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 -Every Life Matter , Whether You Are , Black Or Brown Even If You Wear A Crown , Or Whether You Are Pale ...And Waiting To Exhale  My Life Matters 
We chant, “let freedom ring”, yet allow ourselves to be controlled Little do we know Day-by-day, we unknowingly dig ourselves a deeper hole  Fooled: media provides valid information  Little do we know They choose to feed us the fragmentations  Kno
I feel like I always need to prove. impress. Which makes me feel consumed with stress.  Everyday its school. Then rest.  When can I break loose. and test Boundaries. limits ment for me to break. 
And then I did Chemo!
She is a natural beauty But she only sees the beauty in her smile Her dark eyes shine in the sun Her skin is rough her hair long A voice with a high pitch tone
It's so cold Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
Can I ask a million questions, half expecting a million answers? Should I try to learn all I don't know but should've learned when I was young Basic human interactions, I must've not been listening
I am aspiring to be...
Speaking  Is a hard thing 
Brought into this world full of killers drug dealers crooked cops i look around and there's no one to help a would without heroes ? how have we survived this many years ?
people always want money but shit that's not what i need i dont need a three story house with a huge glaring tv i dont need six figures i just need to figure it out figure out why we're here and what life is about
Fighting fire with fire  Is not very wise  But when overcome with hatred Sadness and Demise Eyes get set on erasing  Ultimately defacing  A person to a thing Losing its self as a being
don't tell Me how to act or who to be, how to act or what to see. I don't need anybody to control Me. instead I'll just be Me.   shy and fierce, wild and refined. quiet, crazy, loving.
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
Graduation The time is near,
Becasue setreoypes exist
Racism is just a word.
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
The struggle is here, the struggle is now.
Inside my head A universe lies Galaxies far and wide Farther than can be seen by the eyes. A planet for my nightmares A place I never go All things terrifying in this Dumping ground, this hole.
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care?   “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
You see growing up I was told my father was no good I was told he didn't care about me I was told he sold drugs, even got shot My Father....   Growing up only seeing My Father on the weekends.
"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
I am a DREAMER. This world isn't complicated, grey, confusing, or bland. This world is full of opportunity and color. What we can do is LIMITLESS.
As I find myself wondering, who I really am I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come. I struggle to find what is me, and what is the creation, made by the media. I like to think that I am what I am,
When you're a child
1         What am I doing?            I am confused with my thoughts.            Where is this sudden rush coming from? 4         I want it but I don't need it.            It's really needed want in a sense,
1         You killed me.
School. A place where we learn An education is what we yearn Most looking to be successful and rich  Hoping to enter the world without a niche They say it's a scary world out there you will see
  My shorts are not an invitation For your hands to roam my thighs And my sassiness is no reason For you to ignore my reluctant cries My exposed skin is not shouting "Come on; there's more to see!"
Remembering the time when I wanted to grow old faster. Thought things were easy as I’ve seen grown-ups do their way. As my height increase inch-by-inch The clothes I wear changes day by day  
Your scent reminds me of blossoms Your smile is the light of my mood Possibly seeing myself in your eyes That swift touch like heavens bliss   Treasuring those senses For those smell, sight, and touch
Who am I? Who are you?Who are we trying to be?
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream. The stars are all shining; look at them gleam! Though things might get harder, we can still sing. Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!  
SEXUAL REVOLUTION-- It made it legal to kill creatures that we adore most. Sucking their heads off. DEAD.      GONE.            NEVER HAD A VOICE. . .
Why would we Who have so much to offer Want to hide behind a mask? Trying to blend with a crowd full of people all trying to be like everyone else We try to camouflage
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.
My beautiful little girl, From the moment I knew you were, I couldn’t think straight anymore. To know that my soul had found
School is for the fun Science, math and history School is for the young
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
Time seems fluid.            You and I are just floating through. Time stretches on and on,             Until the day has ended               And the darkness is surrounding. The rising sun
I am happy to be angry so I smile Yea I was angry, cause my dad left my mom.
Do you ever have that dream that doesn't let you sleep?Leaves red marks in your eyes,And a bad taste on your teeth?But, for some reason, no one understands
There is a fire which burns in all men, oft banked by worldly care   It needs but one breath to waken its heat, a wind of holy air   On pagan altar once it burned, its all-consuming heat  
“Isaac COME HERE! HURRY! JOSUE ISNT BREATHING! HE’S SHAKING! CALL 911!”
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
Who I am, I am someone who is not who they appear to be, Secrets, are what make up who I am,  A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be, I am who I am, 
My Eyes Are The Seers Of  Treasure, Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure, The Brain Is Wealth, As A Thieve Is To Stealth, The Future Is For The Dreamers,
Is it really going to be this way?
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
 I grew up in the  Bronx  Where gang war goes on Drung  Dealers  sell to crack heads   And teen mom raising babies Old people have no health care And homeless people have no where to go  
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house. Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
Am I wrong for wanting brighter days?  Am I wrong for trying to learn? Am I wrong for wanting sucesss? As i get older i feel judged on my every move. Why cant I grow up? Why cant I get wiser? Why cant I want to achieve my future success?
I'm pretty sure life is just a dream . And most the time it's a nightmare.
You're like a hurricane of bad news,  but I had have you, everything about you had me going crazy, but you're too much for me to handle, like a foreceful wind, you've thrown me to the ground,
I wander through my own mind looking for a sign with the utmost desire to let myself run free my feelings and emotions flow like I just finished reading The Great Gatsby   I have so much to say,
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
Why do we wake up? Humans are evil . Humans are dumb. Humans can think yes. But only of what suits them best. Humans walk beside the rest of us. Forgetting they are the rest of us
Fuck this shit I'm winningExcuse me Pardon my beginning So ecstatic About the erratic Accomplishments god has given And the time and will I have put in while living 
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
Pictures of my past Haunt me as they last Conquer I must For y future is what I trust I have grown stronger each year And finally college is almost here Applications have been sent
The sun wakes the neighborhood, bouncing off the black shingled rooftops. I close my eyes. Inhale.  And start my descent down the paved hill from my doorway.
Why her? Why me? Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her? Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams. But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
Success is accomplishing your goals and never giving up keeping your head up being able to bounce back from failure Succes is what you live for
What are limits without timeWhat is distance without a prizeWhat do you win once you have won what you have wanted all alongWhat is a fight without a warWhat is speech with no encore
You're young and foolish          Life is judgemental and rude Open up and live
I remember, when I was fourteen,  I found out my friend had been raped. I didn't even know what it meant  back then. My friend, she was a drug addict. Living with the trauma.
Their eyes close and the mind opens It isn't living if you're dead Their existence is superficial, it's all they know They know death, naivety, and ignorance but they don't know themselves
I can't see it come down my eyes, so i got to make this song cry. Fuck comb-overs. Fuck yellow grass.
I'm cursed, on the inside I'm hopeless & vacant; I seek help for I need some sort of placement; I struggle to understand and how to feel; Am I a monster, for I must not be real;
Well this is quite a surprise. I've never been asked this inquiry before.
I think To be “strong” is to be Miserable. To be “strong” when you feel your weakest, Is to destroy one self. I have never felt my “Strongest” when I’ve had to Pretend
I feel like my life is spinning out of control
Hold my hand. Hold my face. It's not a test, it's not a race. What we have, we haven't named. Please don't forget that I'm inexperienced and this is new. We're learning each other
Dreams guid us... 
I used to prefer ignorance But no, no, no,  I did'nt. I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss" I was a walking contradition  Bound to get hit with reality  
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once Classes Sports Friends Family Sleep Then I dropped sleep
He is very mad.
It's the pain that she feels.It’s the screams that she feels.It's the ache in her brain.It’s the hate in her veins.It's the hurt that she feels.It’s the fear that she has gained.
another day wasted on waiting for only you to come back to me
A person’s voice can reveal a great deal,
19602014Makes no difference to meHistory repeatingWhether youFire hose meRape meBeat meLynch meGun me downCan't control the center of the problem#IfTheyGunnedMeDown
Silence has a cost A price to be paid Greater than any precious metal More than jems or stones And I pay the most
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming  i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums  begging them to help me oh please oh god please help me i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
All the reasons I shouldn't write poetry. 
We all want to be loved But what is love if we're all blind Not able to see their mistakes We think our partner is perfect I guess we're just too kind We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:     Life in its many stages represents various shades.  
The reason why I try to hide 
I am the hidden girl.   Hidden behind my curtain of shame. The girl that people don't notice, The person who follows the crowd, The one who is too shy to be heard, The human afraid of making mistakes.
When words can't explain my frustration on how a boy can change your mine completely 
No
No. Is all I hear.
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
What can you do when you can't take it no more  Like there no place for you to be Everyone has attack you in so many 
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life  The though of failing a grade was a nightmare  It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it 
I don't want to be alone but be apart of something where people can except me for me 
Be yourself  when some ones looking be yourself even when no ones looking Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
Our E.T (Ending Truth)   We are not the only ones, That’s selfish to think so, Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up  only to find a solution for me finding my balance again 
Each day I
Things I want my daughter to know - feel comfortable and confident going a day without makeup. A day when you have errands to run or have to stop into work for a bit. 
him
  my mom always warned me about the drugs on the street
dad 2 daddy your my superhero  3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there 4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
As this day became the most worst of all
I prayed that I was dreaming When I saw that big wave The water was not normal But as dark as a cave It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world. My Parents tell me one thing And my friends tell me another. I watch all the movies. I thought what I was feeling was real. What happened to love, live life.
I wonder to myself how you are still here When thinking of you made me shed tears Knowing that you might fade away Wanting you to stay But then light appears Brightening the atmosphere
Reach through the crack above your horizons.   Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.   Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
In the midst of moments, constantly transitioning from one to the other, we struggle to grip onto time. Past, future, simply living in the present. Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
America land of the free
        Promises Please dont let me down You must live up to your word Protect and secured
Away from the students Away from the teachers Away from the stress Away from the homework Away from the tests Away from the school   Away from everything Is my spot
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
I want to read your table of contents I want to read our last page first I just want to know if this is going to be worth it Or if we are going to end up hurt I want to know what page you first notice my smile
every night I rest my head,I rest it sometimes on a bed,my head is resting but my mind is racing,my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,I have so much to think about,
Before proceeding, you must first understand one basic primordial idea that my family and I have lived with for most of our lives: the idea of one true God.
My heart beats every second
This is how it begins—two hours past 11:11, when I forgot to make my wish.
Everything that I have ever known is a lie. You don't realize it till someone say it in your face. I was living a life of sin. You take a step back and re-evaluate your whole life.
are like storybooks. They display themselves like open books, desperately waiting to be looked upon by curious eyes.   People with tattoos are unpublished authors.
I fear failure I long for success I love learning And I learn everyday   I like to imagine my future At the age of 22, I’d be graduated from college I would get up and get myself to work
Welcome to the Theater of My Mind.
Mama doesn’t know best. She thinks we need him here, when in reality, we don’t. He makes me who I’m not, who I never wanted to be. He’s the person whom I dread, the one that i despise.
I write to you today
Writing is an act of thought, A Muse chased into eloquence, A wild idea, tamed and caught And realized through writer's sense The cause itself, irrelevant, The processes behind it too,
Sea of Love By: Jimmy Orantes   The sea of love My darling Is where i found you Our eyes locked Our hearts stopped The stars aligned Oh, how we met by great design
Because you said I couldn’t wear my long hair down. I stomped into daycare, Threw my bands on the ground.
I'm wondering if I'm going to heaven or hell. I should know just that so many lies people tell. Corrupts my intel. They say I'm destined for damnation. They put me on the spot like Dalmatians.
I’m a waitress, And I love my job— It gives me satisfaction.                I love knowing that I am helping someone relax after a long, hard day.                I love being helpful and making people smile.
Does it matter that I come from a poor family, or that I am bi-racial? Does it matter that I went to private school, on tuition assistance?
craving physical affection, but dreading physicaly contact.
we spend, so much time wondering, why we're not good enough,
Music has become, Pop culture, but to some, It is the blood Flowing through their veins. My music is, To me, Everything I am.  You see,  I need music to survive.
I count my ribs, one 
I am tired of living. I wished I lived in one of those fantasy lands where everything is great. But who doesn’t. Who am I kidding myself. It’s not like it would make me feel any better.
It always seems as if
My eyes open slowly, as my bones and muscles ache and crack. The pains of an illegal twelve year, pains no other boy should have. An education is the most important in life, my mother engraved into my head.
Why can't we all get along and sing a song why must bullying occur everywhere and on the web Why can't these men be a father while the woman play both parts in a child's life
Why? That is all I want to understand! Why?! A young girl will lie down and have relations with a boy that they claim they love after 3 days. A you girl will get pregnant before she has even had her cycle for a full year.
  Indeed these numerous trials make known their face
So, I'm out here being myself but all the see is color Not blastin', twerking, not even a young mother I'm out here being myself but all they see is fame
He sees balls of flame and dust. She sees old souls that guide her path. I see worlds beyond all of us. They see stars, numbers, and math.   He endures the dull, While she beholds the beauty.
She sits…
Stupid cigarettes remind me of you, Mornings, no longer something I look forward to, for it’s all so sour after being so right Now, I do not wish Day to turn into Night.
Waiting in anticipation of that single gun shot palms sweaty as we line up to start all falls silent all I hear is the sound of my racing heart all I feel is the adrenaline rushing through my legs
The chill from the propeller Up at jumping altitude Runs down the body, up my spine And electrifies the mood  
I put Atlas to shame by juggling the solar system with perfect precision.
“Can I please have a ride?” It’s a simple enough question. But laced with barbed wire. A huge favor to me A way for me to work But an inconvenience to you. A chore
I reach for the canister of ash And take my thumb and smear it On my neck, like a holy gash.   I wear my thread every day. I don't question my faith and I never look the other way.  
I was born into a world of destruction and hate, all led by you You whispered nursery rhymes and lovely phrases into my ear with a hint of alcohol on your breath
You have to choose.  I can't. You have to.  But I can't. Because there are so many choices. So many paths I could take.
They could've been heroes Yet you make them into zeroes Machines of Self-Fullfilling Prophecies Causing nothing but tragedies Youths full of hope Suspended from school gleefully to sell dope
You function, I function, Robots to the requirements of the world, we are. Expectations as well as realizations. We break, our mind reaches far. That unexpected change in fate Midnight coffee, stay awake.
We all must stand the test of time Speak your mind when times get rough  The mountain awaits
So I've created a mission To spread my decision To talk about my beliefs about the topic of religion. A touchy subject, people get defensive, But it's a result of the way it gets presented.  
You may see me, You may know me, But you can’t hear me. Laughter may be good for the heart but doesn’t the connections of humanity grow the heart, the mind, the soul? So put down your mobile devices
How you blend in with the pave
I join the throngs of hungry people in aligning my life with the blueprint, desperate to complete everything perfectly in order to reach uptown utopia. Fear plagued everyday activities.
ByeBy her sideYes that's rightWhere you said you were going beWhere you’re supposed to be...Where are you now...You’re her parentsThe ones that are supposed to love her
I cannot hear your saddened cries.
Ribbons wide Ribbons red  Ribbons running 'cross the bed.   Ribbons long. Ribbons short. Ribbons reaching for your heart.   Ribbons old. Ribbons new.
You probably get many submittions with pity. From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has. But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.   GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
First I want to start off with “IM SORRY” I was angry, upset, devastated knowing that you were going through some serious shit that I didn’t have any control over.
