrays I love to watch the things you do For each domination in your ways   I love the way that makes you smart
There are a lot of reasons why I love you that no one can compare to. I love your smile and the  way you hold me for awhile. I see you love me just for me! How great your love shall ever be!
He sits, waiting Waiting to seize his moment Seconds feel like hours Why does time go by so slow? He feels his heart beat
This is my Race From the starting line to the finish line I do not run for anyone but me Runnning is my life My stress revealer When I hear that gun shot My heart pounds non-stop
Its that drip of sweat that's stuck on his neck slowly making its way down to the bed My head lays calmly relaxed But my mind is in a wind and a fuss Am I doing enough? Should I touch?
    “i suffer from intelligence” -unknown well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote by a great mind, whose sanity has flown
  Maybe you just have my hormones going That’s the reason my blood is flowing So quickly and you got my pulse thats pulsing So quickly you got my impulse going I kiss you and my whole bodies glowing
So it's like this intoxicating rhythm, this passion beyond belief That encompasses every fiber of existence in this room. It feels  like a heartbeat or like some thrashing exotic beast
I Am told By TV And by my peers What to think, but not How to think. You Must teach me How to Think.   You Teach me How to think, Whether that be
How is it possible for me to miss you like this?All I want is your embrace and one more kiss.Then another and another and I won't let you leave.Every second you're away is every second I grieve.I must confess, I'm obsessedBut when you're with me I
i am not perfect perfect is far from my reach i have not always lived to the expectations you had for me but i am something. i have something to show for all of this.
She says sit like a lady but has rules against chairs. Here's six hours of reading, I'm sure you have time to spare.   Here's a screwdriver and wood now give me boat. There is a list of to-do's,
To be considered great at something, you need experience To be considered smart about something, you need experience To be considered successful with something, you need experience.  
Each day prepares us For that furture we strive for The blood, sweat and tears Proof of all our endeavours Waiting for the day when our passion and career are finally one  
Loneliness is not a state of mind. It is a choice. A way of life, A feeling.   A feeling that possesses, A feeling that deceives,
When into the west Apollo has gone And the depths of night surround me I am found in the shadows waiting there For my love and lord to appear
 Lets run far away Where no one can find usFind a little place to stay  Build a life on love and trust.
Who are you to decide who is superior? Who are you to say I am inferior? Peel away the skin and we are merely skeletons But you wear a mask to hide the comparison As if embarrassed of who you are
I inhale embers and spit fire. You're fireproof. Wishing in vain you'd be engulfed by the pyre. You're fireproof. Say it ain't so that when the lights turn low the fire doesn't light the room. 
You're the only thing that keeps me sane yet you drive me so crazy and might I ask why baby? Blood, sweat, tears but I've put up with you for seventeen years Loving you is a struggle
As I sit there listening to them talk, I wonder am I good enough, To be apart of this family, That no longer know who I am, Or what I have become, A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood, 
It's referred to as "laxation" by the people of the lacrosse nation. You can thank the North American Indians for the creation. The game is completed in an hour's duration with the occasional hesitation and aggravation.
The world is as ugly as it is beautiful, as evil as it is good, as cruel as it is kind, as cold as it is warm, as dark as it is bright— but you will always have a choice on which side to take.
It isn't the way that you look at my lipswhen I talkor how you can fit your hand intothe small of my backwhen you stand next to meor how your girlfriend takes you to churchwith her every Sunday
As I stand here, at Ground ZeroI reflect on what happened all those years agoSo many bitter memories on my mindFrom the day I escaped with just my lifeI should be a dead man, I shouldn't be alive
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
We come to learn the things, for which you have concerns; We're here to seek the lives we dare not speak; There is a thing called life, things that don't resolve around one night;
Expectations of Two My mother lived In a house of four Beaten to perfection And no flaws Rising from the slums Staying hungry to save money She moved to the U.S. To get a decent job
She is at an awful age of youth and exhaustion of revelry and caution. They say "Your whole life is ahead." But weigh her future on the decisions of today How can she discover herself when
Education, striving for excellence and determination, because I am learning of X's and Y's and wars, and I quite frankly can't take it anymore, four passes dedicated to the bathroom per term,
In this world I am but a man, Crossed with confusion and stooped with dearth. But with your love and inspiration I stand, And rise to a vantage between Heaven and Earth.   On this podium I see crystal clear,
Year one, day one; This class is not how I expected it College. Where are all the cute guys and alcohol. That's what I saw on TV. Why am I scared, nervous I wasn't like this in  high school.
