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I don’t want to be quiet anymore, (that really bothers me.) I want to fill the silences and make people smile. I don’t want to be lost anymore.
I’m sitting in my car Steering wheel in my sight My car is parked I’m waiting for my sister to come outside It’s weird that I’m the driver That I’m even old enough to drive
By : Brianna Garcia 1,2,3 hey little Bri Everything has changed It's not how it used to be from a shy little girl curled up in her head to a full grown women
All beings All surviving All with a desire to live Take a hold of life by the reins And watch it all change Realize that the ability to just be is not the ability to be living
You cannot see What is unseen. You cannot feel What is not felt. The lines between Do not fall to observe. The truth is there It is just unheard. Your eye can tell
I have always been afraid of aging This fear often has left me raging Funerals have always left me scared They left me with the burden to bare
Waiting. Waiting for a sign, Broken, damaged, lost, Crying for help, Screaming into the void, ‘Help me, please, someone help me.’
I see the pills A pile On my bed I shake off the fog That was in My head I am awake Alive
What I’m Not September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday There’s music in the hills Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides That which I’ve never heard
Can i breathe? , yes Yes i can Can i see?, yes Yes i can Can i live, no No i can't My life is a gift , that i have yet to open But i'm scared my gift , isn't what i wanted
In The Middle August 31, 2018 ~ Friday Every person, tall or leaning Building what they thought was meaning
My mentor is the one that I respect She gave me her honest opinion Advised and sent me in the right direction She shown me a better way of life She nourished me And hurt when I hurt
Oft awake a feeling, Total misery. Cat starts a meowing, Come and feed me. Stretch yawn and wonder, Will I ever feel free? This deep and heavy burden, Within deep Centre of me.
Didn't start out this way, Was always an innocent boy, Curly haired, lively, out of control, Could sometimes be. Play fighting was instinctive, Big Daddy, Bruce Lee and Mad Harry, The names,
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Life had begun from the beginning and the Creator had seen every reason for our living.
Right, veering right,Left, swooping left.Orange cones, white lines, speed bumps Preventing me from zooming so fast.But I wouldn't because... I know me.
Racehorse The Kentucky Derby was yesterday at 4 pm and the bullet shot Like a fire in the air. Her eyes are rolled back like the way the sea curls into sand
i sat through the rain. and everytime i saw shelter i ran. how could i live without the rain? how could i live without the silence being broken? rain isn't quiet, i promise. it has a voice,
Atop the mountain lies an end,Past this hill, around the bend,A fruitful glade, a home yet found,Yes just beyond our living mound.
You tell me everything will turn out That I have my whole life ahead of me But what if I don't? What if there isn't that much time left? Is it so bad to want to see everywhere that isn't here?
I live moment to moment Heck, I am the moments I am that moment when you're in the middle of texting someone and they call you
Awake upon this garden You who belies life and lives For the wind in your hair Sing upon this sunshine You who decries truth and spies Magic in the air Golden opportunity mixed
Dreams are an awful thing, Mice of Men livin' on fantacy. Can't end well, only die brutally. Ignorance is bliss only when the alternative is this reality. Which way will fare the best?
I know I don't usually send things this way,but I wanted to tell you;
Drift… But not too far! As far as you can… It’s dangerous! It’s beautiful… You want to die? To finally live…
I cant be held because I am an empty space and even on the better days when I become this stack of brittle bones I wont let you hold me you know my lungs collapse each morning
to you, a year from now- when climbing up the lighthouse stairs you must always consider the pawn. all the puppets placed for a someday, whale
Happiness We all strive for it It is what we live for, after all. Some achieve it, to some degree,
How can I explain how I’m feeling? How can I say to you that I’m going insane? How can I speak of my desires? When your desire is for me to be a liar? How can I chill? When all I have in my soul is fire?
Back to school. Back to 3 am ice cream runs and coffee running through my veins. Back to word limits and pop quizes. Back to study groups that aren't really study groups.