I've never written a rap before
The days now pass with uncertainty The world keeps spinning
In life we're taught to be ourselves. As toddlers we're used to to hearing, "Oh, honey, you can be whatever you want to be." Now, it seems like those words were a plastered lie. Turning into young adults, we start to see the world's true colors.
The girl in the mirror says smile, But all I want is to cry? The girl in the mirror says life’s good, I say how when I am still at home? The girl in the mirror says everything is alright,
Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see?
Look in the mirror; What do you see? Is there a smiling face staring back at me? Don't lie; you don't deserve to smile For who have you helped, and what have you done We wake and forget why we are here
The voices, they whisper drink drink drink The addiction irresistible and you are unable to think You feel the guilt and shame You start playing the blame game
The hangdog drops, they plunge in pure For fifty feet or so at least, And plummet to their deaths insured As they themselves become decreased, Destruction thus secured.  
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
My mind is quickly racing. I can't slow down its pacing. I'm left here struggling, chasing.   My mind is never dead, Even when I lay down his head. I recall everything you ever said.  
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence  Oppression led the oppress to depression One gun can kill many sons  Teenage girls are confused, all bruised 
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I.  Or is it indifference that allows one to be different.  "Haters gnna hate!" 
Standing before you, An endangered soul. Mold with gold and once embodying the whole given. And now My Frail and lanky stature, stands before you  piercing every eye.
The Best By Derick Gentner I’m not the best Nor the greatest I try and I usually fail
  What explains the difference among differences? My mind troubled by the puzzle A maze in which chaos makes sense Differences more acceptable than others Lost, tumbled, shaken, and forgotten
We're all traveling down this road The road to our futures We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Oh no
Should I have hiden my desirable body  Because boys will be boys Should I have coated my body with clothes Because it was tempting, it was not his choice Should I of kept my guard up 
It's hard to write a poem,
When I looked up at the sky, I saw myself, I saw myself. We the youth are suppose To look for placement Among the stars. Among the sparkle. My tracks always left a sparkle. A blaze.
What makes me tick?  What doesn't!
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me  You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
I have so many thoughts in my head. I can’t speak them, I must keep them instead. I think thoughts that thunder in my brain; I stir them around as I wonder if I am sane.
A piece of meat cornered by beasts, lured into the trap, and now you're their feast. They don't kill you, but eat you alive. They like it better when you fight.
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight, Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right.   “Get an education!” they tell us every day, But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
What is life? Life is an adventure, a mystery, a gift it's a beautiful thing as it changes, and shifts. Life gives us things we don't understand she has no mercy, she's at times out of hand. That is life.
We shackle our Feet, With Vanity and Mirrors. That bring us to our knee's, While we fear and shake with tremors. We build our castle on the media and magazines we read everyday
It means something to go to college. Whether it be to get an education or gain respect. It means something. Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention. It means something.
  For nineteen years I have endured life on this Earth, Day in and day out I try to find my worth, Now it's time to take some responsibility,
Memories can be amazing and sometimes horrible. 
Yay your walking Yay you can shit on your own Yay you can do your ABC's Yay you can read Do you know how to do this math problem? Do you know every capital? Do you know every contenent?
Education is the topic of my conversation Obtaining it and using it are my motivation
I'm finding my way, through all the mean things people say.
A room teeming with ideas, Where objects litter the floor, Along my miraculous haven. Where find is to lose, And lose is to find, That is the way of the things in My Room.
There is something about you that keeps me going,
Calm. it's what the air does at night in the summer heat. The heat suffocates, yet there is some coolness in the humidity of things. Visually, nothing is seen, but one can feel the cool droplets in the humid air.   
Oh, How the Music Surrounds Me  by: Jeremy Applegate The outside birds lets their sweet voices play
Here is where we begin our tale Emerging from the ashes Let our wings kiss the sky To unify all the divisions
Everyone Dreams But I dream differently Everyone wants to achieve But I want it vividly Family is my motivation
They say to speak your mind...
Life's a beautiful thing     look at the sky and listen closely, you can hear the Angels sing
The electricity we use every day leave on the lights, you overpay what about the Earth  and its atmoshpere? All our cars spit up so much CO2 Emission and all our testing with nuclear fission.
I'm beautiful because I know it. im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it. I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
Silence Oh Silence, My hushed homeland hide-out a gem  rarely unearthed main supporter when all is wrong When all words fail Silence  
What society tells black women is a catastrophe, that we must dress half naked to be considered worthy, the diction that is used intertwines like a rapid growing grape vine around our mind, exploiting our inner thought
Beautiful is she who speaks. Not with words scribbled out, Or with the dance in her feet. It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
its a world hidden behind the appearance of intertwind shinanigans and crime i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme   see its not just fun and games to get their names 
Growing up- Broken- BeatenActing like nothings wrongCan't you see I'm crying- hurting?Acting out just to see your longface staring back at me.See that look in your eyesHow much you wish that
By every tick tock that passes is a chance to change our life By every tick tock that passes it determines where you’ll stand next We have the power to change our route We have the opportunity to go where we want
     Speak up, speak down, any direction, it just needs to get somewhere.
This girl she walks down the street she walks and walks wearing her dress and he jumps out jumps out and takes her takes all of her. This girl she sits on the couch
Night for dreaming. Day for living. Day and night teaming. However, dreaming at night seems misgiving.   At night, thoughts come wondering like I am lost. Like thinking of you is a crime.
Its been 20 long years A lot of cheers with some tears and other fears Life has been kind Though occasionally, I have been blind The world changed me As I changed with the world In anger, I have hurled
I am who i am so why shoud do ifeel the need to change? but i do, i do an it is truely lame.   i spend countless hours obsessin over small thngs, like:what about when summers over?
I saw the shapes and shadows of cars driving by and the golden brown grain of the exit door shining in the light.    I would've considered how heavy his weight was  I was entranced by the
I am technically free.Enslaved to no person, no one controls me,
You constantly bug me and ask me whats wrongNot knowing you were the problem all alongThis pain has turned my heart coldSo cold it has blackened my soul
One time I came home from a ni
One time I came home from a ni
Deception and dupery blended w
They were singing in the pagod
Christmas trees being cut down
The only sweater that I ever l
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high, When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night, Life surges through my soul, Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
Hope,  the love of my life Blinding me, watching me Waiting for me to fall so it can pick me up Like a mother eagle taking her young  She can only have one Unlike the bird, She cannot and will not die
As I lay on our bed  I thought of everything he did to me  everything I did to him  and how broken we were Holding on to frayed strings and the past’s happiness I knew that one day eventually
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans  trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,  And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,  I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,  does not match my mind.  
  I am searching for an inspiration Something to allow me to get into action
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
Darling, when did the blurry claims manipulated youto focus on distorted idea of perfection?You started noticing the smallest flaws
A clandestine poison. A toxin that's injected by choice. A choice that seeps deep into the blood stream-evicting the soul that I once loved.
Why is it that the female population is belittled with no repercussions? Why is it that women as sex symbols is usually the topic of discussion? We emphasize don't get raped as opposed to don't rape.
They say that it’s a ruse, a scheme,
How dare you look at me? Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be. How dare you laugh at me?
What are you thinking you silly little girl who are you trying to fool i replied
My summer love, with the passion of the sun's warm rays and by night you're a gentle breeze, giving ease to a busy day.
This sheltered kid doesn't know a lot of life's social basics, but as he grows through life, he learns that life gets its kicks out of the struggles we go through. In his youth his parents danced a strange dance of love,
As the night settles, it begins. Slyly, creeping deeper into my psyche Darkening, the rims of my thoughts. Slowly, swallowing my heart in captivity.   As the shadows crawl, the creaking floor boards
You go to school. You get good grades. You go to college. You graduate. You get a job. You get married. You have kids. You retire. You die. Guaranteed success.
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world.  Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform I wake up in the morning and look outside The sun's out. Does that mean I'll be good or-- Will the opposite occur?  Its time to go... I drive past homes and stores,
There is unanimity in the presence of Thought, Desire, And life.   There is universality in Love,   Pain, And shame.   A consistence of connection,
You tear me apart, you quiet, quiet heart
When you go to War, paint my face over your heart when you go out to battle so our enemy knows you have something worth living for --someone waiting at home for you. 
The Revolution Will not be Televised.  Hope will not be energized
Crime rates are rising. People are steady dying.  Nobody feels safe.
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
I've had a forestation of happiness plantedYears ago, but like every forest,It took a while to bloom.And to bask in the lightOn high leaves of pure joy.
I want to vanish into the sky.Let me be...The shadow that blends with the clouds. 
transportation vacation out side of reality within a box that encases me sound proof aloof in the space that embraces me
  They look like innocent birds,
These things really do happen. We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
“Better to Live”   A few years ago, I was at the top of the world. Friends all around me and a beautiful girl. But something went missing. I was losing my ground.
This is not a poem  Because I am not a poet A poet is a blacksmith who can craft my soul into words A line into something I feel A poet dips their pen into the inky darkness of the night sky
It’s the sound of my fingertips tapping against computer keys, the sound of the wheels in my mind turning, the sound of my soul churning out words that flow, prose into poetry,
Where has the time gone? Slipped away? Her hands seem so cold, So old, So far. She feels something Deeper. I know this to be true For I’ve seen the love In her eyes
Oh God, Is this a shout or a prayer? Why can't I be happy now? Why does it always have to be later?
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does To me........that just means I'm a little more to love Im just LIFESIZED See I go in public they look and they stare
The Human race is consistently being invaded by our imaginations of FEAR.
I sing of manipulation of old friends, for the replacment of new acquaintances. When you're taken for granted, when you're friendship has become a chore, a burden even.
"Don't Fail"Nat Delbecq, 2014   “Don’t fail.” Three words, two contracted
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
To speak one's mind: Original. Innovative. Thoughtful.   To speak one's mind against the hegemony: Terrifying. Dangerous. Amateur.   Up against millenia of hatred.
Carpe diem, Seize the day? What day can a man seize? If the next is guaranteed.  There is no day which you not see My teenage years that have tought me That tomorrow is just as great  As great can be.
There come a time in every man’s life Where he learns about who he is destined to be Some day he will take on a wife As he choose her and she choose he
   Bodies in the sand, tight skin, shining eyes, messy hair,taute lips  kissed by the sunsrise. New life, wet air, rapid breathes pumping blood wide steps,big dreams.wet cheeks a rushing flood.
Slowly spinning along Never missing a beat Life simple and uncomprehensive Never missing a beat Does as it is told Never missing a beat Yet as it grows old and worn It does miss a beat
She
She wants to be wantedShe needs to be needed
I am not sorry that I'm not a 36-24-36 But I do have a body size that leaves me with confidence I love my rich dark brown skin  And my dark brown eyes that shines from within
Geocentric? More like ethnocentric. America is the center of the world, right? The world that revolves around me. My world. Egocentric.
I am a work of art, I am a masterpiece, My curves are my definition, that is what defines me.   The shape of my nose,
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght. The truth is strength is measured within the mind. The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can. Who has survived the storm.
I want to learn from the atom,
Do not dry the ocean of my Love.
I've been told, "write what you know" But what if all you know is anger and anxiety and pain and drama and crying into your pillow because all of the available shoulders are occupied?
No such thing complexity is A state of mind in all its being Hope and fear gather here To try and give someone some more time   Those who weep because of the unknown
As I look at the doors around me,  I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops. Then I look to where the sound came from. I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.  
Dear Society,
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in The world is quiet, no distractions First, a few drops of prose Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
Have you listened lately? Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear. Selective hearing, I guess? My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
  I look at your face And my eyes shed a tear
Eyes are restless and heavy  As a brick on the chest cavity sits. My body feels nothing but pure hunger. A hunger for nothing but more slumber.   6:00 a.m Eyes are still restless and heavy 
you cannot go  anywhere without finding something that floods your veins   you cannot look at anyone without wondering if their family is dysfunctional
We tell ourselves lies, We blindfold ourselves to shield our own eyes. The hurt, the pain, We want it no more. Our own distractions will fill up our core. Hide all the books That cause us to feel.
people tend prey on the weak ones as much as they hate to confess.
You're shattered. You're broken. Not thinkin' anyone knows. You trudge on, resent all, for the pain from the stones they've thrown. But there's this secret I'm letting out. You didn't know I was here all throughout:
Rain Rain Never Go Away You are the only one that understands my pain When everyone shuts me out You open your clouds up and cry with me
Sometimes what I think about isn't too profound. Other times I can't sleep for hours because my brain will not shut down.
Our world is like the hands of the homeless, empty. There is no compassion or care amongst us anymore. Our hearts are empty,
Maybe I'm misunder
What is she?What is she?High Yellow? Or black?The mother looks at her child.The newborn looks back.Skin dark as charcoal,Light brown eyes,What a sight!
Forget Me Not *controversial*    Morning sickness brings the blues, Monthly cycle is overdue. She was drunk that night, Flinging morals in the wind,
I hate you ... for now but as much as I try to forget you I can't because I am you at least half and the more I try and suppress the simple memories of you
There's always a problem when applying for college - grabbing bits and coins and whatever you can salvage.   Thank goodness there's money for writing this poetry, because if it wasn't there
Only the unloved and unnatural hate... It is a house not a home That very same house that made my home the same
Smile
Why do people need The presence of a god To do what's right? Why can't they do The right thing Just for the sake of being good? Is someone really good If they only do good things
We tremble with failing fear We become blinded by the luciferous light;   Souls are devoured by the black night  Lives become lost in temptation;  
We tremble with failing fear We become blinded by the luciferous light;   Souls are devoured by the black night  Lives become lost in temptation;  
Would you rather be interesting or happy? This is what they teach me to think
there's a window in my room through it I see my neighbor and he's got an old dog and they read together on the porch and sometimes he cries which is odd, but okay   in the produce department
Darling, Theres a trick to every story: Read the ending so youre not disappointed. Keep your expectations set low But your head held high, Dont let them ever see you cry. Theyre not worth your tears
The rain is pure droplets of pain Of the fallen the weak the lame And those whom have failed. The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
It's hard to forget even harder to forgive. It's hard to forgive someone for hurting you, for inflicting pain on you, for making you shed a tear or two.   It's hard to move on, when you're stuck!
I'm about to spit you something lyrical Have you feeling spiritual Inspirational, sensational literacy I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you By attending college with my profound knowledge
I am a dreamer I wonder why things happen the way they do I hear the voices of the past I see the promises of the future
No matter how much we want to rebuke it, money is a big part of how we live. We need it to survive. We need it to live. We need it to persuade. Money has much power in this world,  And unfortunately,
I've been searching for a long   time For myself in the darkness  Searching for the right words to   chime  In order to feel that sweet   caress  The caress that is self discovery
9 Years. Nine years of life lived from a toilet bowl Watching myself fade into virtual nothingness While people praised my virtual body Pieced together from years of purging in toilet stalls.
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor You let me sleep with comfort. From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you, I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick irritating like when you get a prick kinda like getting hit by a brick Sometimes you want to let it go But hold on you might find a glow Walkin throug town you get a little down
I am beautiful But I don’t know if that’s what you think Because you don’t let that word Or anything like it come out of your mouth I am you lover by night Your friend in the morning
my younger sisternever allowed funto limit her imagination.at a mere five years old,she decided she wanted to become an ice cream truck driverat six,she wanted to save the world.seven,
18 and as lost as can be
They call me a gift That when I was born i saved their life That Nikolas has left  6 months after the tragedy That I was born with a responsibility That I should be a light   Here I am now,
You added the last bone to complete your skeleton of me
I cry at night only to wake up feeling sober
The girl lies on a cot -- The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes. With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body. Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
No one told you to see them No one asked you to stare No one cared you spent that moment Wishing they weren’t there   No one believes the scars are true
follow the link to my poem of what makes my mind tick!