The moment of return. The sun setting in the daylight. The embrace of the clearing clouds. The touch of the warmness. Something felt before, but once lost. Given the chance to experience to be a firework.
Teachers ask you how you are "im good, and you" we reply. Thats because  the truth hurts but if I could say the truth, "im good"  would not be my answer. "My fathers a runaway fugitive, my mother has cancer.
As a child we learn about love, between a woman, a man and the sun. Pure and sweet as a dove, oh what a sick pun. No one taught me that song, I learned it on my own. Now you claim I am wrong?
Ring! Ring! Goes the alarm of remembrance There is school to be attended Scrambling to piece together nice outfits To avoid judgement and resentment Striding to the bus stop  To be greeted by the allotment
The truth is your too flirty,  Your suppose to be my Teacher, confidant, n support me and here you are acting all dirty truth is you have no morale for the school and dislike kids
Hush, silence. All eyes up front! Yeah, but what you didn't know was that I had to fight for my life the other night.
Word Jamming. Those were the first two words that popped into my head. Hmph.
put Emotion when you Speak! do not be Plain or Boring! put Passion in your Tone of Voice! not Sorrow! Feel the Love do not Burn the Feeling!
Hands drenched in massacres.Whoever knew writingbloodbaths could cleansethe soul that overflowswith last words.
Sun shines down like fire. Trembling desire, My heart beats and beats and beats. And beats And beats And beats
The girl steps forward Golden hair and emerald green eyes Skin as pure as her soul She knows now what she has to do   The girl walks down the aisle Her clothing as black as her thoughts
Your love takes me to a place that I could never explain. A place that never even existed in my dreams. A place only you and I know about.   Your love is the only thing on my mind.
Do you remember when, When you wound that ribbon in my hair? Or when you touched your hand to my face, And it seemed like I didn’t have a care, For you were there with me. Nothing but sheer lace
Listen to me when I’m completely silent. Listen to me when the weight of the world has made my mouth close tight. I’ll say “I’m fine” but I’m not. Listen to me- I mean really listen.
Dark Pain it is,the pain of desiregoing on and lose self once whole,entire. The silent screams,internal bleedinglosing breath,the venom exceeding.
father’s spirit vanished when i was but a child but long before my knees ached and ran Red with swollen gashes before i washed for hours and before clean was never clean enough but i grew tired and weak
In Your Arms No one Else Exists. In Your Arms I Feel Secure. In Your Arms I am Strong. In Your Arms I am Completely Yours. In Your Arms Our Heart Beat As One. In Your Arms I Will Stay.
I broke the bonds,  Climbed out of the cave which was my ignorance,  Into a new world--a beautiful world,  Some embrace this servitude, 
As children, they ask us "What will you be when you grow up?" We say astronaut, president, musician, actor, celebrity. They smile and tell us that we can do whatever we desire
Music is like the wind, Flowing through a tree. Peaceful yet mighty is thee. Music is like a heart, And does it's part,  In the society of you and me. Music can't be explained. 
Traveling the heartless tunnel, where I must defend, Where I must pace slowly, The Raging Wolf snarls in my glittered path. Muting the song of heartbreak with his temper, His seductiveness and lust-
Our love for one another grows even more each and every day, Our hearts have become one, So overwhelming our love overpowers us, I can honestly and proudly say you are the love I have been searching for, You are my soulmate, My husband.
He is the one whose mere presence makes me feel complete... He is the one who by looking at me can see what no one else sees... He is the one whose voice can make everything seem beautiful... He is the one whose smile can light up any darkness...
Loud were the sirens crying outand loud was the body that wanted to be let outWanted to be free and do whatever it pleasedNot knowing the regrets that it would reap.Loud were the warning bells that seemed to shout.
  The skin that bites the cheek A curled brow above the eye An eye for a soar a star in the sky Passion ceases to exist While the beauty never dies   A walk in the park
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and remember thatThe last time boots felt this way
What will be when I am gone? I think this question, thinking I’ll go on But for all I know, I could die tomorrow Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
In a world where goodis not good enoughand perfection is an endnever quite attained           I am trapped
I glanced through the crowdThere you stoodAnd from across the smoky roomI could feel your heartbeatPerfectly synchronized with mine
Clouds cast shadows on hills that mimic the ocean.If I stand in their rolling shade, will I still feel the sun?Or will I feel a coldness grip me,and shake me likebarley in the wind?