Thankful, a short word denying a bond's regression a soldier fighting the war between conformity and expression When I wake I can Taste the salt in my tears
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
What is it that I have erroneously misplaced?Do I have leave a trail to retrace?Has my vision blurred?Am I walking life in a drunken slur?Do I spend too much time staring at the stars,
I am constantly bouncing, From one moment to another, Some happy, some not. I am constantly living, From one day to another, Some enjoyable, some not. I am constantly smiling,
1460 nights agotogether, we sit on top of a stranger’s washer and dryer our legs swing our hearts pound
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
This is all an eye opener for me Well in the MAN’S eyes As babies, we are taught several things before we grow WE choose what we want to be Then MAN tells us what we MUST do in order to be what WE WANT to be
Live in your bubble for a day Not for a lifetime Look up and see the world The world outside your own That is the world you live in Not the one you've created
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. (Genesis 1:3) A single drop of water creates a ripple in the pond, And the ripple resonates through the waters
le rêve et l'amour my dreams and my heart are flying free from the dark hope springs forth from an untapped well I see the light permeating my cells the world's noise
Dawn Approaches Bells shrill ringing alerts me to the approaching dawn. To lift the weary head off a pillow throwing off blankets that offer warmth.
We are poems. A poem is an artistic expression, Crafted by a mind whose only intention Is to see itself and its deepest conceptions Be seen by the world. A poem is a breath of life;
In our youth we are weeds Growing, unwanted In pots made for ourselves From the collarbones of giants. Tenacious, stubborn Stronger than flowers Who grow when invited And die when told.
I met a shy girl once. We were at a night club on a karaoke night. I challenged her to shots and she said, "If i get drunk I might be tempted to sing." "Would you sing if you were sober?" I asked and she said,
i was 18 when i learned to spiral out of control, when i learned what a car crash felt like and how it hurt to hit rock bottom and not want to get back up. i was eighteen when depression hit like a freight train, when i lashed out at love and lear
Days suck and people suck Waiting sucks and needing sucks But then there are Days and people and moments
Life has us all under a leash. We don't notice we're going under one simple routine. Everyone has one unstoppable destination. How long we last until we reach that destination? It's only known based on our determination.
I don't know... I can't shake the preening feeling... That I'm not really living... And even though it's not a physical pain- It's a dull persisting ache- And even though no one else is living
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face. No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise. He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace. When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony. When you lose to a fami
At thirteen I lost my reason to live, my sister, Virginia, became a stillborn My heart was torn in not two, but a hundred pieces A demon was created inside of my head I was told from others she deserved to die
So, there is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...and I want to experience it. Feel death just beneath my grip, as a lazy smile and a witty quip. Unfamiliar like home, somewhere nonexistent, where I don’t belong. Steel buses and late night rushes, clo
Why don't I just kill myself? Already you're worrying, letting out a moan And Questioning my mental health As you dial 911, Fearing that I'll soon be a dial tone
I am a girl, I think Sucking on the fingers of the sun and Crossing my eyes to protect my soul from demons I am the child of lux conception, I think The flash of HD illumination lighting my way into
My voice echoes off these white walls. I feel so alone. Actually, I think I feel nothing at all. The sun is starting to set. Damn, the sun is leaving me too? What can save my shattered soul? What else can I do?
True Living True living is working towards the life you want Accepting a discontent with the life you have
We are getting pulled on strings we wish one day to grow our wings. One day we would like to see what we are made to be. As for now be proud, speak your thoughts out loud.
Day after day You start thinking about what you have done You are exhausted And you wonder when is it all going to stop You work And work
In the night sky The star’s twinkle To the rhythm of my heart The man in the moon Sings me to sleep With the sweetest melody Made of light and convex beams Colors dance in the daylight
If you ask Google “what are the most essential resources to sustain human life?” Google will tell you that food, water, oxygen and a moderate temperature are the basic necessities for human survival.