Here is a link to my poem I want to add to this scholarship poetry slam! http://destinedtopreach.blogspot.com/2014/04/b-moonshine.html  enjoy!
"Erasure," It's a word that's been Thrown around lately Something That has unfortunately Been brought to my attention Because it is about me, It is me. I have been "erased"
cling for dear life so you feel comfortable smile with desire steal with entice snake movement beg for invite  and disease you hide up your sleave with open door policy
landing lights stomp ancestors awaken themselves on my hand, belongs the nail of a great-great grandmother on my face is an ancient beauty mark, belongs to a great-great-great grandfather
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
For all the girls standing in the line For the bathroom. For all the girls, Like myself. With a gaping black hole in the back of my throat Waiting for the next storm to come.
No offense to the good people but  You yank my hair, your weave ain't good enough? You speak chinese now, I bet learning it was real tough.
Can you hear any of the words I say? Are you able enough to understand? I told you no, so please remove your hands.
Monday through Friday, 8-5 "Young Lady," I hear "Shh, while they talk" Is my input not important?   "Young Lady," I hear "Listen to the men speak." Can I not speak as well?  
My homemade monster sleeps in my room, under my bed and in it and above it
they say that today is history an tomorrow is a mystery but i want you to be my scooby doo to shaggy an find out that mystery an solve it together.
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy    A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think   
What makes me tick to the point I feel sick? Not knowing the difference between "your" and "you're." Wow this poem will be quite a bore, Sure they sound the same.  And you think spelling them correctly can be lame,
Why should I even bother my time? Tap, tap, tap, tap! My fingers on the keyboard? I know I will not win this God damn poetry slam! I can bet the farm on some lucky bastard claiming the prize while I am left behind.
i walk down the street with my sunglasses on my headphones in thinking about one thing mostly but my head is racing   i hear the beat feel the heat  the wind blow on my feet
Why is it that mankind can never truly find happiness? It can be grasped for brief moments in time before it disappears once
Voices, so silenced by society. Forever reminded your words are nothing more than that, words.
Dancing on glass rivers Leaves your feet torn up, bloody to the point of no recognition And yet you won't stop. You can't stop.   The thrill is intoxicating
"I am not religious", I tell them. I'm just not. I am not rejecting religion. Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
There will be a day when you and I begin to rust and our youth fades into dust We'll go out like a flickering lightbulb on a dusty back porch
I think
I am a good person. Im telling myself that because I know I am a good person. Well, to be self-honest, to keep the truth before my tired eyes: maybe its just my appearance. My persona is often oppressed and affected by other personas.
Fun Things and Happy Things Can you really leave these behind? Even if you can, can you keep loving this place? Can you keep loving yourself? Sad things and frightening things You want to leave those behind.
The human mind is an endless chasm
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
  drown your regrets as you forget them for a while
I am the master of my fate I once said to all who hate The words they said are bad And once heard, can make me sad  
My demons Have your face now. Haunting my existence. Creeping into my dreams.             My nightmares. Keeping me awake Keeping me on edge. Keeping me your prisoner…
It’s like a cave: large and unknown, with the potential to hold a world of my own creation; and yet it remains empty,
Living in a world where theres much hurt nd resentment 
You hit  like a girl You throw like a girl You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
To some, everything comes naturally. Money, fame, is recieved upon birth. I am not one of those people. My parents are not famous, nor are they rich. We originate from Colombia, the land of Cocaine.
She painted with green tintEndless strokes on every canvasFocus detailed upon every lineEvoking emotions that are endlessShe painted with green tintbecause it was the color of his eyes,
When you meet an open person,
Did you he
To mourn death or celebrate life. We're always left with sullen strife. Life, the tunnel of consciousness. Death, the promising of mysteriousness.
Am I dreaming? Lord please tell me I am... cause with this image I' m seeing..this here before my eyes... I think I might be losing my mind.
SCREAMING BURDEN!
I work hard Everyday. Scrubbing the sticky floors, Taking out the rotten smelling garbage, Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.   I want more for myself.
I know you bouta sleep or are sleep , i just wanna say sorry. Im sorry for letting my anger get into me and push you away. Im sorry that i cant be positive and always let negativity get to me.
Sitting around the dinner table all gathered around Absolutely nothing in the world can bring me down Then I hear the sound of ice in her mouth crunch Suddenly I feel like giving someone a punch 
Broccoli Peanut Butter Won't my mother  be quiet Be right back gotta go help her She actually said never mind as i walked over. Typical. Whenever a person gets mad at another
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news? Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent  as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this? 
let me tell you our story well, I don’t know your story but I know mine and I want to tell you why I ran away     i know it’s been a year
Let it be known that I am a slut. I am the one who dares to touch those that I feel attraction to.
A word used to portray a person thinking or coming up with ideas, is now used to describe a girl who has some messed up ideals.
I inhale lately the oxygen is accompanied by a dart in my spine a prick in my mind
Look up at the sky
It’s the same problems every d
How can we forget, the endless times we cried because we were full of regret, We never meant to say the things we said, it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head, intentially no,
Is life a thing in which we are to do? Or instead something which we are to make? Alone are we to try to make things new? To try and walk this world so smooth no quake. Taught in school you will need this and that,
Through sufferance let your body yearn for commitment to abolish any obstacles that may have bolted your doors to succ
for my love is worth an eternety but the challenge is the hardest to overcome there is nothing that breaks through my barrier except for the magic of song   it lifts me up to walk annother mile
I am from the beach where the breeze relaxes your soul I am from a season of football dominating the television  I am from a house of  two younger sisters talking my ear off about dolls
Kept in confined cages, waiting out their days. A peeled radish in the nude, executed for a posh pelt; purely for the avarice of humans.   A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,
Young like a kid and wild like a forest i meet him and felt complete for seven hundred thirty days i felt alive and loved.welcomed we wasted time, long talks on the phone,
It thrilled me
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.  
Simplicity isn't always a bad thingIn the autumn I like to jump in leavesRun in the rain in the springIn the summer I can make sunteaFuck winterThe stars are what keeps me grounded
I miss you. A lot.   And right now everything inside of me Is much like a night sky in the city: Polluted with bright fixtures And neon lights that drown out
Deletion.  Every single one gone.  The memories are fading away.  No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought.  Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
You're FEELING too much You're way OVERsensitive This isn't JEN from the Block This is ME my own critic Nothing's set in STONE Till the day AFTER you deaded My will is stronger than EVER
              A Humorous Sonnet   Laughter is the reason that I live, The reason that I feel and think and breathe. For every laugh I get one laugh I give;
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write. I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light. Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers. It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
Words-words-words-words
What don't you get Why can't you see That there's nothing in this for me No matter how hard you shove me away No matter how much you plead and beg  I'm never going away
Have you ever felt goose bumps on your back , on your face , on the nape of your neck ? Have your words ever become so twisted that you wind up not having any words at all?
You belong in a home with locks on all the windows attached to a chair being spoon fed with therapy and pills that hold your sanity.You know all to well that your head is more of a prison than this cell.
The life we're living is so technologically driven Our eyes are glued Our minds subdued From staring at a screen With our heads down.   Our lives are controlled they tell us we need it
Some say memorizing the thoughts in your head Emotion to the pencil, and the tears that you bled to the lead Is easier than just writing a poem Certain situations set our mindsets out of this world
You shake and tremble And try not to cry out in fear As the masses begin to assemble With your fellow warriors near   So your nerves start to wane And a smile breaks across your face
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder if this storm is outside my window or inside of my chest because I miss the thunder of your breath against my neck and the way your  fingers pour into me
Old women sitting at the last booth on the left conversing about
On the Darkest Night I looked to the heavens. To plead with god and the spirits to take mercy. As I uttered my silent prayer a soft wind blew. I caressed my being, fueled my spirit,
In the dusk of dawn 
Picture-perfect moment was today. 
Endless happiness was today. 
Good -bye pain, good-bye Hurt was today. 
A moment derived from love.
You stare in the mirror. The white glow of the sun, peaks through the windows as if they are a spotlight, trying to spot out your flaws. You lift up your shirt, you see the crescents, hills,
Came unto us was a machine A device An aid The people say  
We all yearn for happiness
There are millions more like me, Falling down so fast; No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
You are not alone Same feeling, different situations
They do not see what I feel inside But they see the smile that I can not hide Day after day I please their needs  But I am never questioned about what I need What did I do
Initially I was a Marketing
  I am black and beautiful 
An unknown world filled with the same people as you and I,
  I have to admit That sometimes I’m "not all there" I’m a great actor Playing the part And choosing what to share   I wake up and decide what character to present
Society paints an image in a young girl's head. A contrived idea of perfection makes her wish she were dead. Society gives the boy false judgement, he believes the wrong is right
My mind is no clockwork. It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time. My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
I live with no sense of identityBlack-Female-Gay-They all represent meBut being stuck in a mundane placeGasping for air and spaceLeft with this double-sided face
You say I sho
*/ /*-->*/ Every morning, people stand in front of the mirror. Judging,
KNOWLEDGE If you know, you're on the edge of understanding for knowledge never ends but forever expanding the more you know the more it's demanded the more you demand it just know you can't cram it
I'm not nervous, I'm scared and worried that it all ends here I'm scared that all those dreams I've been dreaming are nothing but dreams Scared that the life I once feared living is now my future reality
I'm not nervous, I'm scared and worried that it all ends here I'm scared that all those dreams I've been dreaming are nothing but dreams Scared that the life I once feared living is now my future reality
I gaze in starry wonder Galaxies, stars, and dreams Beautiful hope for days to come Take hold my dreams One day I will fly One day I will soar and visit stars Remember those days?
There are so many different apples in the apple tree.
Worthless Numbers
You came to me, like a snowflake falling from the sky, drifting until you found your way. Your smile was like a fire, it sparked in me and made me want to ignite it everyday.
You pretended to be my friend. You victimized and oppressed. Don't you feel something in your heart that will enable you to stop? You may feel like you're on top of the world
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
Times almost up.
You know what really grinds my gears? Many things that I've witnessed over the years. Problems with society, old and new. Let me take a moment to share some with you.  
Here I stand, dumbfounded. Lost. Soiled in all the anger of the intelligence, I offered to my exhausted mind. Fried by the stresses of stepping up that ladder, I slip. I slip to the depths of bills.
Speak Your Mind Slam Sterling Klein
I feel so light with a heart full of love you are what I'm always thinking of
  This earth thirsts for something she cannot name And water cannot replace. Duty has dampened my dreams Until they are too heavy to carry And so I leave them in the mud
Sometimes I wonder;
Sometimes I wonder; Life doesn't make sense. Where am I going? It's all just nonsense.    Today I was looking For something to hold. There was nothing... Until I found something bold.
Like a thief in the nigh
Passing, yet dragging the time wares on my youth,
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
They say things happen for a reason but I don't believe'em.  Most of the time things just happen to happen,  You look to the future and it becomes your past. 
Her
There are moments in time when a sound hits your ear drums before your eyes reach the sight, and moments in time when your nostrils fill up a familiar fragrance before you catch sight of the body of which it lies upon.
Am I bothering you? Does the love that I have for my beautiful girlfriend, stiffen your heart? Does it make you shiver that the genuine love between us is very much real?
What gets me inspired? Damn, I don't really know. I guess this prompt has been eye opening, though. I'm just sitting here with some writer's block, If I ever do anything creative I'll go in to shock.
Decades of campaigning, Protesting, boycotting, and rioting, And still my pockets are too small, While their's can hold a small dog. Maybe even a large cat.
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart. But in that Heart of Darkness, You will find your sea and the light,
Do you want to see into my mind? There is no darkness there As you may think. The world around me dimming Trees shoot up from the ground All around Red, and golden leaves, and green
As my life passed me by,
I kind of hate staying up just with you. It's not like I have very much I could do. I sit here just waiting and thinking and such, but the longest I wait is the longest too much.  
Blue benches, concrete walls, and empty streets Empty skies, no stars....
Head down on her desk She tries her best but she always gets pushed to the edge Sleepless nights control her life Staying up because the insomnia is too hard to fight
You know what pisses me off? No smiles on your face Like my day isn't already bad enough Coworkers that do the least take your place and managers act tough    You know what pisses me off more?
I fear faults But only in myself Because there are certain qualities A person should not be So leaving me with dosages of empathy Paired with a default of submissiveness Leaves me with black eyes
What is my college education for 
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
"It’s fine, don’t worry about it." Are always the first words to come out, "It’s all in your head, you’ve got this." While wanting to spill your lunch on the floor. Hands shake and arms quake,
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist.
The grass grows ever greener but thyne eye stays wet with mois
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
Corruption and threats Empty promises Angry people Bargains Taxes War Politics
I am quietbecause were I to open my mouthand let out the sugardemonscrouching behind my teeth,they would make you cry.I am tiredbecause were I to stay awakefor an hour or so more
Note to self,
Some say it is the start of a new life,One full of adventure and mysteryMeeting new people, possibly your wife,With all that said, your past life is history.
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
The mind is a cognitive facility, actually, faciliites that enables — consciousness, perception, judgment, thinking and memory.
I'm talking, But you are not listening. I'm trying, but you don't care. My words are meaninful but you are oblivious. My words will change you. Why can't you see? All you need,
Do you remember when you were little.
Believed in what is not true, Faith is what it is, or is it? False is what I break, Truth is what I make, or do I? Destroy what I need, Create what I want, or do I?
For the Ones that Are Muted in Society For the Ones that Are Ridiculed for Their Differences For the Ones that Are Slammed for Their Opinions For the Ones that Are Voiceless  They Are Who I Speak For
We walk past, ignore, and don't even aknowlege the people on Earth viewed as peasent to most the look of fear in their eyes and destruction on their souls as they walk down the road they happen to call it home
Tick. Tock. See the clock.
For you I will Cook meat, watch T.V. Wait for you to come to me Hold my hand like this Talk to me like this Kiss me please For you I will Sing, dance, drink, Wait for you to be all mine
Money sucking leeches Greed is what it is all about Life sucking leeches Draining the middle class of all they have Game playing leeches Toying with the little man’s life placing him in poverty
I have a dad, but I don't have a fatherI am a child without a Father
Stand Up Wake up with that dreadul feeling.
  No matter the form, color, or shape. Love is not defined through all the red tape. Who are we to tell another who they can and cannot love?
   To my abuser: “You worthless piece of shit” The words echo into my brain, From a past I have repressed You thought you could squander my hopes, my dreams To the hurt, the pain,
You held me   You held me when I was strong You held me   You looked at my face and told me how beautiful my smile was
Most consider Africa the mot
The dark and lonely atmosphere filled the air
It isn't just the simple things That give my mind something to think. It's more complex to investigate And push your mind until it might break.   I think of depression and how it controls
I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's." Ignoring me as he turned to my brother. "Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
Lately I've felt the need to write,  But when it comes down to it all I can do is hold my pen tight.   My page is blank,  But my mind is full.  Maybe I can't write because I'm waist deep in the bull?