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
Starting from middle school, With petty journal entries Just to keep some days in my memories. I filled a journal with a key, bent. The book didn't fill my hearts content.  
As you walk onto the stage,  Your body is trembling, shaking;  Stomach is in knots   Looking into the crowd,  So many eyes are on you,  As you stay composed and graceful   
I write so that you may see me Wrapped so eagerly into this language That can move so swift from my lips that the meaning  Brings nothing But when you see it
I read their words and my heart breaks openWords of the soul that were never spokenCreations of the mind that were made to beVisions of their realityMy soul takes in their endless life
I write because The connection from my brain to my hand is Stronger than the one from my brain to my mouth. And when my hand moves across the blank page It pours passion right out of the pen.
A breath of fresh air Escaping life's problems. Inspiration, Relaxation, Excitement. Like a majestic river, flowing through my mind. The freedom to express. The power to create. My experiences.
This wonderful gift flows through my veins like the blood that's inside me. It's not everday that a true poet is born. I write poetry because it's a way for me to escape, it's a way I can tell me about me.
I wanna write about stuff Like, I wanna write how I see others writeHow I used to write I wanna write about the things that only I and everyone else in the world understandAnd make them clap their handsForgot that it's poetry And snap their finger
Poetry is hope It means you don’t have to be alone Even when you are   It’s the light breaking through Darkness swirling, spreading, growing   Poetry is beauty
  Writing is the passage between conscious and soul, Purposeful, meaningful, triumphant, and bold- What you have when you fully express yourself, Never second-guessing, never once pausing,
To bring joy to those who need it And happiness throughout the world I am able to lift sad spirits Through writing my dreams are unfurled   As my pencil glides across my page
I love the way your eyes crinkle up each time you start to laugh, the way you smiled boldly, slyly at me when you caught me staring. I loved the way you blushed even more though, quickly averting your eyes,
A blank sheet, a blank sheet, waiting for me to give it meaning. A blank mind, wanting to express, wanting to let it all out, Where do I start? I start here. A mind, a heart, aching to be heard.
Poetry is a language all its own, a refuge, a safe haven, a beautifully rhythmic home. Poetry is a power, a force beyond ourselves,
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 want to hear everything you have to say. i want you to drown me in the sound of your voice, and revive me with the subtle whispers you breathe. i want you to perform a symphony
I could lie down on a small black couch to fill the air with all my petty cares. Or keep it bottled up inside and let smolder, until my face is lined, grey, and older. Instead I use a pen, blank paper
 Just dust I am, but God did mold my soul I saw the light but I was born in war My place of birth, no food it bore only war The crops did die; the men did die and die My mom did flee, my dad as well and I.  
To speak for those without voices;To feel as they have felt,and bleed as they have bled;To record the lives of others,their thoughts,feelings,and opinions,so that they might become immortal
Running down the field of grass Everything becomes clear as glass Everyone shares one common goal To stay away from the oncoming poles   Dodging the defense left and right
Growing up isn't easyThe struggles are endless. No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
There are moments in ultimate tiredness when I feel I can see everything, sense everything, understand everything. The music starts and my thoughts wonder. I feel as though we are all part of the same being.
Cocoa rain chocolate champagne, I wanna dance in this beautiful mist, kiss these poetic lips of sweet honey dew Get lost in this ebony hue. Turn on the gray lights,
My Catharsis   I write, To release my pain.   My catharsis, Carries secrets: Loves lost. Loves gained.   Strained by defeat, My soul softens.  
Une autre nuit quièteQuand le lit est froidJ’espère et je souhaiteEt je pense à toi.     English Translation:
Lost are many thingsAnd forgotten follows a close second,Though never have I ever reckonedThese are where my love falls.  
Always the little thingsAre the ones that make me grinWhether I like it or not,I seem to be drawn back again:  
Feel the touch of the desert sun Warming along our flesh Egyptian cotton touching me the passion grows internally a kiss egniting the flames breathless like a drowning child Blinded by red and gold
Pain is an everyday thing. I wonder if it ever stops .
