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Most responsible. Maneuvering through each day. Maybe locked away, or roaming around free. More extroverted, charismatic, determined, & even kind some might say. May you be her friend & not her enemy.
It's my first attemt at an acrostic poem-
And the body is made to die, a
Very fine specimen, crafted with precision
Arranged into an organism, a
Is th' world so truly full o' toils?
No'ne needs t' search afar t' see th'
Struggles of th' heart. 'f these despairing
People, I wan' to be their a-glowing
Chasing live vessels filled with blood
Hissing rabidly into the night
Under the moon, hunting heedlessly
Since the widespread industrialization
In every town and home
Someone is chained to their life
G - rowing up can be tough when you're the
R - arest kid in your town.
O - rdinary people make fun of you
W - hen they dont understand what you are.
T - hat's their problem not yours and it may be hard to
INTO THE DARK
Night especially when it's dark is what i fear.
Other people may think that i am wared.
Light at night helps me when i go into the dark.
Mother Dearest,
You Are My Teacher.
Of All The Callous Lessons You Have Taught Me,
Unmistakably, You Have Taught Me – to read – And
How To Love. Love Should Be
They were only friends,
that's what they would profess.
Experiences together changed for the better,
considering an attempt that had the strength of a feather.
There was a spark between them that was like magic,
Screwtape,
You may try to cloud my thinking
Eradicate my being
Snap my persona with guilt
However you should know
Until Eternity ends
Adoni, my Master and Savior will keep me in His hand
Because your voice is like a river’s stream
Each time you speak, your words are made for me.
Content is how I feel because they seem
Be you sick or sad or just mad at me
Every time, I’ll stay and you’ll ask at me
“Could you tell me why you don’t go away?”
And I give the same answer every day
Waiting for the right moment
Our eyes set on a new prize
Now a boy in green has been chosen
Lover since the seventh grade
Offed himself on Rio Lane
Said he loves everything about me
Scribbled on the suicide note messily
Gross unsatisfaction from this whole ordeal
Stumble, trip and fall
I will arise once more
No weight may break me
No obstacle may bar me
I will overcome it all
No demon shall sway me
Life choices have left me struggling and alone,
Always searching for a place to call home.
Resentful of others who have what I don't.
Under depression's spell, I was more like a drone,
All
Bad things
Cease eventually, but
Did they ever say
Everything would feel as if
Falling were the ultimate answer, and
Opening his mouth to receive the tender of her
Legs, he knows not to taste the
Inside yet. War is a calculated process.
Victory takes many a stroke to be won.
Intense is his brave
a pair of tired eyes, resting over a pair of
lips forever longing for a kiss
even an unpolluted night sky could not outshine her brilliance
x'd out eyes gaze upon this beauty, eyes of none other than
Many times I'm beaten down and hopeless
You would know, you've lived through this life, too.
Good friends are
Only human beings, but
Do you know who I can always trust?
All I had was found in you
Callow was my feeble heart, one unable to look past the light bombarding your soul.
Quell this pain my nerves are circulating through my body.
Continuously evolving into a new being.
On the contrary, my shell seems to remain unchanged.
Monotone drones of the voices urging me to want more.
Bumble melts off of the lips like the honey we steal.
Origins are unimportant when we have the hum of corporate in our ears.
Mounds of guilt collect like wax combs.
But we care not, as long as we get what we want.
Heavy, the feeling that burrows itself in the pit of my stomach.
It’s an ache that desires a concept I’m not sure I’ve ever grasped.
Right now, there is a house, containing a room with my few possessions.
Maybe the sound I hear isn’t the melodic tone I perceive it to be.
Even angels couldn’t open their lips to evaluate its harmonious wonder.
I stroll through a grove of ancient oaks,
Hovering down a path immersed in shade.
A clearing now, the blinding p e r f o r a t i o n s of light strike.
A new day with,
new challenges,
daily affirmations,
halfway keep us on track,
insisting that we stop,
so we do,
now feeling deep dismay,
alternating between anger and despair,
Forever shall we be together. Until the last breaths are drawn. Complete in one another. Kindred are our spirits.
Yearning hearts pulled together. Out of our control. Undying is our love.
Laughter
Independence
Friendships
Expression
Imagination
Smiling
Adventure
Wondering
Endurance
Sincerity
Optimism
Ignore gravityMelodramatic wailingAnother boo-booGrandparent concernedInjury tender to touchNeeds candy to heal
In the still of the night I cannot see,
Low as the moon appears to be sinking
Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear.
Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
Maybe others won't understand what they deem eccentric
Old fashioned, they'll call you
Really, they'll say, aren't you hot under all those layers?
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
Magnificant form of
Art, not to be
Knocked on.
Exciting beauty in
Unthinkable hues.
Paramount in my interestes.
It's difficult to confide in others.Maybe they will hear me out!If I don't walk, talk like myself, if itGets out of hand, I'll leave!Hail a taxi and just get back home,To never find out the truth...
Promise me:
Remember me when I’m dust once more
Often visit us prisoners of nursing homes
Meet me halfway again
I can make it through another night
Secrets kept in the face of fear
Eternal kindness
Suppose that we could put a stop
To violence all around the world.
Observe the pain of others, and
Prove what could be ended here.
Veiled threats and hidden bruises,
Anyone who doesn't care
Someday you will have problems too
Stop pretending that you're so perfect
Hope that none of this happens to you
Once you have problems of your own
Love is love,
Gay, Bisexual, Trans and all,
Be yourself, and do what you believe.
Take every day with stride,
Don’t worry about what others may think.
It’s your life, live it with pride!
Excellent
Monster
Boy
Assesses
Random
Radioactive
Asphalt.
Serious
Salmonella
Eerily
Declassified.
To this acrostic, do not pay any mind,
Change
Such a powerful word,
Is it good... or bad
Both?
Change has the power to fix
Or ruin
Everything.
But change is only a word without action
Action
Action
It was frigid on that dark winters night. The blank stare of homework was in my eyes. As my brothers came in, she called us all together. Not noticing the mood I waltzed without a care. It was when I sat down that I became aware.
Ardent wings undulate at length,
Reverberating echoes through
Tomorrow. Beware the sound of
Halted silence. Beats build up strength,
Sword in hand, the knight storms into the fortress.
Swinging his blade, he strikes fear into his foes,
Slaughtering them, savoring each of those blows.
Spearmen pawn their poor lives for his sinful bliss,
I feel I truly loved him, even if we came from different worlds.
Claiming I was not in love would be nothing but a lie, I spent my days hoping for a glimpse of him.
Somewhere, I disappear to. A place in which I become
Weightless, like a butterfly.
I shouldn’t be able to breathe, but
My new-found gills slowly begin to make themselves useful and
Beneath the stars, above the moonUnder the roaring, bursting sunTrailing like comets through the skyTreating their audience to rainbows of lightExclaiming the purpose of imagination
A question I quite often contemplate:
Could I create a perfect poem form?
Regardless, I have too much on my plate
Old-timey styles are the established norm.
So what if I cannot carve my own niche?
Jostling presumption.
Underestimation of humans caused by
systematic corruption.
Thinning thoughts, thinning minds—
indebted to continuous lies.
Am I guilty of falling down?
Because I feel the same.
Can this be different than before?
Difference is only an Idea.
Everyone could feel this way.
Feeling only what I’ve been constructed to feel.
Kites soar across an empty sky,
A spattering of clouds nothing more than cotton specks.
Tree tops seem so out of reach, like old age to
Youth, still playing on the ground.
Consideration
Integrity
Values
Independence
Lively-hood
Respect
Innocence
Generosity
Hope
Triumph
Success