I've seen you and yet I haven't
WAR
  I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now   My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts   I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces  
i am my own women from my heart and my soul  i am my own women and dont need to be told  from the smile on my brown lips  to the curve of my thick hips  i am my own women  some people say that i am too big 
"You're an atheist?!" "You know you're going to hell right?" "I'll be praying for you." Yes. I'm an atheist. No that does not mean that I worship Satan, or I hate religion, or I hate God, or
My chapped lip is split 
When I was six, I would lift this rockthat lay between the swing set and the shedof the backyard behind the little condo off of Bear Hill Road.Underneath the stone were tiny little black spots
A young maid with an innocent stare Runs about her garden, here and there. She sings and she plays completely unaware Of the Black Rose and the Red Raven   Many milk-white doves sing in her garden
I live in a land where the flag speaks red A red that gives pride and shelter until my end Yet to my Friends  red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed Of their countries Living through the darkness of the dead
like the flower, so blooms inspiration. roses only grow from fertile clay... thoughts, from a fecund imagination.   insights spring from fruitful contemplation while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber an enchanted forest she longs to discover where mighty oaks give inspiration and leaves aid in rejuvination she need a place to breath in the summer.  
She's warm, bringing brightness at the end of each storm. Embracing morning with a kiss. Reborn.   She weeps. Tears like the dew roll and wash down her cheeks.
Placed by the window, the delicate bouquet sits pristine and untouched with petals like placid smiles and soft sissy hands, they settle dainty and benign in their sheltered vase.  
Let me describe them to you They are sticky sweet like mango juice And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple They drip sugary goodness all over my lips and fingers Like when you bite into a summertime watermelon
Golden are the leaves illuminated by sun.
you judge me, but your a fool. I smile, but you don't care. You cry, but I'm right beside you. I cry and you leave. I'm still me, but you see something different. I walk away and you don't follow.
She's a quiet girl Hiding behind a cloud Showing her true self to her closets friends She so different from others But when she shines She shines bright There are many who try to get a glimpse
Put down your pencil, And pay attention to your class, Not everyone is like you, They’re all just trying to pass,   You make think that they care, But they’re all laughing in their reclining chair,
The sky has turned grey, the world a state of decay. What is there left to do, when they all count on you? Save them from a god, who they think no longer cares? Bring them into the light of truth and disappoint them?
Who are you? I'm Kimberlyn -    The one who spent Every weekend, And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers At your house making memories.   The one that glistened Every Christmas
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends  We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Cap is honored blue Mother's love shining brightly The walk of prestige 
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet. She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
It was always either too hot or too cold in her troubled mind. And no amount of tossing or turning could ever tucker her out enough for her to tuck her self in, at night her mind was a race car that never ran out of gas,
The waning sun with a striking color,
"Wassup G, why you frontin'? Ain't we gon hit up your homeboy Jermaine today?" Laughter bubbles up from amongst my classmates as I try to emulate their ebonics
Every tear 
Oh struggle, my true friend and enemy Oh how you ruthlessly hurt and help us Oh my hated foe and valued ally Oh what a paradox you are thus     You give us both triumph and tragedy
I'm not like those other girls They wink and they giggle Because they want a guy Because they think that he will be there Complimenting, protecting, and never second guessing Well that isn't me
We are told that everything has a name. Everything has a specific function, place, and must be seen in that way. In that case is life a box?
I represent the political party that stands on behalf of the half naked Barbie. I represent the woman of the 21 century and this woman is everything, except for her dignity.
"Me"Free me, tempt me, I dare you to steal me;Sudden as the wind, let this heart mend.Treat me with your sweet kisses of embrace;
Without all the make-up and accessories This is me Without all the lights and glamorous things
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It doesn't matter come rain, snow, sleet, or hail. My fortress will withstand any weather. Made of the finest in protective materials, My fortress cannot be bothered.   Some days that material is ice,
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
It's always a good time for a drink.       Drank            Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
  I hate that my intelligence is measured by a test, One single exam. For a long time I have hidden my scores, Not because they were bad but, Because they were average.   Average  
Mourning   The world is better without her She is silent As she should be   She was a mistake Rejected by God Asking her purpose  
His hair was sand paper and his skin was light colored leather and his face was a canyon and his eyes were small black beads and his mouth was a desert. His laugh was a snickering hyena
From asylum to asylum I never seem to change, Whether it is a shotgun to my head, Or to that bully from fifth grade, I am a pressure cooker full of rage.   No longer, No more, My trust in you is gone,
What is Beauty ? Is beauty something we have on the outside  or something deep within Is it a woman with curves  Or a model that is stick thin  What is Beauty ? Is it a woman with the bluest eyes 
Do not tell me how to think,               And try to tame the thoughts that run like wild horses              Because you want them to plod along like machines Do not tell me what thoughts to have
As each girl takes her first inhalation, She becomes a host to the cycle of corruption. And it starts as society's thoughts creep into her ears,
Life never granted me wings but It told me that I could glide on a single whisp of wind.   I breathe in promises of my potential. I settle down in a nest of  sparkling lies.  
I believe everything happens for a reason And you never know what that reason is Until it hits you unexpectedly
They say they are so proud of you They say you are the best of them Yet when it gets down to it It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
Happy Birthday! You are born Happy Graduation! You are an adult Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, Senior year of college...gone $20,000 debt...not terrible, not great 22 years old going for a doctorate
If i had one wish, i think that wouldn't be enough
With a shimmy and a shake,
It's hard to believe in something, That seems impossible in your eyes. But when you stop believing,
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void. 
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void. But,  Hope can be created,
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
" It's my pain, it's my power. Pens flows and the words shower. My lyrics represent time, poems are my hours. Pages are my hourglass, excellence is what I am for, greatness is my current path.
in a constant battle never left alone... someone is behind me but there is nothing there my mind plays tricks on me and i only get worse I scream and bash around ever wondered....
   In the midst of the Sherman & 12th man unbecoming backlash, I wrote this piece on a sunny Seattle afternoon.  
I don't like it. Not at all, I don't appreciate this. This immense hatred, and dislike. That is all towards me. Why? I must ask why... Why am I the target, of all, Your hatred?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About what I want with my life. What ending. About myself as an older woman. Scared of my own reflection.
My mind gives birth to many thoughts...
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
Remember when I made her smile? Lips parted like you haven’t seen for some time. Those thoughts The ones that plagued her mind.   Those that caused her to pick up the yellow bottle. Empty it.
I feel trapped inside of my own body.
A pretense or simulation, Of my future life to come, Left within these worksheets, And textbooks, of some, Is life beyond this testing? From where do these thoughts come?  
oh, numb world! hear me cry appreciate the rarity in the smile of a little girl   oh, numb world! love your brothers do not forget that we are all connected and that we can all lift each other
Before you are goneBefore this world swallows us and leaves us all for deadI feel tortured hands holding my jaw bone shut.And,
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
I told you that you took everything from me. I said "take it, I trust you. Here you go, it's yours." I threw it at you with hope, trust, and love in my eyes and in my spirit.
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
    Sitting in an empty room, I remember love: In these quiet moments I think of your soul
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant Who told Lisa who told Bria… That you thought I wasn’t a lady? Why though? Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
People say whatever will be will be . Then let it be that , that women can see.
In the tub, she sat back in the water no bubbles and no towel... with a blade on the edge in a calm manner/style water still...her hair flowing in the water..
The author said,    “It’s hard I know    But if you write    And show them your true side    They’ll know that their actions aren’t right.”It’s not that simple.I am sixteen, dependent, and in Texas.
Crazy,
  My coworkers all have insomnia They don't remember what it’s like to dream   I think they despise my struggle To keep both feet in reality   One stands next to me
How shall I describe thee? A Little More Than Kin A Little Less Than Kind? A viper turned Cobra with the murder of a brother?
I wish that I could sleep, I wish I couldn’t see, All the things that we could be. I wish that I could breathe, I wish that it was we, But it’s you plus her, not me.
Father slapped me across the face When I asked him Why he was never home Anymore.
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
To the cruel and the heartless, you know who you are. Don't try to turn your head, you don't have a heart.  You may not know me, at least not well.  But don't you worry, because soon you will.
I am a teacher, a nurse, I am a caregiver, I am who I am. I am a singer but not a dancer, I am a driver, a maid, I am a conselor and a cook. I am a correctional officer, I am a fixer, I am a provider. I am who I am.
The halls of lifeMy halls are dark
What makes us the way we are? The things we wear? The people we hang out with? The things we like? Or is it simply the things we do, say, or the way we act? I believe that the world has a way of shaping us all.
I thought I was sad when I found out Santa Claus wasn’t real, Dark emotions I did feel. When Snape killed Albus Dumbledore,
What is time? I've never understood. It's how we measure our lives, but i'm not sure that we should.   We don't expect to live, but yet, we breathe. We continue to stay here and Be.
I feel as if we are a family of trees with no water Slowly dying from being so dry and broken down When is the sky going to be bright and yet full of darkness for a shower to bat us?
I write to free my mind To suprise myself with what I find It gives me wings So I may escape and be alone on the sea   I write to free my heart From those who tore it apart It gives me shelter
Brighten my day and bring color into my life All I see is black and white and I need you here to be my light Color my day with your vibrant joy and bring a smile to my lips
I've followed orders Basically all my life I made sure to not cry in public, or even make a scene I would bow my head politely, when it was needed They say they would never stop me
Sometimes I sit up at night I can't help but to dwell on all of the things wrong with me i'm lonely most nights I try to figure out why i'm alone
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY  DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
pretty African girl, why do you cry? why do those tear drops fall from thy eye? do you not see or do you not know the beauty that only you could show pretty African girl why do you fret?
For all we know, we could have died years ago.  Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.  For all we know, life is one big dream.
I want to be heard, but I don't want to talk
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:  
  That cigarette of yours burned your mind.
You should know bullying hurts It starts with one word, one word you blurt Fat ugly, thot These are the words they hear. Did you know you're their biggest fear?
As my Brother wash the dishes  i wonder if my mother should be sleeping. My Father told me to cut the grass. i never seen me cut it before.   My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.
   My eyes are stars
I love to read i loved to read before I understood the things I read and this urge for books and quills had led me to the library The time for sitting in the far corner 
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
Ever since I was a child, I was always considered mild Couldn't I misbehave like the others? They had so much fun Even though all they did was run But I think I'll be good and sit by the mothers  
This one's for the kids that don't have moms. This one's for the kids that don't have dads. This one's for the kids that have social anxiety. This one's for the kids that suffer addiction.
When I open my mouth,
When I open my mouth, feelings and moods and tears flow out but nothing is ever heard. I choose to stay quiet the background shading me out as a blur of unnecessary. When I write,
The things that push me over the edge.  When my day starts and I have no clean clothes to wear.  When I walk down stairs and no one is there. The house is silent and empty.
I had a dream about you last night
  I am tired of this façade Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity.  Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
            Panic. Terror. Staccato breaths. It is strong. Merciless, yet intangible. Clouding all rationality, engraved with anger. All too well, it is the essence of an inner demon - lurking inside of us. Consuming our minds.
Tell me how could real eyes realize real lies, when you're the one who's always walking blind? You wak with yor head held high in t sk wth such pride, and have the nerve to say that you're "the realest man alive."
it's early.  my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
I was only 15, young and scared.  I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I let a lot of people down.  What was I to do? I couldn't tell no one, yet I was forced.  Rumors will soon start, people would soon talk.
I say God bless you God bless me God bless us God bless any living soul But they say God bless America Why not bless the world as a whole
Ears react wide at the sound of this word from a White face, We condemn it and protest, yet we claim this within our race. We lay the tomes that tell stories of fights for our progress,
Piano music Cigarette smoke swirling onto the ceiling tiles Top shelf liquor in a mohagony cupboard A lonely man on a barstool A pearl smile A wink Two lonely hearts deep in conversation
I love Tokyo so much As a child I would watch anime. Pretend that I was a marital artist living in the Hot Springs. Tokyo is where my dreams were born  My imagination and my love for adventure began.
If I could live free
Oportunity Presents itself Carrying out its purpose in its own way. Carefully unraveling its plot with an almost swift caress. Possessing such prospect sailing forth to establishmen.
Life is filled with pain Life is filled with sorrows Bottled up anger As it goes deeper and deeper It's too much to keep Tears shed everyday All the nasty commemnts i hear
Y generation are you really proud? Our principles and priorities do nothing but bring us down. We constantly talk about getting respect yet we don't even respect ourselves. Turn on the tv or unlock your phone and what do you see?
In wake of Helios' ascent, waves sing of delicate advent, of birth, of growth, of what is true; all along I am singing too.   When he climbs to the soaring crest,
Give appra
My braids
Stories are confined within the pages Even rows, even shelves, always in order   Bookcases trap adventures in cages Quiet prison will have no disorder But reading releases the printed word  
Darkness silence meditation breathing Thoughts Solitary confinement: tool for torture Original intention: tool for truth Darkness and silence secretive warfare: migrating tribes
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.
When she walks she feels the stares  Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare Jealous girls Hormone raging boys Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
"What...makes me tick?hmmmm"   "The word. The beat. the sound. the rhythm.  The feel. The drive. The pain. The smile. Specifically your smile The start. The end. The music in my head. 
While we tore our life,
Sometimes I swear I'm disappearing. "Little _, so happy and nice"
I dream of a day with a sun that shines bright but without heat. I dream of a night that is full of light and lots of stars. I dream of tall trees that never end and can be reached.
Everyone knew she was Diffrent. Her face, her voice even her moves said it all. She was marked. But by what exactly? She was a dreamer. A warrior. A girl....
    My Dad Is A Gun   No one wants to touch him Afraid he will go off at any time
Today I am like water, Thoughts thawing and melting like a rapid stream; no time to Think, only push forward to my future and maybe, Just maybe by midday slow down to the pace Of a babbling brook… A few pensive
I can't tell you to stay by my sude forever,Because I know that my actions will seperate us one day.Baby, my darling.I love you.
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird; Constantly fluttering delicate wings- Not flying, but floating softly unheard, Taking what you please from what nature brings.
She looked like she was in her mid forties.Had a blue shirt on that was big on her with ripped jeans that fitted right and a smile that was contagious.She handed to me her most valuable possesion.
  i found myself lost in a world of memory. glimpses weren't enough anymore.      i needed it back.     i need it now. i lost myself in a world of pain. i found my memories.
She saw him,And it was like her books of dreams opened.He was everything she had been waiting for her whole life.She was just a few steps away from a new life,an opportunity given.
There is a place called Home.It's cozy,reassuring and warm.It's full of promises and hope.In every corner there is always a beautiful surprise.
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
My life is like a track meet  And my mind is the team So many different parts  Working at different events
I stand alone in a crowded hall My hands clenched tightly together, I breathe in to calm my nerves I open my mouth to speak your name but I can't make the words fall
When our species is summoned  Brought from the unknown Where in is one's spirit shown? It is hidden deeply within only obviously felt when  you feel it radiating remembering where
 r                                                                   i    e                                                             n       p                                                       s
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
What Makes Me Tick   The sound of scratching, On a chalkboard. Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
To tell you the truth,
so many things i could call you but none capture what you are to me i talk to you daily read your love letters and fall willingly deeper into you for didn’t you say if i delight myself in you
I always thought Father Brown a necrophiliac. When I was an acolyte, I saw him perform funerals where he looked at the dead women  the same as he did my deceased grandmother. His green eyes overlooked her simple
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see. Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?  A person who hears people's needs. But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light. In a blinding sheet of darkness. You ignore and try to forget.
I used to think that your incompetence was amusing and that it brought out your inner beauty and set us apart from every other race.
I am a musician.
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,
Leaves fall from a Tree, Landing on the lifeless Earth, Life leaves its Branches.