I hate what you have done to me all the pain you have caused me do you regret me being here. Cause that would explain why you are never here. How can you treat someone  who loves you, this way,
A coder who shines in the light. One who determines, what seems wrong and what seems right. What he is doing, is his passion. The goal to be recognized, is always ever lasting. He stays up all day and night.
Deep within my soul this story untold Of love life happiness and dreams deferred A poet’s passion Let my pen lead you down, down this road if you dare To tell a passion of poetry a love so deep none could tear
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher, it takes a toll on my heart, it nearly tears me apart. People see angel wings, I only see other things like acid laced lips and,
Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance?
Passion is the tides rolling in to see you, you can always count on it being there. Passion wakes up with you every morning striving for what it wants, what it needs, softball.
Passion is the tides rolling in to see you, you can always count on it being there. Passion wakes up with you every morning striving for what it wants, what it needs, softball.
She breathes into me Like a gentle wind On a hot summers day. She feeds me all I need And gives me all I like. Filled with such a beauty, I am never alone. For words and writings,
It gets so silent sometime that I wonder if God can even hear me, No one to talk to because everyone has their own problems, So to cope I throw my thoughts into a bottle, Tighten it up so no one can get to them.
Ginger spines Flaky sighs Powerless, You glossy-eyed Creature. I saw you there, In the crevices of my dreams Breathless, in a pool of gems Lost within the carefree
Let love not be just an impassioned flameDark like charcoal in a matter of daysFleeting birds escaping, his misled aimSomething so exaggerated in plays
I dream of aspiring into a successful person, I dream of helping many people with the talent I hold within, I yearn to prove to my fellow companions that change is possible, that we shouldn't be tied down to the same traditional ways, we have the
He makes me sad He makes me love him He makes me feel love for life, music  Stirring up something so gentle Feeling grace is a blessing. I long to make  Fearless, Gentle, Lively, Powerful
Poetry is the air I breathe, the sacred serene sound of peace, the one and only complete atmosphere, where symbols provoke happiness or fear.
I write to have a voice A voice that can scream A voice that can cry A voice that can laugh A voice that is understood by others A voice that means something   I write to have feeling
  Swinging my hips side to side like they ain’t got no business Looking at your lips, they can make some mean Caribbean kisses Dreads mid-way your back
The hands won't moveLife is stillCan't you tell we just aren'tWe aren't movingWe aren't breathingWe aren't livingYet we are alive
Anchors aweigh sir, pray, sail away. Those of Courage and Might this ship will stow. The sea calls out good sir - I must obey!   Let us leave land, rock, sand, this very bay
Like a game of Russian Roulette, I sit here and I sweat. My palms are cold and wet. I am waiting for the gun To make its way to me.
Let’s swap hands you take my heart I’ll take your cigarette. Light me up here I’ll block the wind with the cuffing of my hand.
I was wrong I've been singing the wrong song cause I realized that true love isn't planned.
  I do what I love. I am passionate about what I do. I dance. It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.  
I feel Different When I'm with you.   When there's no one around, a spark, ignites in my heart.   My skin heats, combusting with every touch. With each innocent smile,
Swing beats, be-pops, and bass lines Breaking through paper Breathing in life Building off the groundwork of poetic hypnosis   When pencil meets guitar pick And paper is the drum pad
That small yellow ball means everything. People sprint to this commodity. They must have this priceless treasure. They spend their lives in dedication, To a little yellow ball.
I seek adventure I know not where I go I'm not an extremist for  I dare not go there I seek a strolling adventure one that has beauty  and time  and power  and sweat to get there
The Words drip onto the page like Candle Wax. . . effortlessly flowing from an endlessly burning wick. The flame. . . of a soul too full to keep all inside and so it drips. drips. drips. . .
Eyes so big and beautiful. A heart so strong, yet so fragile. Your mind so brilliant, your love so enduring. Your lips, your spirit beyond alluring. Such a sweet disposition, living in a world full of confusion.
The mere sound that comes from the slight touch of a piano... Traps my heart in a transparent fabric of ecstasy… And my eyes are immediately fixed upon his fingers… His fingers…
(poems go here)   Obra Maestra   He called onto the dirt, made the soil reflective The final ounce of life now materializing
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in Fall Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days will cause the season to last forever.