When we die, We don’t need anything. We walk to our deaths as we are, With nothing to hold us down but a Small chain of memory wrapped around our minds.
Take away necessities, Phone, computer, keys, and car. Take away priorities, Without them you'll go far. Take away those who I love, I'll miss you but I'll see you soon. Take away my one true love,
You ask me this question and I fire back, Why? If you knew me you'd know this So don't ask me to lie. I'm not like other kids who want friends or family. I'm not like other kids
Time now for ghosts who are grand reminders of the lessons we learned from our thoughtful mistakes. They can follow us through our homes and out the door and onto the next.
It is my conscious will My want to always till A world that never stays still. It is my conscious awareness My life I impress On a world ravaged with tests. It is my conscious emotion
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing. If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils. But count the eyes first.
With stained eyes and blurry vision I tried and tried with much precision But no matter what I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t take away the emptiness I felt However, I did gain a deeper understanding I can barely articulate,
Life happens in an instant. No one is resistant to life’s great fate. Forget the gloomy end so near.
I’m seated in a comfy chair, he’s running his fingers through my hair, I’m thinking aloud as I write,
Living, What's the point? Without friends and family, Why am I in this joint? Without love, Without care, What am I gonna do? I simply cannot do this Without you. It's true.
Without it you wouldn’t be carbon-based.Without it you don’t have the energy to make enough ATP to move.Without it you sit in your room half-dead,that’s why certain words leave the air knocked out of you.
My child, look at me. You are so beautiful and precious to me. I love you more than the sun and the moon and the twinkling stars in the heavens. What happened to you- it's done,
A day of joy was for all From the past days of toils A happy day it was for him Seeing her and shake handsin fear Joy others had Parading parades with screams
I fantasize about silence, in order to have less.
I encountered Death On a day of nothing more. He stared into my heart Fiery eyes blazing. Death’s look was quaint and curious, Almost shocked to see my face. It was then I realized, I had
Dear No One,
The Earth, The Planets, The Universe. awesome Stars. Galaxies. The fact it all exists beyond my bedroom window. awesome I look into The night sky and think, "awesome"
Life descends upon us unawares living is a beauty so beguiling As a human subject to her whim how could you not embrace her smiling? To awaken with such potential
Fully Alive It's when a quart mason jar is filled to the brim, with black coffee and
It's worse then being trapped in a burning building,
My life is full of glaring screens, And I should possibly know what they mean?
you know even with all the pain in my life i still live each day and get through the night i must still be looking for something or maybe someone because if i wasnt looking you bet i'd just run
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
I saunter throughthe vibrant copseto absorbI becomeverdantI ama treeplantedby the rivers ofliving waters. .
I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be aroundsomewhereover therewhen I get back?
I LookedI looked for lifeon a dusty trailkicking a rock for milesand I saw a shooting star.I looked for lifeup in the skywatched the birds soarand saw shapes in the clouds.
Life is happening. In the city, in the wilderness, on an island, or in the desert. I spread my arms out to their farthest reach. Exhaling all of my fears and inhaling all of the joy's I am about to experience.
My sun-kissed hands wrap around this warm, steaming mug. Bringing this mug to my eager pink lips,
Gloom in Bloom Gloom in Bloom In happiness and tomb With treasure and help With hurt and yelp. With fun and sun With God and non Alone, in quiet My heart is ariot. Feelings are swelling
Ghetto babies rap their own lullabies because mommy just can't seem to hush their screeching cries For the love that lies within the cracks of her arms that enjoy being kissed by the needle of her one true love
2012 I am the subject of a tragedy. My dark brown eyes look down to hide the pain. The frown upon my lips urges you to turn away from me. I flinch at your affection, because I've seen 'love' hurt people.
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success. As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best.
Free From everything I used to be Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
The Day you Died I felt Nothing. It's not that I didn't care. No, I did. But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole. No sensation. You dead, I alive But both, in destiny, tied.