My heart grows weak from the pain and the suffering of this cold hearted world i sit back and wonder why
What gives you the right To try and claim my body My body is my own It’s not here for you to  Press and knead Jab and paw at Claw and sink Your fingers into 
November 30, 2013   Autumn Leaves   These autumn leaves ride the golden breeze So warm and inviting This city hasn’t felt a night like this in lifetimes
   If I Could Fly   If I could fly, I’d fly to you If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue, And darkness too I would travel the globe, And bring back trinkets and doodads, With pictures of beyond
Bondage   The sea stops my inmost being Creatures to search the corners Breaking free from bondage What makes us bound? Hold us from chaos, Yielding to the dangers of the world
    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?"  
Dear friends, dear friends,
With a needle jabbed through her mouth
You ask me why, as if you don't approve                    and so I tell you I'm going to college I need a change A fresh start New beginnings I don't want to stay here forever  
If shadows could write diaries,and Mirrors were the pen,Imagine the stories that would flow?  
“Thump, Thump”. I heard a heart beat not too far away.
I. I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt without having to google it first, if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain and enter into the uncertainties of my life
Everyday I eat your flesh I dress in your skin I see you cry for help But you are just an object You satisfy my thirst   I ignore your suffering The way you are treated You are not human
It pains me to see that all these people won't believe that life is not as easy as it seems in my generation all people want to do is party and drugs but happend to aspiration and dreams 
Close your eyes, Go to sleep,                 Dream of us- As deep drums                 Mark the beginning.   Ravenous human shadows Singing brutal blood-stained
Help me go to college so i can expand my knowledge.
I've been dragged on this leash far too long; the skin on my feet is wearing. I'm taking back the key to my life, it was never rightfully yours. Only this time I won't return;
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
I am be older but not much wiser I thought myself in love one too many times And though i have learned somethings over the years i hate to say i am not wiser I have no clue what my future holds
I love you… I. Love. You. Just three simple words… Three words that mean everything. Three beautiful words that mean so much there is no other way to say the emotion and feeling that comes from expressing it.
wake up apply make up Doll up smile speak when spoken to Speak out of term get yelled at princess is broken 
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows, Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers I almost suffocated.  
Can you ever hope to understand? What is in my mind? And who I am? Ever I tried to convey my thoughts and convictions. But they get lost in translation amongst poor dereliction.
I don't know what got me in this position.
The bliss, the calm, the peace of ocean waves. I walk along the beach of salty smells,
First Kiss.First Love.That is what you represented to me.But your love was harsh and fake and mean,It torn me apart.Fist love, first heartbreak ,that's what you are.
He was too damn youngTyrone or John rather shoot than talkDont care whos shoes to walk But
What makes someone pretty? Size 12 or size two,  What would make me pretty to you? Show more cleavage or even more cheek? What is so unnatractive about me? Because I am such a prude?
Nine months. I carried you for nine long months. All the crying, all the screaming. All the second guessing. Nine months. So afraid, and so naive. What was I supposed to do? Month 1.
  Darkness creeps. The depression is what the medically educated call it. I call it darkness. Every day it finds me. Good days. Bad days.  It always finds me. I cannot escape it,
Silence is golden, it’s perfect Silence is what you’ve come to expect. You expect to have nothing heard. The silence, keeping back all the minds thoughts classified as absurd.
Everything that is truly powerful is free. Love, Imagination, Creativity, Religion, Free Will, Hope, Faith. Faith does not entail religion faith entails believeing in that you do not see.
Momma told me nobody would understand me... I remember on day in the black light momma told me to old on tight...
Daughter left behind, though her semblance seems strong, she yearns to loved.
If
If I asked you a question,             would you always tell me the truth? If I told you to run, would you never look back? If I held you up,             would you trust me enough?
"I have a dream" a wise man once said, where everyone is created equal But how is it that dreams could come with a price tag that's deceitful? They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
I’m thinking of a place God, help me get there I want to reach it What does it feel like? I’m running in a race
Why do people say that trees are so different than us? We're both living organisms, We both reproduce. It's not just the scientific aspects either, There's many physical likenesses between us.
I feel like I'm messing up.If I'm not following my dreams,Or following my heart,Then I'm wasting my time right?I'm wasting my time.And its like lies slipping through lips,
We are not invincible, Bones break Like glass shatters We are young Hearts burst open thousands a day We are human Quite the antonym Of perfection
A soft breeze floats across the sea, The spray of sun beneath the trees. Summer dreams. The sand caressing my two feet, Your warmth so soft and lingering, Fluttering.
Walking past hundreds of people
Loyalty is all I know Forgiveness is the meaning of my life Unconditional love is seen in my eyes. Yet you hurt me. Hit me. Cage me. And for what? Am I not supposed to be man’s best friend?
A girl is not "bossy"  When she stands alone Speaking to her peers On what tasks are due. She is a leader.   A girl is not "annoying" When she tries To beat male peers 
In my Good-Morrow Education is more than an investment Only carried out for self-preservation. Education is the national hobby In my Good-Morrow.   Why is education so valuable to me?
Everyone has dreams. 
Overly concerned with imperfections, I couldn't bear my own reflection. I was slowly coming apart at the seams. I was struggling with low self-esteem.   As I ponder and start to recall,
The sane go insane Trying to explain The mundane in plain language. It's the bane of their existence And this is under the reign of first world pain And suffering.
Rumor has it Im a mess Disorganized, depressed Im a lost cause A failure at best. Rumor has it He was ruining me He danced across the pavement where my heart had smashed so violently
We steal each other's breath as if it's all we need to live. Our mouth's so close that when we breath in we are just sucking air from the other. A seemingly pointless cycle of C02.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...  
Music Is Not Just My Best Friend But More Like A Family Member  Till The End Speaking To My Soul So Tender We Are Inseparable Like Peanut Butter And Jelly Our Relationship Is Unstoppable
Three years, stuck. I can't fathom why I thought it was luck, because three years ago I thought it was love.   From the first day, I knew you weren't going away.
Don’t cry, it will only hurt more.   He just wanted to study I heard the rumors in college I never thought it would happen to me He liked me. No. Not me.
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
And if I could've seen where the exits were, I would have ran for them
My mind is a battle field. There is a war inside of my head.
Tick.  Nick. What makes me tick. 
Can I make everything rewind Back in time When everything was once fine And make all of these new thoughts collapse? I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
I'm not a poet
My Mind..... My mind is simply a tool of expression A tool that can not be manufactured or artificially made A tool that is similar to everyone elses but different in its abilities
You stand so tall So sleek
I was haunted Not by a ghost
Grief is a war.
Lying here dreaming of you holding you is what I long for Caressing your skin, soft and delicate
Inside my head, I mean a little more. Inside my head, Personality is at war. I dream to be outgoing,  Both pretty and sweet Everyone wants to be my friend When I'm inside my head.
Bottled up inside Are words I've chosen not to say The feelings I hide Till this very day   You can see it in my eyes  Read between the lines Bottled up inside are secrets and lies
They tried to save you You held on too You fought for a year Most people don't last But you fought for your family Soon it seemed it was over They believed they won the war
Two hits in the face, a blow to the head, and down I fall It's not over and I know that but your body is saying otherwise I get back up, slowly but surely not knowing how many more punches I can take
So many words have come from my fingertips;
Your sterotypes are almost correct, Though not quite precise Here Let me tell you about Fried Chicken, Because it takes more to get it right. You need salt and pepper Seasoning salt…
Someone once asked me "What's so great about animation?" "It's what sets me free" I reply Though often shy The stories show a fake reality While relating to our morality
WHY? Why do we ask WHY? Whom do we ask WHY? Who do I go to, In times of despair and when all hope is gone? Why do we express ourselves, even when we know, there is someone waiting to
 Don't put me last in your list When I put you first in mine Got me feeling like the caboose When I know I should be first in line.
Right before I sleep,
You treat water better than your own blood.I might as well be mudAm I a disappointment to you?I don't feel our relationship is trueBirth certificate says your my motherBut seems like your just another
Got one that will doing anything for meGot one that's confusingGot one that I'll do anything forGot one that I adoreGot one that's feistyGot one that will fight for meGot one that's a ride or die
Is it because I don't have the jaysIs it because I don't get laidIs it because I don't party all the timeIs it because I rather chill and write down these rhymesIs it because I don't smoke weed
I'm only there for your sorrowThings different when you happy and I have to swallow .... My emotionsThe devotion I give to youHow can I tell if you're trueDamn I know you got a booBut.....What about me?
Does it bring joy to your eyes when you see tears in mine? How good does it feel to know that you make your on daughter ill? Your the person who birth me. But I would choose differently if it was up to me.
One split second That’s how long it took For me to receive that phone call For you to get hurt And for me to be left feeling helpless I kept replaying two thoughts in my head over and over again
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows, of assorted roses, a dandelion grows. pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides, waiting with patience for somone to find
I sit in the rain because when it rains you can't see the tears streaming from my eyes down my face you can't even see the sadness in my eyes and all t
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,
Life is a clock in so many ways To live through time, and count all your days My daddy always told me,  "honey, time is forever." Buy I never thought anything of it, But never say never
We focus too much on things that do not matter. A meaningless focus equates to a meaningless result
The girl and the woman 
In the midst of it all: Part 2   In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days My mind can’t help but wander your way Anything could happen at anytime
I cannot act, I cannot sing But allow me to tell you what I bring An artful imagery similar to that of a painting Without the brush, no rush
To have a forgotten dream, it's like to have forgotten your way,
Oh, Jazz, I won’t submit to your past form: You swing the eighths in many bluesy tunes, The awkward rhythm pains me to perform. An art that has seen quite a many moon,
Scarlet (Someone Care Allowing Reality Lets Evidence tell nothing but her Truth),
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
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
Another cut, Another bruise its all the same  Another pill, Another drink they all run together Another skipped meal, Another voice and you can't escape Another knot, Another bullet
With the world on her mind and hole in her chest, she is falling. The weight she carries quickens her decent into the murky depths of confusion Every thought, every action, has left her alone and lost.
It’s funny how ignorance S e e p s through brains Like there’s no other option but hate.   Like it matters what gender Brenda was, Or who Sally decides to date.   It’s sickening how
When the lights fade you're left with this unsettling heartache all alone and afraid and no one to hear you're cries....   The darkness swallows you're soul 'til nothing remains
You're my light in the darkness of the world I live in,  The beacon of my undeserving salvation.  Guiding me to fight the demons that reside within, My shield against this evil nation. 
A heart can rest When safely here.
Love is a game with rules unknown
Questions fill my subconcious with grass  The rain is answers that you can't learn in class. Open-mindedness is the stream
A love is something that should cause no tears I had my share of hopeless sighs and yet I'm free of care without a cause to fear
My life has not been the smoothest of roads,
There is this little patch of sunlight Next to the place of which I sit. It blesses my hope of what might One day come to visit it.   Black cloth upon tan skin, Brown coloring the depths of this soul,
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  
In the grey bustling city, A yellow taxi drives past the big “M” of McDonald’s, Catching the aroma of hamburgers and French fries in its tailwind
​Off to college they said to go! Disgusing the ridiculous cost, though.
Yes I did it, now it's time to go and get my recognition, 
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you,   You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Why are people so mean and cruel,
Sometimes we find our mind pausing as we walk  We look around, observe and realize what this world is really about Secretly observing people as we walk, studying their every move
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares   I'm your puppet darling   Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES.   They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
When you were in preschool you learned how to write your name
A bowl of ramen noodles nestled in the folds of oversized sweaters. Burning skin under clothing, welcomed heat. Fingertips have forgotten What warmth is. Toes are forever numb
On the waves 1. Dank..Dark..Moldy..Crampt... Squeezed together like cigars in a box they lie, Rocking, and roiling. Sweat beads and is stolen by another dry body. Square light enters into this hell of sorts.
Feet in the soft sand
My English teacher once asked,
My mother is the first women I ever loved She is my gift from above My mother love gives a special gift  which bring a special lift  A mother love is more precious than gold
You were my first love Before I understood what love can do to you Before I understood what love is I loved you as a child And I thought I always would Everyone told me I should
I hear whispers in the shadows, I hear voices in the breeze. But the scariest things of all, Are the screams among the trees.   I feel shivers through my veins, When I hear that dreadful cry.
I am raw. I am unseasoned and unripe and still spinning the strands of my cocoon. I am transparent.
I am studying, Can’t you see? Why must you hum? You are not a bee.   Pick up your own mess! I am not your mother! Want a sandwich? Consult your brother.  
Remember when kids used to play with Barbie and action figures or sit in the
I don't mean to do what I do. Sometimes when I write, my heart just takes the lead and I follow the way as my pen glides across the page.
What did I do to deserve this? In what way does me coming to school each day- frustrate you? You know, I used to love coming to school. Love coming to school to learn and make my parents proud. But as you abuse me, I lose myself.
Some think poetry is boring or a waste. I don't waste ink just to pass the time. I write because poetry is where I can find myself. It's amazing how you can find out so many things about yourself just by using a pen and paper.
Why is so hard to educate yourself.
Inner qualities going unseen By the masses Not online but personally Being relatable and yet a mystery Both outspoken Yet we can't hear her breathe But we can see passion burn If not only inside
The world that surrounds us is full of slogans like
      
The heavenly tide unleashes its spacial dreamscape A subconscious form of icy crystal Translucent near spectral appearance Manifesting a physical form gentle to the touch
Lady Language- a beauty I absolutely adore.
Dear, (Fill In the Blank), I decided the “check the box that applies to you” on the form, was not for me. So I’m writing over the boxes. I filled out my address, my name, typed in the codes,
Why is it called Feminist when it is in favor of both genders?   it should be called  humanist or equalist.   Are there male feminist? Would they be called Manimist?  
They say laughing is free medicine and we all use it   but why do we laugh at others when they fall trip make mistakes when we all have been through it  
What are you here for? I know you're being supplied a check at the end of the month, but who will have supplied my knowledge at the end of this period? I stare at the same clock everyday for 50 minutes. 
    My generation is full of ignorance and non-sense. Am i really apart of this? Our vocabulary is ful
All students need an education.
Oh, the things I've done, Working before dawn, midnight doubles for fun, College is helpless when you're an immigrant's son.   Oh, the things I've done, License expired so the bus is a must,
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks  My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
To speak my mind is no simple task But allow me to take you behind my mask Thoughts flow through  me  just like the  Nile  Some days it feels like it goes  for miles To keep up with my feet up is no simple feat
Does he know? Or would he rather not think of it? I wish I hadn't loved so hard. Maybe the level of pain wouldn't be so deep rooted. HE KNOWS. Doesn't he?
It would never happen here.These four walls, yes, they are fortressWith glistening steeples all within clean, no, pristine.A supernatural worldWith perfect peoplewith painted on smiles and perfect lives.
      We got a lot of hate and
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
I’ve spent my whole life waiting every morning, evening, and night. I wait and wait and wait for something, anything. I wait for some spark to happen.
As I stare at that child in someones arms I begin to wonder
13
She knew when she was 13
Maybe it was the small smile
I want to tap my red high heels and go somewhere
Why does the worst things happen to some if the best people
God he was the fear in my dream The hatred I didn't want to feel Tears I didn't want to let go Sadness that shouldn't be buried deep inside I just wanted it simple Wanted a loving touch
They say life is what you make it… All you gotta do is fake it til you make it… You know? It’s better to give than to take it, But see, This life is a recipe and it only comes out how we make it,
Footprints                                                                                                                                                                                             
Babump!
Crazy, demented, psychotic, deranged words to describe the worst, the un-contained.  You ask what makes me tick?  well its the opposite, what keeps me sane. The orderly, the structure,
I have a dream To do everything I always wanted A dream of greatness A dream to become who I want to be
I sat up
Think of the words Think of the scenarios All the ways this can go Words so heavy they become my cross Let out those words Maybe they’ll really help Maybe they’ll carry your burden
I still dont understand why exactly you did it. I still hear something different from both of you each time. I still want to pretend that none of this happened. I still want to pretend like none of it was real.