                                                                                     A Dancers World                                                             
I'm juat a simple girl lost without a soul I long for someone someone who would love me You came into my life you let me know i have a heart You helped me discover my soul
It's all about phases we humans go passed The way we want to find ourselves To define who we are As being the first to go The oldest in my family I set the path my two sisters are destined to follow
Once upon a star we jumped in love While intertwining our hearts desires Lovers together defining dependence Keeping in time with destiny Dreams pull apart the future Passion prolongs fate near my soul
Where do my words begin? My world lives in a pen And when I write, it all comes out And on the paper, my world is sent But what is my writing all about? About my life, my love, my friends
Building, And shrinking; Still the same size, But different forms; From big and blissful! To concentrated and sad, But all the while, so good, It all feels so good,
Lust is a powerful, temporary, body of emotion, It isn't spoken of until we're olden-ed, A mere fragment of love, not enough to trust, Unlike love it's used on everyone for fun,
Leave my Body Broken, I'd Rather Focus on More Important Things Keep my Words Hidden and my Meanings Skewed. They Mean More that Way.
Nothing in the world quite pleases the ear, Like the sweet, mesmeric music that we hear. The way it leaves the spirit lightened and the soul satisfied, Or even touches the heart enough to bring tears to the eye.
I was always fascinated by the universe of New York and all the stars that hailed from its solar system but Brooklyn was a bitter taste that was hard to swallow.
Writing is a passion Real truth in time I write with compassion To seek what is mine Everyone will see the overwhelming passion that flows through my veins
We the invisible While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there The misfits the world never bothered what to do with Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
I love to dance. Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries. I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers. And make you despise me with one more.
Poetry is not just rhyming It's about the timing I write when Im happy, lonely and sad & when things are crazy and bad It reflects of my different personalities & moods
Is there any part of you however small That says that you love me at all? The fires of passion we once had have dimmed The times we spend talking have once more been trimmed You look into my eyes and I look into yours
Seamus Heaney wrote of his admiration for his family, they are determined people- something Seamus wants to be. He knew he couldn't compete with them in their talent,
Will you still love me when my locks have turned gray My dark skin losing texture inevitable as my ashes to one day fly with jays As the ticks of the clock refuse to stop you'll join me one day
I’ve spent my whole life being a goody-two-shoes… And for what?! Every year, every assignment, every class, every grade My parents demanded—it was an A that I made.
I write for the women before me Who had no rights to express their thoughts Oppressed through the generations Until someone took a stand
I love writing poems it allows me to express myself, i can write about foam and make it symbolic for something else Theres much you can do when you have imagination, you can write one too
No limits on time Easier to gather one's thoughts Creativity unbound
Upside Down Oh someone turn them right side up I think they’re pining after a dream with no luck ‘Cause maturity will find them Freed but still chained. Dry it still rains
I dedicate myself to public speaking Peaking subtly along with the days and nights and weeks and whatever comes next Sometimes I talk too much It’s not enough to always think after I Open my mind up,
Poetry is a force, and I almost can’t stop it. Like I’m falling face-forward with my hands in my pockets.
I wake up in the morning, looking like I had a rough night tears on my cheeks from me crying myself to sleep. I look in the mirror who am I.
The incessant ringing fades in and out, Here we go again. A walking zombie, the beginning of a new day. New? Is it really? Because it seems exactly like the last. A new flavor of gum,
And the winner is... Not you. The person who keeps his head above the rest. The person who needs to have praise. The person who looks for the prize at the end of the road. There is no winner.
Their words, all their words were Satan Every thing a sin. Call mighty triumphs Did He give you sight? Or tell you only words were of use? I see now.. He cut off your hands
All surrounds the topic The topic we see in few Nothing can fell the rush of the experience The imagery, symbolism, description Feeling the mind at a staggering embrace With word nor picture able to describe
the snipping of hair the smell of shampoo the bristles of the broom the hair on the floor the smiles that are shared colors swirled blended perfectly on the eye the peachy lipstick to match the blush
I stood there one night and grace my eyes upon the sky. And said "please Angels send me a message, i need to speak with God." I' am sad Lord. My debt is building, yet from trying to better myself with school.
Pressure up the side Curls around the neck Traces every curve How does it form? Continuity turned erratic Straights transition to diagonals Questions natures laws Can anything be truly perfect?