I honestly, Thought for you. No, Not of you. For You. I thought if I put myself, In your head That, It would be easier to get An answer. It was. It so was.
Hands swiping the screen Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
I only m
Living or Surviving?
It's a lousy life when you live to die Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry Living inside a slum Pain's sting starts feeling numb
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi. I just wasted 5 seconds of my life. 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I'm determined you can't deter me I won't stop going like I'm fuckin furby these irrelavent motherfuckers they can't hurt me I have a hell of a dream I gotta prove that I'm worthy
I think my life ahead in more than four or five paces. I think about the end. The finish line. It all ends in tragedy. Car crashes and infedelity. I write really sad poems when I'm missing you.
why, at the age of five do I ask myself "why"? Why does my dad tell me he has to go away for a long time? Why am I the only one left? Why does my mom speand so much time alone with her friends instead of me?
When all you feel is tired And don't know where you belong Like everything you've ever done Is completely wrong. How do you keep living How do you survive
Should I take a chance, or just fallback? I don't want to get hurt for my concern. I leave it all to God to tell me the way, but is it the right thing to do for my sake.? 01°30•15°
Every day is a gift, all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain Is what we believe others see in us. But through filters there is nothing we gain, It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss. Take away the photoshop and filter,
It is 4:43 am, & nothing feels rightI am tossing and turning,
Come up with a poem of you, they say. Who are you? What should we know? To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18, with the future on my mind and a reminiscent heart. My soul resides at home,
Everyone you meet - the ones that you avoid- these people are your reflection. See yourself as they see you, Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
I can see the world above
Every day I put a mask on my face. I pick out my flaws and try to erase The "imperfections" our society has set. Impossible standards that have yet to be met. So who am I behind the mask?
I can't breatheI cant growI can't reachMy aspirations are made in desperationin the belief that if I don't change my occupationI will become nothingMy excellence is irrelevant
A relationship with another human being is such an amzing thing
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned No matter your agreement or concern Poetry can be written by anyone No matter by paper or touge Your reason or cause
I sing form a well 30ft below Drowning in my own tears They hear me surrender
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
Life is difficult, Of course it is. Do you really expect it to be so easy? Life is cruel, It throws things our way, Things we cannot prepare for, and yet we make it through the day.
Pounding, bam, bam, bam. Slapping, bam, bam, bam. Hundreds of feet hit the cold ground a stampede of people all around Going, going, going onwards. And why not?
Rooftop sightseeing, while the sun goes down. Makes my heart starts to ponder, as the bird reaches it's high, and the breeze of the wind embraces me, then makes me feel the essence of positivity.
It all just got a lot easier And I don’t know why And I don’t know how But I’m not about to argue Because these last few days Have me smiling like an idiot An idiot that walks around in a haze
Where do I start Should I start with a map Or should I start with my Imagination
Being flawless isn't always easy. To achieve true beauty, you must believe that you can do whatever you set your mind to. I never let myself see the downside of my dream. You work hard, you smile at every
You are not invisible not in any way, shape, or form. I know you see things differently. you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking. You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
Free wind Free air Free fall with fear Can't stop Won't stop Fall Freely Fall I wish I could understand gravity... Not scientifically But the simplicity
Truth lies in the words we speak Truth lies in the words we hear Truth hides when lies are told
Who needs filters the constant judging of people who see
My life is a dream. Am I that image I see? I fear maybe not.
White, black, yellow, red.
College what a magical place.
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever I want to make an impact that would change the world There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
Age is but a state of mind, Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind. The true beauty hidden in plain view, To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew. A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
Where I’m From
Some may say, "Oh! You're name's Mahogany, that ugly reddish-brown color."
Change is all around. No matter where you go you can't hide. I have tried so many times to hide but I always get caught. People leave and some stay that is the way of life. I hate it. I hate it all.