I was walking through school during lunch one day when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying "I just don't understand it," and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
I used to think she was selfish People are starving and she rejects food? Food that is offered to her Is body image that important to her? It never was before, so why an obsession now? I never understood her
Unable to socialize had a hard time fitting in Never seem to get noticed even by smallest living thing. Used to look in the mirror and study myself hard asking painful questions I later regret.
confident yet insecure
Abandonment hunger pain love acceptance attention childishness trust contentedness hope   Struggle of saying goodbye Not able to protect them It is our privilege to bless
The world is an open book.
I've made goals I've worked hard
Love is like a waterfall in spring time,
The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into They search for meaning in the midst of it all  Life is still a blur  I carry the shackles that forbid me  That restrict me 
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams, You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers, I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
I am a chameleon The colorful pariah Blending in so perfectly To painted walls behind us Oh, how can I know myself? When I'm never the same No anchor set no place my home Of business and whimsy
My mind is a scary place to be Odd thoughts and points of view that many will never get the chance to see I often must stop myself from opening my mouth And let all my thinkings come spewing out
The feeling I got that night I thought that you were just right Things were said and done That I just feel into your trap It was nice while it lasted But, its obvious that things all blasted
There is no place more lonely than being in a big crowd... by yourself.
She knows where they are hidden But, says "You got to be kidden!" The color of red Comes pouring out as she is laying in bed. She gets relieve from the pain But, tends to go insane.
When someone says thank you That look of relief, These are the things that I think are neat.   The twelve hour nights The patients that fight, These are the things that make me sigh.  
  MY NAME IS LJ   I’m at the grocery store.  I’m out to lunch. I’m at the gym. I’m at work. I’m at a bar. By myself. With my four-year-old cousin. With my friends.
There’s three of us, She’s alone and I'm taking her attention. He feels pressured, But that's not my intention.   Alone in a windowless room
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life". "Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
When I close the door to my mind I see a million things swarming about, An army of bees all with dfferent tasks at hand, I feel they're just as confused as I am, We attack a situaton and conquore with resoultion always,
Wishing to be a wizard of wild writ; wandering the world for perfect words
What is 'here'? The word I mean Here There? 'Here' -What does it mean?   Is it the physical manifestation of self? Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
  It was an instant goodbye I began to cry I lost a friend  Oh Dear God, why?  
“English Major” Just a mouthful of syllables Only a small bite that their teeth grind to dust Which they pour down my throat with a disapproving smirk To them, it gushes with the bitter taste of a prison sentence
Endless, vast, inconceivable and always right there, What my mind can grasp, can create, or bring to bear. I see worlds, possibilities, that could never exist, Yet somehow they do, I live in them, in dreams and stories.
Shout it out
  My mind speaks on transition, Life’s next steps no matter how big or small I day dream in awe of the possibilities of my unborn realities. 
Dear Ladies,
Words long lay dormant And out of reach, Like shells washed up On a barren shore They gave the turbulen expanse A settled beauty, But the waves left Nothing free.  
Forever. Forever is so distant, It is so near that it goes nearly unseen. It is a question, something perhaps unwanting to be. Forever is so wide, details I am utterly unable to glean.  
I pledge allegiance to the flag and all societal standards, and to a nation for which I stand forever under the man 
I wake up from your dreams, and Icould not stop thinking about you…It was still midnight, and, after all,I had just slept for only an hour…I get out of my bed, and face the mirror, and O
"Speak Your Mind" my mind doesn't think in words nor does it have a voice yet it tells me things stories advice warnings
beat beat beating pound pound pounding Is it a heart? A fist? A drum? A speaker? Is it all not the same? Isn't everything that makes this sound of purpose worth the same?  
Nature is what makes up this world. Birds in their nest curled It can be rough, but somehow we make it through. You are left vulvnerable and scared, but that is what makes you grow and  be stronger
I'm lost in the sense of who I am and who I'm supposed to be. My brain and heart work just fine but they have the hardest time communicating. Don't tell me how to feel because I've known 
  Were I truly porky I would not be asked when I am due.
  I was told That love is not like butter: It doesn't get thinner when you spread it.
Young and rebellious, with a heart of gold, and a mind of curiosity, Experimenting at every corner, always trying new things, so adventurous, After that one time, that first time, Everything changed…forever.
  I want to know, Is there an exact moment in time, when our innocence is gone? 
What really bothers me are books with silly love plots. Does his teeth really shine or is that just the light? Is her hair naturally "jet black" or is that what it said on the bottle?
In my mind My flower's
I wrote about love Until the midnight candle burned out Though the flame may have been extinguished Embers still burn inside Tales of lust and love Slipped onto the paper Lyric like lines form
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
What really gets under my skin Is that my "so called" mortal sin Determined not by God but people Causes such a great upheaval.   As the world watches starvation
Laundry had to be done And there was something About some bill That I had to pay.   Thousands of dollars Spent and borrowed For a piece of paper that says I’m smart, I’m qualified.
I'm just going insane. I'm tried of feeling this pain. Everything I touch seem like it is going in vain. Turn on my T.V Fox 5 news is saying my name. Phone ringing ignore the phone call started singing;
The hobby of learning earns weird looks. I try not to see them while I read my books. I know some day I'll be in college,  And I will love my extensive knowledge. But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
The whispers The side looks The constant putting down You’re no good You’re not cool and never will be You don’t like me. Well guess what? News flash I don’t like you either.
These NJ Fools are brainwashed by the hip-hop music industry as their teacher for vanity -that will never make history on the streets, just remembered as a facebook status or tweet.  
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Yell Scream Try not to be mean Smile Fake a laugh Life is going by so fast No friends who understand what it is that makes you cry Your family asks you why
Bullying starts in your mind and make you feel insecure inside Bullying is a sin, because we are all God's children within. Why can't we stop this vicious sin? Is it, because we are too scared to step in?
Hearing the winds in the treesThe birds and the beesThe songs in the meadowsSeeing the sun and the shadowsHeart beating slowThoughts moving fast
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
It seems my peers are blinded, Social media has them in a chokehold, Thought process being diminshed,
Bro
I can’t see how you can slack off, goof off or how you can scoff and shrug off when people tell you to listen, work hard, and knock it off.
  I have lived my life by putting others needs before mine, yet the people I always seem to help take jabs at my spirit and my soul. There have been malicious actions and words thrown at my heart like daggers,
There are things I want to say but I can’t say them My opinions are unshared Burning behind my closed mouth They want to be expresses He does not control you He has no say
We cannot forget  where our roots come from
What is a Human?    Are we                                            truly                                                body encased souls? Are we nothing Are we something Are we real or a dream
            I speak the truth, there are those that take it with a grain of salt, it’s honestly the way I talk, though words are never catching fault.
We all swim in the same ocean,We learn to swim or sink and those who swim experience beyond thier knowledge.Those who swim have the courage to dive deeper,and it's breath taking.
I am blind in this world   because no one wishes for me to see   My ears remain deaf As no one has come to tell me   My words stay unspoken
I am blind in this world   because no one wishes for me to see   My ears remain deaf As no one has come to tell me   My words stay unspoken
Mighty is the mind that gives voice to the soul: To me, thoughts are mere pieces That echo my "whole". Separate so weak, Together so strong, One's will manifested Within abstract form.  
I want a life that’s happy, But not one that is sappy. I strive to be optimistic, And definitely not pessimistic. I for sure want to be fit, So I don’t look like sh**   Life should be fun,
When will the people see?
So, you bad, huh ? You think you're better because you can sing? Psh! I'm a GREAT individual and I will continue to be! PLEASE ! Honor Roll? Try Principals List, Honey.
As a four foot nine, last time I checked, girl, you wouldn't think I have a big voice, but when I really try, I have the voice of a thousand stereos on high volume; I didn't use to have a voice at all.
He told me I was beautiful we talked all day he listened to my problems laughed at my jokes
Vise the tips of your fingers around the cavity of my chest. Feel the rhythmic imbalance of your touch. The seams of my actions altered by the stitching of your persuasion, The sketch of you needs became my actions,
My lust is passion Lies shaping the silhouette love congruent to my action. If to hurt is to love. My burden is weighted by abuse. Silence is my pain. My voice is my freedom.
My heart beats opposite to the unstable mind that disrupts the function of my actions. I apologize if .. If...the jagged meaning of my words aren't clear... But... Charge it to my head..
My Daddy will always be my king, Even after my Prince gives me a ring. In the beginning, he was my favorite toy, He didn’t even mind I wasn’t a boy.
If I could stretch my arms on the dial and twist the hands of time, I wouldn't. To manipulate the timeless investment the countless seconds I gazed in your eyes. To shatter the existence of our being.
If I could stretch my arms on the dial and twist the hands of time, I wouldn't. To manipulate the timeless investment the countless seconds I gazed in your eyes. To shatter the existence of our being.
I want to taste the essence of every passionate contemplation, Penetrate your deepest fantasy at every entrance, and Engage in your darkest daydream- Be acquainted with your memories, and perceive, Without hearing,
I want to taste the essence of every passionate contemplation, Penetrate your deepest fantasy at every entrance, and Engage in your darkest daydream- Be acquainted with your memories, and perceive, Without hearing,
The place that I come from is familiar to a cardboard box Carved and hollow but with an imagination It was all I could fathom in my thoughts. The place I called home was always damp and moist
  Does my flesh dictate my importance? Do my looks dictate my stature? Am I not more than the standards that urban media display as beauty? Does my intellectual capability NOT rain over my looks?
Love...you know, the thing that makes people blind All the while, you become more beautiful everyday But maybe thats just in my eyes...
I just walked out the house. What do you mean "Come here!"? I didn't put this on to impress you, just so we're both clear. I don't have to talk to you and I don't want to smile. Your cat calls are annoying and stop the yelling from a mile.
At age 17 I didnt know where to start High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
You
Why don't you listen to my words? I speak all the time about you.... Why won't you look at me? My eyes always have your reflection. Why won't you feel my heart? It beats every second for you....
Hands face down, awaiting their turn. I sit here and stare at the screen. Seconds tick by, minutes pass And nothing comes to mind. I'm empty. Fading.
Straight black hair, With cute brown eyes. Black clothes with black shoes walking side by side. They say every darkness doesn't shine..... But I believe that this Darkness is full of light!
A fresh youth Adventuring through wilderness Saving the princess A triumphant warrior   Acne sets in With other changes Rapid fire rockets And head shots   "Get a job"
Quiet and the embalming fluid Flowing steadily through the tube Through the arteries To the brain   A lifetime etched into wrinkles And wispy hair A peaceful expression
A lot more to learn A lot more to take Never ending the questions Circling the cavity of my head
All you want is green All I want is to be free Life ain't worth living if you're gonna die Everyone's gonna die   All you want is green All I want is equality No sir, death bestows us first
There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born, Each one a different size, Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn, But you must get to the top to reach the prize.
I am worried Worried about what? College, the place where you get more knowledge. I worry I won't succeed in the getting the education I so gratefully need.
Goverment For you we must excel But, how can we without the proper funds
They die young because they live fast running away from the past at a fast pace ending up in last place chasing the all mighty dollar to reach the top, knowing but not knowing one day there’s a stopping point of no r
The ocean So turbulent So wavy And yet Underneath It's perfectly calm
Little fish look for food While worrying About becoming it
Patches of light in a vast darkness I call them thoughts. Flicker in, flicker out. Jump from one to the next Afraid of the emptiness between Where am I going?
It’s so confusing seeing with a deaf mind. Wanting to take action, but afraid of what might occur. Craving the embrace of your world, but shying away with fear of being hurt.
We live in a world where society rules most of us  We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
I thought of you while in the shower And I thought of how nice it'd be 
Rain, rain, go away
You know what makes me tick....
When our lips collided clumsily in the darkness on that creaky twin bed, our bodies parallel and our hands shaking, internally I experienced the Big Bang.
I'm not a size zero, or a one or two.
     
Fat Skinny Tall                  Short Your weight must reflect who you are Don’t wear this if you are fat Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny Eat healthy But not to healthy
Fat Skinny Tall                  Short Your weight must reflect who you are Don’t wear this if you are fat Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny Eat healthy But not to healthy
The first time I feel asleep listening to your heart beat i decided this is where i want to live nestled up into your side your arm wrapped around me safe, warm, love
Enough is enough I'm calling a time out on social media The content of my newsfeed has been too far out of bounds I'm calling fouls, for incorrect grammar, filtered photos, and warn out hashtags
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck, into the sink. Loud Whispers.  Focus, it's time for homework. Chairs scraping the ground. In a classroom, in the library.  People are setting off a bomb inside me.
Beautiful one, tell me your dreams.  From which rich river do they stream? They hold the key to treasures untold. And help to shape your rare and visionary mold. Majestically you walk around. 
  I'm pretty simple No flare here Im not politically correct or incorrect I don't go places that stiffen my chin I have trouble understanding why things are such
Momma says, "Education comes first." Momma advises, "Do not marry for love, marry for money." Momma scolds, "When I was your age, I was herding cattle" Momma yells, "How dare you complain, when I have given you all this?"
Tick My likes might not excite you But they ignite me When I sit back and truly ask myself What is it that makes me come to life? What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
Growing up in DC aint so sweet as can be.
The thoughts of stress I feel the stress of life coming on to me , my fears of college oh yeah  that place where comes all knowledge. The fear of not being successful
Stopping half way across his path I leaned up against his soul and saw the demon taking hold. He took out his nine inch sword and held to the sky telling me and my wolf, we were about to die.
Beautiful. Remarkable. Stunning. Amazing. Heaven like. Perfect. Just a few words that come to mind when I see her picture. Her smile is contagious,
15 minutes to get to class 60 minutes to take the test 2 weeks to study 4 hours of sleep And what seems like an eternity waiting for grades
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
Day in, and day out there is a voice inside my head
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless   A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills To heal the hell until she fell Drowning neck high in alcohol  
I’m a whirlpool, No, A thunderstorm, No, A category 5 hurricane, Of thoughts, and hopes, Of memories, and dreams, Of puzzle pieces and star dust.   But everything stays silent.
America the Free~ But freedom has a price Tears fall from the innocent As they watch the souls of their loved ones Tumble to the heavens Questions unanswered Nothing yet gained
Oh, how I wish Each day we'd be Celebrating Sweet liberty   Oh, how I love The fourth of July The red, white, and blue The flag flying high   How we forget
A endless night A brain flickering on memories Memories mainly making me murder myself The fear of reuniting with your enemy Who caused the pain without you knowing The innocent kid who played hide in seek
As you see, this world may not tolerate many of you. Discrimination is just like a flu. How can many believe a God, When their vision is in a fog. Mouths are shut, closed, in silence mode.
High School, Not The End But The 13eginning   I remember
A difference you are Making as a butterfly’s' phase in life.  
No one knows what I’m capable of With my brain and interchangeable love I’m a product of the stars, molded into the moon I’ve been falling so hard and I’ll get up soon My heart knows I’m too weak
I want to work my best, love my best, and help my best.                 Among a thousand other things. And I want to do everything at once.                And at one time.                At this moment.
what is it that defines us? our bodies, our minds, our hearts, our busts, our victories, our finds?   can we change? our views, our thoughts, the loves, the hates, our destiny?  