Writing many words Telling a secret story Telling who I am Words can save the soul Words can create a new world Words provide escape
My sweet chocolate pie o my o my... So delicious its like you came from the sky. Your sweet heart touching layers o how much I love to try. Your taste never changes o sweet chocolate pie.
Once a little girl Full of life Nothing brought me down I was always happy Not a care in the world About the tragedies of life I didn't even know they existed At least they didn't in mine
Some people say love doesnt exist Others say it is only found between a man and woman if thats true then whats this im feeling for a woman Butterflies in result to that sweet sound i call ur voice
Love blossoming like the red rose, wrapping me up for you like the tieing of bows. Kisses are gifts that presents hold, asking to be with you would be a fleet so bold. Chocolate is said to bring out euphoric love,
Dark-eyed princess in my bed our senses are afire Lightning flashes through my head Tasting her desire
Thoughts roll Seasons change Sun rays blind eyes Hearts beat Minds wonder Gone is yesterday
The moments pass by in a blink of an eye. These inspire people to not just soar but to make them fly. Larger than life events are depicted so all can see. To show the life of one, or to show how we are free.
I'ts more than a game, It's a passion. I step on my mat, hungry for victory. Speed and strength is my disease... I attack like a beast with an assassin's mentality.
Passions
they say what they want things they don't know the taunters, the miss guided, the ill advised the mean hearted and dim lighted they lie, they curse slut bitch run, hide
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution. But I’ve made up my mind, And I don’t have any more time
Alas, Hear the stars that twinkle above me And hasten the moon to sing And glide o'er the branded sky Such sweet sorrow and endless abyss as never seen And awaken me dawn!
i believe love is the opposite of hate though they both stem from passion i love you means i’ll be patient and kind enduring and true no matter what we may go through
Sitting in the van, hood on, earphones in, Contemplating whether to be gutsy or play it safe. Tonight's the night we decide, To lose or to win.
As we lay on the soft, dew-wet grass, staring into the night sky as Colors boom and bang around us, as we sit perfectly still, So perfect, so quiet, yet peaceful. Two young souls lost in the ashes of the fireworks.
We live in the land of the privileged. But our humanity has been lost. We have so much power, but that power comes with a cost.
Chasing the banner But the race never ends I manage a smile, engage in banter Yet there is turmoil deep within I have a fire, an eternal flame That refuses to burn out
If I could give you anything Anything, anything at all I would give you the gift of words Words spurred from a place deep within you, Words buried so deep, The word “deep” itself
The mortal man may say "fires burn with a symbolic passion". Such a thought does not begin to describe the attraction. The flame atop his hand burns, not with an interest, but an addiction.
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter? In Youth, is It serious truth? Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious. But Observe! Another undefined curve! For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
What is your passion? Is it real? Is it edgy? Does it make other peoples’ heads spin? Is it a little crazy? But more importantly, is it a passion to win? What do you have to lose, following your passion?
I’m not an exception To the rule Yet, I try so hard I’m like one grain in the sand A particle in the sky I’m nothing but a spectacle Yet, I try so hard
It's been a while since we've had our fix Our release from this world were livin in Our Place of solitude just to take that hit To enter a dimension of ecstasy within.
There's chaos and disorder all around me; But I act as if my life is better than it seems. I deal with rage and disrespect everyday; And when the subject is brought up, I turn away.
Red Fire
Every time I pick up this pen I feel like my legacy depends upon it In actuality it does Each drop of ink is only a stitch As I share the roots of my passion with the world.
Every time I pick up this pen I feel like my legacy depends upon it In actuality it does Each drop of ink is only a stitch As I share the roots of my passion with the world.
The fire that shimmers and turns in the night, dances across my face and in my soul ignites the courage needed to answer that call. When someone's in trouble there's no time to stall.
My relationships are like fire Glowing brilliantly hot, bright and red Reaching out and warping everything in its path But then it cools and hardens to cold grainy ash Not longer beautiful Ruined, gone
Sonnet 1. As I pass out to this strange brand new world I sense my form go cold and freeze to bone A man comes up using a ring of a lord He grabs my arm, but shadow comes and I’m alone
It’s much too dangerous to think about passion.
i see you baby, all four of my eyes your smile is golden like the spirits of the sun your smell is so good like a healthy breakfast your presence is needed like a hungry child wanting food
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