There are things that people judge you on. My conclusion is that their opinions are wrong. All the bully's out there, no longer bring me despair. In fact, I found they judge because they've never been shown whats fair.
I remember the way the filters made me look, so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new. I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Don't glance at me with empty eyes, I demand that double take from fiery irises directed at laugh lines and a squinty-eyed smile.
But a speck of dust will I have been in times existence
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific, cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
This hallowed land, Where the ancient fell Our ancestors, enemies And friends They have died upon This hallowed land Many tears we Have shed Over battles lost With lives the cost
Seeker Stroking waves call anon, Restlessly seeking laughter and love Filling this empty air Clouds block the sun from above Refractions of loss plunder this mirror Timeless Time draws nigh
How can I tell you who I am? Through the snap of a single square. It is hard enough when face to face, Look closer if you dare. How can I show you who I am? With a simple crooked smile.
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
What is beauty? Do you know? Is it the brand that you rock or the girls you see in the music videos? Society has confused the real meaning of beauty.
They left you a piece of coal Take revenge by becoming a diamond And no diamond can be made without pressure. After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
More contrast here A bit of saturation there Is this an interesting way to stare? What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose? Does this shirt convey my knack for prose? It’s up to followers I suppose
Blissful years gently sway by I’m just dancing through life average life for average girl but one blistering winter night
I am like a man, flawed and broken, left on the hot sand to fry and crisp like a token. The shell created by social brutality falls away to reveal the shining soul climbing through harsh reality,
A 17 year old child applying for college, built for success, wisdom, and knowledge. A plethora of information has been deposited into him, But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
Flawless simply a word of perfection flawless what everyone wants. be aware dont be scared show ur inerself.let the be what makes you makes you flawless
Natural Hair, Natural Smile, No MakeupCall that #Nofilter just natural beautyMany will say why you look like thatYour response I just want to be me
It starts off small, feeling rising
I know tonight we had a fight
I am from Teddy, the brown nosed secret keeper, from the heart of my impeccable savior. I am from the impossibly high imperial castle that protected me from countless encounters with “el loco”.
Who am I ? Im a young black African American teen. The one who always gets in trouble. Always getting locked behind bars. Six feet in the ground. Or a bullet wound. Who am I ?
Who am I behind the camera? What do I see when the sun doesn’t shine on me and mask my imperfections? Who am I after I spend hours editing just to cover a few blemishes?
A shy, fragile boy;Curious to see the world.Dreams he is uncomfortablesharing with the world.Not that he is afraidof their ignorant opinions,But because he doesn't want
I see me one way. You see me another way. You see me: Short with brown hair, Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body, A face of an angel, Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
I’m the terrified freshman girl in a dreamlike state
Look in the mirror, what do I see? Without all my filters I feel vulnerable to it all. A girl who has wasted far too many opportunities, pursuing all the wrong things until she had to take that wake up call.
She's a different type of girl, under all that founation, eyeliner and blush, you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
I'm afraid of the dark A creeping sense of danger I flip on the lights There on the table Metallic in glow A skull of human proportions Box it up in cardboard Save it for another day
What wouldn't you see, If I wern't scared to be me, With out a filter.
What you see What it is behind it all.
It's amazing how moments and days,Pass away,
Who am I?
Without warning, it erupts. Like a storm it takes us by surprise, the torrent encases the strongest of wills. We watch as our lives are torn away without want. Screaming scratching clawing
What do you mean filter? I've always been too honest for my own good. Since I was little I never really tried to filter myself. I was always truthful with how and who I was.
Peel them off The false eyelashes that shoves glue in your eyes The fake nails that break off the moment you try to have fun One by one Wipe it off The lipstick that stick to your teeth
I feel it like the war drums of the natives
With a filter i am different Without a filter i am me For without a filter i am who i was meant to be Without perfect hues and perfect color But i am me, and not some other
I turn my face away, gripping my cheek. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I never do, I don't know how to make you happy.
I'm looking back and I no longer see anyone.