I'm  driving  home  alone  
You will not determine who I will be in my future... but I can say you played a part. Reasons to why I trust very few Speak very carefully
I look into the sky, blue and alight
One of a kind-Original rap lyrics written by TScott (Me)   He was born in a state of poverty everybody knew him as a joke of society but look at him now tho, he got the flo
Sitting here feeling empty, not understood, an all alone.  Completely gone off to a place unknown, wandering through trying to find my way back. 
Alone
Secluded in the forest the mind is absolute. the silence deafening, the darkness blinding,
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Foot steps on the stairs, that aren't really there, feels like there's someone's watching me.Shadows on the walls,whispers down the hall,
What If...
Love, is so many things.It can be sweet,it can be bitter.It can be easy,it can be difficult.It can be hard,it can be soft.It can be anythi
A pearl Strong, beautiful and magnificent Able to do anything it wants But Now, it’s stuck in a shell Weak and frail
When its over..
Take me 
She was a flower, a beautiful flower. The kind you dream about.
Speak your mind when your friends are watching  Speak you mind when the clock is tocking Speak out loud when your words are shaking Speak you mind when your heart is breaking Speak out loud whe your breath is taken
I am… Strong Beautiful Intelligent Kind I am… Weak Chaotic Simple Cruel I am; a mirror A mirror of emotions
I've become my own motivation Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
I've become my own motivation Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
How do I love thee? Let me count thy ways   12 for  The number of scrapes I have from your regular practice of carving initials into my endoderm.  your fingernails scrape my wrist with my blood as your ink
You and I are made of stars,
Kisses rain down... STOP. She lies to your face.. STOP. She doen't care about you.. STOP. stop...and listen he loves her she lies stop.   goodbye......
Suppression and subjugation On our conscienous fully operating Grating Against the grains of our humanity.   Leaving scars the hierarchy booms; blooming Soothing none whom it's consuming
The World Around Us Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays, As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
You see I don't want to grow up and I don't want to leave you I don't want to leave behind my memories.
Perfect   Who        is this unknown individual who lives underneath my skin?                   Everyone else sees who I am on the outside.                  I choose what I allow others to see on the inside.
Time is a beautiful enemy, a two faced friend. a HEALER,  a destroyer. A lover, but a fighter. Time is on our side. they say, " You have time to do this, you have time to do that!"
It's time, It was time a long time ago. 
I am sand  Built of different parts Shaped  If each piece of me stood alone, it would be overlooked, useless—abortive
  He's such a, but when you hear those weak mumbles, almost like a cry, I can't help but feel like, the most luckiest girl alive.
How high can you fly? White like the new moon, My bird in the sky; Singing a sad tune. Why are you alone?
"Just send your heartbeat I'll go... To that Blue Ocean floor" I'll never forget The time you asked me to explain, And you just knew, Knew I could help you understand. You knew that I had the ability
Student debt?I got that  Another Student loan?I'll get that Two more years until a BS?I'll do that Get an education no matter the cost?I've got this
The shaddows begin to appear, the night kills of the sun. The man walks, hopelessly, he knows he is not done.    The wind never blows, in his direction, there is no breeze.
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
Nobody knows how great first place is than second place does. Only a few meters behind him in a race, never the center of attention when people look around to judge, and never being a girl's first choice or taste.
Sitting here while I think in a swirl of thoughts draining like a sink down my neck and arms  to my fingers typing on this link Thinkig about what makes me tick
Overwhelming loud in my head A crowded brain, my minds so jumbled Focus! No. The voices tell me I'm not good enough You're not working hard enough You've gotta do better than that!
I've tried to focus on the true purpose of my life Yet I'm constantly entangled with the fact that I'm not good enough Recurring emotions of what could've been, but I knew it couldn't happen.
What really makes me tick? Dealing with routine, bogus shtick. Understanding this requires more than the gist. Nothing slick, nothing missed, just the worst possibe itch.
I've always said the sound of your voice could tear me to pieces, But I haven't heard you speak for days
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
I love to study I hope to make some money Prove to myself and to others that I'm like no other Unique. That is me I don't want to flee Independence is what I seek My goal is to reach the peak
Products upon products Days lost to adulation Looking for beauty under rocks, in-between articles. The funny thing is, I buy all this crap, but never wear it. Hundreds of dollars spent on makeup
The point where light and dark converge,
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear. unable to relent nor express deep fear controlled by all sides of other people expressions able to listen but unable to be heard words struggle to escape the mind 
I'm a little woman as I've been described. 5'1 and not an inch higher, but I want to stand amongst giants. In my dreams, they're next to me as we speak intensively
In a world So full of mystery
  What turns my gears and gets me going Is the heightened sense I have of knowing That life is as abundant as a fruitful tree.
How shall I attempt to remember her?
Art
My mind— Which usually perplexes me— Gets excited by art. Likes to dunk the world Into color, and tack On words My mind is Narcissus who— Under the beguiling face
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear   Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer  
Am
is it so wrong that i'm content?i do not strive to make myself appear like i am more or less,i just am. what is the crime in being?for i do not add or take away from myself,i just am.
My Friend,   I hold your face with gentle hands, gazing into
“They will always be small.”
I see you walk by I let out a sigh And I wish I could talk to you But you're so dang shy, But that's the reason why I really like you   I've known you for what seems like forever
  She exploits her body to the opposite sex Or the same sex It doesn't matter right As long as she gets her pay check Because at the end of the night Her pockets are full $500 in tips
My mind is a blur: it races from thought to thought without catching its breath.  One moment: I meditate on the plight of the impoverished.  The next: that puppy across the street is adorable. 
The mind it adapts. it will analyze and scan. Knowledge it will seek.
What Makes Me Tick Is This New Generation Of Social Life. See I Remember Growing Up In a Household Where We Would Sit At The Dinner Table And Talk To Our Family About Our Day.
A little Girl Broken,Ashamed and Alone. Forced to live in a place she once called Home.
where your hair straight is what some people yell some people prefer my hair better curly..I can tell why is the condition of my hair a concern They preach that the work place prefers a more "traditional look"
I often think about life and being stressed constantly working and trying my hardest to be the best but who cares what place I come in, whether that be 1st,  2nd or 3rd my only care is that my voice is heard
I hear your heavy, beating wings That fill the warm summer air.  Some hide in fear of your stings. However your flight is a glorious affair. Watching you; full of fuzz
Speak you mind poetry slam Who made paper? Who stole from the trees? Who lied to the birds? Who sung to the bees?
Jonathan Murray "The Silent Killer"   The silent killer to all I fear Is one where no one is in the clear. Pressing thoughts and pure emotion Can put one’s life in slow motion.  
What makes me tick?   When your lips turn up in a smile and you laugh and your face lights up and I forget about how broken we are and I remember I was made to love.
What made
Falling from the skies Falling from my eyes I laugh until it hurts
I Hear Voices            But There not Voices There Thoughts            My Thoughts Waiting To Be Spoken           Waiting to Be said All I need To say is a few Word
The soft skin, the delicate touch, those big eyes staring up at me Oh, what i wouldn't give to have that The cries in the middle of the night, the late nights of comfort, the early morning cuddles
It seems like I'm forever confused uncertain of what to do Do I say this or do that? Should I go forward or turn back? It seems like I'm forever cinfused in this cruel society full of brains reduced
Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock, the way in which my brain, gives way to thought, thought, thought.   One notion to another, associations then connect, it brings about my fears,
I really hate homework                                                                             There's too much to do     
I know that God can
Ran into a girl from the past A girl who walked a similar path From where do I know this girl you might ask? Juvenile Hall is where I seen her last Lived our teenage years in and out of the system
where do i even begin? so many jumbled thoughts with no way out how do i explain myself without being shut down because everyone gets sick of me expressing my disgust when they choose to ignore the truth  
Speak you mind poetry slam Who made paper? Who stole from the trees? Who lied to the birds? Who sung to the bees?
an undergrad seeking a diploma to succeed the money for college is outrageous and it's one thing that I need I haven't written a poem since English 1302 and now I'm writing one to inspire me and you
Dearest father, I remember you spinning me around in your arms , I remember waiting excitedly for you to return from work so I could see your smile. I remember you hugging me against your chest and telling me how important I was.
A boy being told that he needs to look a certain way to succeed. His brilliance is over shadowed by his parents need for hi to be normal.
I'm walking out the door while others are coming in. I'd gladly switch places just to be home again. They drive so far I can't see, the town of memories that use to involve me.
I sit in geometry class, Hanging on no words, not even trying to pass. My eyelids have a heavy weight; They don't even care that this next theorem may decide my fate. To transform a polygon into a square?
It's time to wake up so that we can shake up
Robot winding up the gears. Every morning going through the motions Till summer appears, Thinking of nothing but summer All through the school year. Then the last day happens And freedom is here!
DARK AND QUITENESS SURROUND ME OFTEN  WHEN I LET MYSELF DRIFT INTO THE SURREAL  WORLD THAT I CAN FIND MY ESCAPE IN. SOMETIMES I WISH TO JUST LET MYSELF FEEL LIKE LADY MACBETH WITH CRAZED AMBITION 
When I think of the night, I no longer feel afraid. Not sad nor angry, Just calm.   The night reminds me of us, At better times. When we would stare up into the great beyond,
What makes you tick? That's a hard question to answer, because my answer's not quick.
The Human mind is of the essence A gift from the almighty, a moral blessing From which we derive our strengths and weaknesses From guilt to wrongdoing, life is indulged with grievances  
Sometimes I know the words to say, Give thanks for all you’ve done.
It's hard to speak my mind
Trust Like most things I used to think It was a double edged sword   Trusting myself Led me to best consequences While others Led to the worst   I used to shun this power
What I Hate Do you know what I absolutely hate? What makes me so sick to my stomach? And my skin crawl with repulsion? I’ll tell you what I hate:
Step up to the MIC. A sea of lights and faces swim before you. Your palms begin to sweat, as the stage lights burn hot on your face. Close your eyes and take a breath; breathe, breathe.
Education wasted Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
Looks are deceiving 
We live in a world where young children go hungry everyday.  
With the lack of male leadership and representation that we as African-Americans are perpetually inflicted with, leaving ALL the res
Thick clouds cover Darkness hovers In the sky The sun waves goodbye
Through the storm I hear only the rain when living in happiness I just feel pain is it my fault is it all in my brain thoughts like this run people insane when I reflect over my life I can not complain
There are days when I wake up and I don’t want to look in the mirror, for fear of what I might see.
There is a saying that "when life gives you lemons make lemonade," however sometimes fear and circumstances get in the way. While some people choose to make the best of every day,
paranoid, thunder-swept in the cave orifice he stands, a tall boy with a brave, wooden blade eyes shining ludicrous with the dark anger of Jupiter his fingers absently running through the dog’s murky hair
Technology is all around us that we must understand In order for the human race to leap forward and advance Whenever I think about it, it's like my brain is in a trance All this science and math is making me dance
She wove golden rays of sunshine into a long and flowing dress, that left the scent on everything she touched, of nature's sweet caress. Everywhere the girl did go, the flowers would all bloom,
What is it like what is it like to always know what to say? what is it like to never be afraid? will I make a fool of myself or will I get away?   When I'm with my friends,  will I pretend?
You say you want WOLD PEACE but your not willing to fight for the one thing you believe  you think its impossible  for the sun to shine on everyone a the same time I believe
When I write poetry I don't just write I don't think and consider, Weigh the meanings of my words And maybe that's wrong, but I don't think so   I feel this urge to find some paper,
What if I told you, all of you are wrong You've already judged me; probably have been all along.
  A beginning.  The dawn of a new time Stretching its claws from conception
What if this is the end? What if this is all I'll ever know? For this I cannot judge. For today I am not what I will be tomorrow Nor what I was yesterday, nor the day before
Helpful, coorperative, caring, kind
People are shady, Their souls unclean,
Drawing deep into my feelings, of peril, joy and hopelessness. Confusion increases each time I take a breathe and draw deeper into my wild thoughts.
Cast shadows on me. Let me fall. What hand could reach me? 
Dealing with things is what everyone learns to do How you deal with it is up to you When I have to go against the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced I run. Not away to the seeing eye but to where all voices are silenced
I'm interested in everything including the way your body laguage tells more truth than you ever would. To the evolution of time and the creation of man. Everything is something,
Another day, another way,
Speak your mind at what no one has the courage to say. Speak your mind for what is right but you hold back because its never worth the fight. Speak your mind even when your mind and your heart do not agree.
Life is such a beautiful mystery
girl, if you are to be a woman hereyour hair must not be cut above your earsyou smile and laugh and never shed a tearthat's just the way it is for women here
You were gone Gone for so long You left me in the cold You came back Then you were gone again Came back for good You were down for a little while You rose Rose up and started to build again
When  I  thought I was lost And I thought no one cared for me,
You're running into the infinite darkness Because there is nowhere else to go. She is chasing you, a game of cat and mouse. You, you see the darkness as your hole. Your means of salvation from this wretched chase.
Ashanti Emmanuel  
That girl doesn't know.
Seeds from the regretfully accomplished actions, led your emotions to conduct more bad transactions. Initially the intentions were adequately justified, therefore, you seemed artificially satisfied.
Every month is the same. Every week just routine. Every year is a new chapter, a way to start over. But do we ever take that chance? That chance at a clean slate. A chance to let the past go.
Inertia is a lie   Somewhere along the way our feet lost touch with the bare earth and now our roots have shriveled up and now our roots are homeless  
Imagine a world where the unintelligent have a chance to thrive Where every race and gender compete equaly Where a nation is run by people where all families live under the same roof
My Way  My past is filled with sorrow.  i try to hide my emotions from the rest .
I think about life I think about people Diversity is such a beautiful thing Differences are what makes this life wonderful
My first steps My first words were my mom favorite moments
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes. I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself; a flower that has never been caressed.
Around and around I go twirling my beige dress in the glow of the moonlight.
Diatribes against discrimination Of hate that plagues a nation Once called United but now, separation Kicking and screaming against ghettoization But our shouts are all silenced By the hands of commanders
Tick Tick Tick what makes me tick
Since they're older, they think they know what's best. But when asked the questions, they couldn't pass the test. It's hard enough to make it in this world, Without their input on our dreams being curled.
  Just like a thunderstorm Rowdy and loud We all can be seen From all around  
Let me be kindling for your hate I can be the scapegoat for your insecurities Allow me to be your martyr in the eyes of your jurors
Love me like no other Give me what the rest didn't Speak to my soul Get inside of my mind Beauty is what appears What if deep down I'm not Take away my pain Tell me I'm not insane
Like a closet, there's always that one thing inside that remains untouched.
The truth of the matter: I'm a pretty little white girl. I have problems, but so do you. By looking at the divisions We isolate and impede the vision Of a better home, a better heart
the girl of my dreams bett
She whispered so softly,"Your future is so bright,"My heart sank deep, but remained feeling light.I look her dead in the eyes and say"bright and light are the darkest things in my sight
Moon A dark sky The sky full of stars The stars full of dreams Dreams full of hope  
You have to be realistic If I am realistic I will stay in the same predicament I'm in I live with my head in the clouds Knowing I will see a better tomorrow Be realistic as they say   
A dreamer Is that the name I was entitled to? I don't dream anymore I use to A thought amongst your mind can't change your life A dream turned into a goal That's the only way it can be achieved
They say life goes by fast They say time is money What do I forcus on? Living life or making money Why can't I have both I want to be free No worries of debt Money Time Life
We're all trying to survive And we all are rying to make it The only thing that can stop us from doing so is ourselves  We all gotta keep striving  And going up the steps Steps to the kingdom 
This is how an Angel dies Forced to hear of man's cries Upon the legions of those soon to suffer His ears lay a buffer   As his wings crumble away He sees those of earth Awaken for another day
I close my eyes and pray for better days Watching my mom struggle is the worst of all my days All i can do is try I can't let them down The one's who believe in me My future awaits A brigher tomorrow
I won't allow money to be my barrier To hurt my soul and deepen my pain Money makes the world go round It can't run me nor my soul I will stand tall I am not a business I am human
Is it possible for someone like me to be successul? I've never see a face like mine shine Someone of staure I'm different then most I enjoy the beauty the earth has Not the cars or clothes
I've see it all and heard it all No one can tell me my own story Typical African American story of no father Just a mother and hope to make it out of the struggle I am not ashamed of where I come from
I'm on a journey to be successul I know it's going to be hard I stay strong I won't give up I can't
When love ends, it's not the end of the world. It's just the end of that chapter in your love book.  When you end love, you end your old ways. You learn how to love more and better.