My third eye has awakened. It has been close for years and years. You know when you eye has open when the mind has opened. It can never been seen unless seen death at its strongest.
Im not like you. Im too much like me.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Breathe in then breathe out Pitch black The smell outside Is the smell of a future Thrown away into the depths
I’m not one who has an alter ego,a lie people create when they’re feeling shallow,an ideal to covet and try to uphold,when in reality they are much less bold.
Tati who has wings like a blanket and asks who loves him who is wind and a rock and a shoulder who is a trailblazer and an alarm clock whose hair is like the breath of a kite,
What is money without those you love Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove You wonder why the stars get coked up While there are people struggling to get coated up
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
Anxiety is crippling, Is explosive. I attempt to hide Under the guise of sleep. Yet slipping into my disguise I cannot hide- I am sought out. Anxiety cripples me, I explode.
Her morning turned worse And inside every detail would seem to radiate change Like oiled chrome paint with unexpected comfort The driver glimpsed ahead, Steering down, the expanding ride,
selfies reflect us, right? or at least they are what we want to be seen as. an edited face a funny pose loads of makeup a smile. sometimes these are all
Heart And Hustle I can do it.
Baby, I've been thinking about us lately, The way I smile when I'm in your arms, How you make me feel safe and at home, I just wanted to let you know, I love you, and I don't want to live without you, so lets forget about tomorrow, Lets forget abo
Every night I will Rise into the dark lit sky like a flawless star Flawless like rubies Precious as the red bright sun For the world to see
We are a messed up generation We hurt the ones that love us the most and love the people that couldn't give two shits about us Time has warped my view as to what the word "love" really means Some of us confuse it
Yes honey, I woke up like this Better yet, I was born like ths My confidence is hard to miss
I am a normal girl hiding behind a secret that i only trust a few with. I am a country girl that likes to get down and dirty,but i am a little shy.
Do you remember the first time we met You showed me Love that I'll never forget As time went by me and you got real close
You Can't Break Me I will Make Me Stronger Than I've Ever Been
Behind all that editing lies a young and beautiful girl, full of beauty and imagination
I have been told "Where there is a will, there is a way" When I grow old I want to see Christ walk my way I have been blessed with many gifts Somehow I want to use them
First, the feelings of unworthiness battle for domination of mind and soul They, seemingly irrelavent, are allowed in These do not want to be known from the outside So they hide themselves behind a joyful face
My motto is-
Start the day working. Whether it is on a car Or on a drawing. I work untill it is done.
If it were easy I'd be where I should be
Throughout my years, I've been broken down and I've been built up. I've loved and I've lost. I've changed others and I have changed. I've drank and I've smoked. I've cried
I have scars I have demons I have flaws But these don't define me What I have conquered, That gave me these scars, What I have vanquished, That created those demons
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
Who am I? The one who hides her Face behind her hair
Looking through my perilous soul I see nothing but a toll Is this me I see in this photo Or just a way to fit in with a motto Nothing ever seems the same With filters getting all the fame
It's not our fault if we feel this way,
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand I became my own friend and my own enemy I used my heart, my mind, and soul Death talked to me I shut him down I healed my wounds I only grew stronger
Small since before birth,
There are days where I start slow and finish fast There are days where I start fast and finish slow But regardless of how I finish, I am still standing Alive and Kicking, despite what life throws at me
I am a pile of leaves waiting to be affected by the winds of time; Scared of what the future holds. I lay here calm and collected, my emotions trapped inside; Bursting at the seems, my sanity is wavering.
Flawless sin Covered in Dark Skin
No pimple or pill popping Yet so beautiul the world's stoping Overweight and in the hood Smiling as much a could, because I can. Comfort over style Voice ringing for miles Feeling the haze of
Watching Christmas movies in July. Singing off key to the radio. Expressing my feelings all the time. Crying just to cry. Loving my dog like she is my baby. Lauging at the wrong moment.