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin tone.
my father and i were drinking orange juice at  two thirty in the morning when he turned to me and said, “i never taught you that you could be anything you
I know what you’re thinking, Here goes another Muslim. Preachin', teachin' tryna change the way the world sees them. But I’ll make this quick. I’m NOT a refugee Born in the south next to American Babies
The pain I feel is deep inside I have baried it for so long But it is coming to the surface. It is too hard to face the truth  But I know I must   I put it off for another day 
John Nash’s roommate said: “If we can’t break the ice how about we drown it”   We are all fighting A battle between pride and shame We our no less valuable With shaking voices,
Over the smoky mountains and into the crystal sea, there is a God above me who looks and cares for me. So, if you're ever lonely, or if you're ever sad, just listen to this poem, and then you will feel glad.
A world with and without you The perfect hue of your eye color
Why is it okay to judge people For their dreams? For what they believe in? Based on their skin color? Or who they're in love with?
This: a whirling vicious cycle underneath
Walk along that yellow brick road that always seems to take a break
I wake up and see her. As I turn on the lights         the darkness stayed in her eyes. I asked "What are you, and what do you want?" She replied. " I am your biggest fear and I know all your serects.
We are stuck, intertwined, in this riddle we call life, Full of the dull ache of pain and silent suffering of lonely nights, Only to wake and start the cycle over again.
You Can't You Can't You Can't It is whispered in your ear To put you down To make you feel weak Make you feel helpless, worthless, like you cannot do anything for yourself It doesn't
  we all start by hitting the ground and we open our eyes
Am I really beautiful, or are you just lying? Do you mean what you say, or should I stop trying? You make me feel like I’ve never felt before. Your waves of emotion wash upon my shore.
It's 12:10am as i write this my darling insomnia fueling my abyss feeling cool and calm as music fills the air though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts the thoughts that i can't bear
I believe that one's unique and one of a kind Your silly thoughts are running through my mind Judging me the way I look and the way I dress All you ever do is make me depress My self esteem is in deep pain
My old man tells me We'll never understand They are way more complex than you average man    
I'm tired of the same old routine they expect me to be like a stronghearted machine
The first time it happened I was lost;Eyes closed wondering through the woods of my mind and running into trees I was young and a child and trying to find who I was.
There goes that kid I see over and over. Education is his world and he carries it on his shoulder.Keeps his head in the books ignoring drugs, drinking and crooks.
For those who are wicked...they are marked with the beast trying to pull me into the things i use to be *Temptation*
  I've been living every day life as if it was just a breeze. Trying to live in every moment even though they're all just flying right by me. Reality.
My dream begin as a powerful solder at the hands of God battling through the fire.
She steps onto the ground realizing how cold it was. Fragile. Her bones were always fragile. Especially when it came to stepping on the ice. She grabbed a piece of the ice, only realizing how it left her hands red. 
They call me 2 chairs Alls i get is deep stares Feelin like im commonly confused
Solitude that cynically settles, A parasite within my bones. Sweet bile festers in the shadows.
I am the master, the controller, I am the seargent, and I am the soldier.   I fight the battles; I lose the wars, I reap the winnings, and forfiet the scores.  
Joyfulness is white as a white rose It sings to me like Sunday morning tunes   It taste like sweet summer lemonade  Has the smell of fresh linen fareeze
Why do I have to suffer? I’ve done no wrong Why can’t things get better? This is not where I belong   Every day I have to deal with this I’m tired of being trapped When will life be bliss?
Why do I have to suffer? I’ve done no wrong Why can’t things get better? This is not where I belong   Every day I have to deal with this I’m tired of being trapped When will life be bliss?
  I am me She is she So let us be This is our destiny   Stop hurting us Stop killing our spirit We are different And that’s our creed   After all you’ve done
I had a dream, it had me feeling like a Ma
We have a crisis on our hands, America and I Plenty of us can point fingers Whose fault it is But will anyone DO anything? We are all talk and no action We as humans are the superior life forms
fills you to the top
America “ Land of the Free” But what does that mean to me. Orphans, and poverty Opposition to authority Gangs and disrespect to minorities So really how free are we?
Trying to be defined by who I am in your eyes, But what are my definitions, What are my standards? When I look in your eyes I see a misrepresentation of the girl that I am
I see people all around me They love making life better for their self some for ourselves
Another day another conflict. It's an ongoing fight. Another law passed to strip us of our God given rights. They take away our land. They keep their hands in OUR pockets.
    laid out spread like butter on the ground.      i'm melting. yellow self bubbling  as i seep into the ground. through eyes that barely see but  straight ahead,
How?  How are we supposed to walk with our heads down? How are we supposed to feel?
what is wrong, what is right?   who am i, who are you?   how do i know what i see is real, and how do i know that you are you?  
What are words?  but a mere creation of humans. No words can describe how I feel,  when I'm without you. No words can explain the feeling I get,  when I see you.
and if i could snap my fingers and clap my hands and nod my head and stomp my feet or say a word and make anything happen   I'd make a change  
Everything is true, and nothing is true”
I don’t know what life is.. 
Speak your mind before others speak it for you
 The teacher asked
  what litters my Mind, is the Mind itself. how self-absorbed and arrogant of itself,
house, and a white picket fence smell of the beach and a life of paradise was what i sense is this a vision of my life in the future or is this all just a false pretense
*This is based off the novel The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga (The White Tiger is a window into a world of poverty, greed, and corruption. Balram chose to show this through letters to the premier of China, Wen Jiabao.
How long has it been? I forget with the flashes of light and sounds that pass through me like rain through the clouds five  ten years a smile seems to mark its territory across my face 
You claimed you didn't mean them,
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you same my name. Like venom on the tip of your tongue spitting every word in vain YOU tick me The smile of a goddess, the heart of a king, and a voice that makes me plea
What damage will I endure before I escape?How far is too far……how late is too late?
i don't hate many things in this world;        just kidding, i lied.
To be with her  it seems to alway be a blur
Leaves blazing like fire, Colors dancing in the breeze, Autumn's ballet has begun.
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3 years old and father is ill. Ill. I'll see him quench his obsessions, filling his demons with the drink of death. They burn his insides, destroying our home, while he sits calmly releasing his bitter smoke.
My family is everything without them I'd be lost
Just know that everything will be alright because I am gathering nutrients; Like your intelligence, I will be bright Like star lullabies of insouciance.
Whats on your mind?  I alwyas ponder this question time to time. We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds. I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
In my world that's compromised.No one sees the pain I'm in,They willingly accept the grin I give them.But behind these walls I am safe.Safe from myself and the world of hate.Yet my fortress is cracked.
A life without love is no life to live,But a life without you now that would be sin.So for now I'll wait,And tomorrow we'll see,What the future hides for you and for me.
STOP!!!!  Just stop! Stop lying,  stop pretending like you cared,
The night air caresses me,
Stories told as a child, Of the dead walking a while. Today a girl walks on the bus, Surrounded by people, yet so alone. Mouth gaped open, eyes glued Missing the sky that’s shinning blue.
I wake up every morning wanting to go back to sleep.
Tears fill my eyes, while pain fills my heart
Tell me how do you explain To one year old brother Who follows you around Like a puppy Loves you to death That you can’t come home Tell me what can you do When six years latter
Stuck in a world with no liberal peace Trapped in this skin , making it hard to think Free my mind
Beautiful family tree With love and support Roots really deep in earth With beautiful branches Juvenile ages In time of life stages   Bad family tree Addicted to fleece and other disease
Full of knowledge I received Rooted deep in earth I didn’t have to travel I am the inner cup Half full kind of tree I listen to remember Listen to the wind Who carries stories
Unaddressed is the issue of the missing undressed, Begotten, then torn from this land, Double X in your genes, you’re a lesser human being, You ARE shame if you will not be a man.  
When I speak my mind, I speak my heart My mind is where whole worlds start My heart to them full life imparts And with my words turns them to art When I speak my mind, I speak my heart
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you. You hide behind your paranoa, You want the "best" for me yet  Your support of my dreams means nothing to you. You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself 
Life is something that is between birth and death. It begins when you take your first breath. Life is always such a mess. For some it's a breeze, while others stress.
I down another bottle To wash the pain away. For a brief moment, I feel a bit okay.
Creme brulee in the air and the craziness is the only affair.
Excited! Oppourtunity is knocking! It's constantly pounding. It's constantly talking.
Excited! Oppourtunity is knocking! It's constantly pounding. It's constantly talking.
I see him standing with his gray cashmere sweater Leaning against the wall thinking deeply to himself Wondering what’s next Turned towards me and just stared Gazing at me with the glow in his eyes,
Who am I? What am I doing here? No, no, not here in this room, not here in college, on this podium, up here talking to you, but here, on this earth, this rock, this place… in a seemingly infinite abyss of nothingness, darkness, blackness.
Love. Me.   A cry for help? A note passed from an admirer?  No. The two most popular tags on social media. The need to be accepted. The need for approval.  
The ever lasting candle is what the lord provide me , except i am the light not the wax.
The buildings crumble slowly Cement walls expose once hidden dark red bricks Those who slowly crawl past the scene see the structure’s open wounds
The grass holds the history of days past The sky paints an ever changing picture of life  The sea brings life of all kinds into view    Nature teaches me about myself.  
Its hard these days to speak ones mind We dont all get along in this aspect of time It's not really wrong to speak ones mind Its only because society stops you on a dime
So unworldy the world is So knowledgeable they think they are Finding comfort in lies and ignoring the truth that appears before their eyes Blinded by their own misinterpretations of the undefined love
Black and White, for some that is all there is the stark constrast of good and bad, right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.  What ever happened to gray? to shade, to shadow,
Damn, I miss you.   I  cannot belive this happened. Why can't you be alive and well?   I miss you so much.    Ever since that day almost a year ago, I've been hallow.   
Constantly, I wonder if you think about me As often as I think about you. I do not know what happened.  
I want out so badly. Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table. We can’t afford it.
I hear that boys will be boys that we condone rape that our father figures allow it that we objectify our women we turn a blind eye because we think its cool
Its hard for the world to understand, the struggles I adopted when it all began They came so quick with the presence of you, was it love, which I was falling with you
It doesn't make sense to call ourselves ugly,
Five AM, alarm clock screams Blaring siren, interrupting my dreams Stretch and sigh and open my eyes Hoping I could go back to where my dreams lie There in that place, I can heal all pain
I see you
Her eyes open with the dawn of day. The world greets her with open arms; she replies with a soft cry. Her life starts with the blooming buds of Spring.   Her eyes twinkle
Black and white. The swirl is right. Being interaccial is the way God made me and there aint no changing baby. Curly hair, tan skin why loose when you can win ? 
Where college is
Stress The day to day hustle . School , friends , work . I feel like my worlds about to end , so much to do I can barely breath. As I sit I realize the ambition I have to make it in this never ending world.
"​It's The Little Things"  
Reading while it rains the crinkled pages sound soft, the chaos rumbles Painting a diffrent reality, new worlds appear changing fate now.
Humanity. Human. What a terrible thing to be. When we look back at everything,  Humanity has painted red, Every twisted evil thought, Every twisted evil deed, We, who kill our mother,
When someone says to me "You're extra ordinary" I question do you even know me.
Big Brother Risen
Here I stand transparent and tall lacking a true focal point. Yet barring my emotions that still exsit underneath the latch I once lost. I feel in the emptiness with a handful of tears as onlookers surround me.
25
I'm turning 25 this year, And with another passing day I fear, That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away. I mean, I don't know what you've been told, But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
​It's not a debate Why keep asking questions is search of anwsers that will only hurt?
Pain, a fleeting, yet ever present state Affecting everyone Differently Heartbreak, loss, scraped knees, broken bones Without pain How would we overcome? How would we learn to appreciate the good?
I want to believe, but you ruined that for me. You don't deserve me. 
What makes my mind tick?   Questions might, numbers won't. I see no value in values, science or quotes.  
What can I do? when I close my eyes when I see the possibilities  What can I do? when I go to school when I get good grades What can I do? when I fail when I succeed 
Same routine every day Wake up, get up, stay up Constant deja vu will it continue? The world changes no matter what happens People change no matter what happens Why must the routine stay the same?
Screw this world for screwing me over Because the moment I learned to walk, it lifted my skirt and took away my purity with a touch of a twisted fate It became a cursed spot and an attraction for perverted fingers
im crafting my journey the way  from the dim  as the light is blind eye that i cant see  days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright  mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
We started at the bottom Where we learned to say a word. And then we moved to taking steps And repeating things we heard. Eventually we learned to sing The cheerful alphabet; A,B,C,D,E,F.G
I want to welcome you to the depths of my mind inside a world you will hardly find... anything but my trembling thoughts that won't tolerate cosine.  I'm not trying to slam the issues of the city
"What do you want to do?" "What do you want to be?" "Pick right now, at only eighteen." I don't know the answers Maybe I never will I want to do it all I want to create To make beautiful art
Run
I look to the skies as my feet take flight My arms pump my calves move as one As the backdrop fades so does my plight Sometimes all you can do is...run My legs are more than vehicals theyre my friends
close your eyes breathe infinity            think                  think                        think infinity open your mind    breathe infinity
Everyone’s goal is a four year university. Why do I feel like I failed my family? I study, work hard, and always try my best. Bu just because of a test, I’m stuck at home like the rest.
Ignorance One thing that leads followers These people do not know  and do not want to know the truth They are Ignorant It's almost a shame how a fool is easily misled
Dead diary    I feel damaged..  Frail; a burnt piece of paper..  Brittle, wounded edges..  As if I'd crumble to the touch or slight breeze.. 
Imagination It blossoms in the essence Escapes from wet ink
If I aspire to nothing I will be nothing. If I work hard I'll only be disappointed But... If I work for me I will achieve greatness.   If I live to love I shall crash and burn.
That day hunts me everyday At the time I thought that all wounds would heal but it does not seem that way Ten years have passed and it seems as I get older the worst it gets
I’m scared I am not growing up to be the person I think I am growing up to be, Or even want to grow up to be.   I’m scared of feeling like I’m living solely to Please others,
In the dark blue skies I see hope of gold singing blues like I'm being told  my heart speeds all high. I stand in my mirror
A beautiful world Filled with various wonders I want to explore   Curiosity For the sake of tomorrow Where will I go next?   In a crowded cage Captured by others’ ideals
In the Hollows of my Mind By: Carmen Cooper   The window of my mind opens to a world of dreams
Look at the world around you And think about the things you do You worry about clothes and spend money on hair But tell me how can people be so unaware The world is burning to the ground
Head down on the desk as the people around judge by what they see. The day she came along an held my hand I was ready for a change. Broken and beaten to the core I let everything take me down a dark road.
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear Stop puhing a