Most of us defined by flaw use harmful words that make us fall But have you ever stopped to think that instead of these flaws making us sink They make you who
I am Flawless It feels like when I don't speek up I'm jawless I step up to the plate everywher I go; I'm fearless I would never hurt a living thing; I'm harmless I am my own man; I'm ownerless
I feel like crap In the mirror you can see The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep With dark circles surrounding my eyes I feel like I could cry Makeup can’t be seen in sight
My giant freckles are flawless. Now that I think about it, so are my huge feet. Hey, what's so bad about it? It makes me unique. Yeah I may be different, but that's part of the game.
I am flawless, though not everyone knows I am flawless, doesn't it already show? the media may try to convince otherwise
People look at me, and only see the bad. I do get mad, but that's only one side of me. Look for the key, to see what I really am about. However, do not be a snout.
thier is always something intresting from the how i live every day but for some reason every day is challenging day i wake up not knowing what is gong to hit me if its a curb ball or a dogde ball
I’m a content creator, Not a content replicator, But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in. But when I grew up, It turned up, That people liked me more when I was different.
Here I am. All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow. Is it slow?
I am me and me is I. Both the same person but diffrent at the same time. I is out going and loves to talk. Me is shy and likes to be alone. Both so diffrent yet both are the same.
She is alive
Everyone thinks they know me but really do they
i happen to not say the truth all the time i close my eyes to escape it all
From a young age, the objective has been beautyA beautiful body, a flawless face was what I aspired toMy course with preset to a perfect appearance As I grew, I learned my role well
If she told you she was flawless, she would be lying through her slightly crooked teeth.
You call me selfish when I try to be selfless.
Want to hold your hand, It's right there for me to grab, I feel close to you, I'd hate to see you go, don't.
The screen fades to baby blue, My heart expands to a beach ball. I did this. Me.
I am uniqu
My beauty is flawless It doesn't cost more nor cost less My beauty doesn't come from the magazines of Ebony and Essence My beauty comes from how I grace others with my presence.
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
I've lived in one house my entire life. The memories vibrating in the flesh of the walls.
Flawless wierd word twisted meaning im flawless because of my flaws the one every one notice
Fire happiness takes its majestic rule, Fiction tricks are gone for now Hours read, life slides. Thunder thrash, smells tinker, Muttering muzzles, gentle face Attitude foxes whine out, "Food, Food!"
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty. I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
Life is like a camera,
I swore never to cross oceans
"Are you the brother that lives freely?"
Life is a strange wonder. It's a difficult thing to understand. I am a strange person. I can't understand myself.
When I wake out of bed, I see a young girl dressed in red. Her brown wavy hair in a bun, Atop her head. Olive skin, and big brown eyes Full of honor and pride.
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today? And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay No. I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
You want me to tell you why I’m Flawless. Flawless, having no errors or mistakes;
Life is hard no doubt It hits you from every side There is no way out Death is no option It is for all the cowards Those who are not strong
I thought I was the flawless in the past. But now I realize that with the critiques and the mistakes I've made, I am flawless with a cause. I am flawless because I have flaws on the outside that teach me.
Once a man asked the crow, Why I fail all the time, Crow first laughed, Then said Kaw - Kaw... In our world, There isn't a word "Fail", We crow follow nature's rule,
Never did expect, for it to give up but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream; wishing my pancreas would wake up with Me and realize I still needed it. But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Gems and Dimonds and most of the lot are smeared and bruised by life's dirty plots so thus we gems so thus we diamonds work from dust to bring new light we are not perfect
All you do is bring me down. You told me I am ugly, a slut, a loser, and a monster. I am no longer the moster. I have finally learned how to accept myself, even if others despite me.
What makes me Flawless? Is it the clothes I wear, The shoes, my face, my hair, No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME my personality, my mind, my story,
Wake up hoping for a fresh new start, but we all know that wont be the easy part.
Simple and Nice Is what others see. A shy little girl; That's displayed through me. Quiet and calm; Like an ocean sea. You might even hear waves, If you listen closely.
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am I try to hide my true self I'm scared to show everyone who i really am I question if i'll be excepted So i just stay to myself
Flawless, What does it really mean? Some perceive it as perfection, Or what they see on TV screens.
Strangers that had a past. Enemies that had a bond. Two seperateminds, two seperate hearts. Trying Failing Hurting The force grows stronger But it never touches. Civil War of the heart.
I'm perfectly and wonderfully made
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
I wake up to a sea of white. Is this what society is preparing me for? Being marginalized as "that black girl". I expected more. Perhaps my standards were too high,
Wild Nappy Untamed and uncombed "A bird's nest" "A hot mess" "Mutt hair" Is what it's been called. The curls of a biracial child Is a snowflake in the winter
From the Clothes that I were To the style of my hair There a smile on my face That has no disgrace True me What I always want to be From the sweet sound of my voice
Sometimes life seems too hard for me And I don't care to carry on I feel like it has beat me down And wrote death's sweet song People try and figure me out But they can't find whats wrong
LIFE is EPIC
To strive and hold is what matters most The love we have sometimes hard to control We can fight and argue all day long But in the end we know whom we belong
Life is road heading to bliss... Some times smooth, sometimes rough. Sometime sad sometime joy... Don't give up hope in middle of road, Stage by stage, good or bad,
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery... Too fast and short, too bad too good, Different people different manners, Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
Who am I really? The true me isn’t wounded so tightly to a chair on wheels just to get from place to place. But walks everywhere with such confidence and strength. The true me doesn’t face new obstacles but new challenges.
This girl has a messed up family TOO MUCH COLOGNE is full of secrets SHOES has trust issues BLACK bites and BOOKS isolates herself. This girl is someone extraordinary She is a flame
Laughing Smileing Shy Sad Scared Angry
I can accept my mistakes Just as easily as I bake cakes. I can always move forward with my life, Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife. To bond with creatures Is not only in my nature,
Mirrors tell the truth, you see They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too. You can't count on people's words either.
Family… The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor Sadly though no one wants a family anymore From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease war is death to us all between god an angels the war is small to us love is all peace inposible war always untll we are dmned etween devils and god we're left for dust
I need to be flawless, For if I am not, I no longer wish to be here, If I allowed myself to become, You, Then I am no longer flawless, But I am, I am Me, Me, is a special word,
Who am I ? I'm the guy that loves the ccolor blue
"Up from the ashes"
Break away from everything. Are you aware of whom you are? Remember when you were little and you knew Exactly what you wanted in life?
You look at me with empty eyes The filter removed, no longer bearing the pain of lies Creative Trapped in by no faith Art Never to be seen by my own Hope Lost before myself
Is it true what everyone say I'm shy ,quite, lonely,sad Or is it just they don't know I am way more I am a girl that Is strong that been though a lot But still bouncing back
The outside doesn't matter, Even if you are a bit fatter. What counts is what is on the inside Please, don't be shy. Shout, scream, yell it all out Show them what you are capable of.
Flawless doesn't mean perfect, We let celebrities and athletes define it for us. Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws, You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
Beauty is skin deep For some that may be true For others its not how they look
We're trying to make it in this world But most of us are still poor
Silently angry of an arguab
Consciousness is the art of being aware of one's existence.
Society has changed a lot in who we are
what's the point of waking up each day when you know all you'll get is torment and life's one true love has flown away? just to see sunshine
What I'm saying is coming from the heart.
I was taught That no matter what happens I would never be "flawless". I was TAUGHT That who I am Makes me flawed. I WAS TAUGHT That being exactly who I am Was unacceptable.
When I first laid eyes on your goregous caramel skin, round brown eyes, and cheeky smile I nearly fainted And so did my parents I could not keep this love a secret I would not have it
What is life? Does it exist in the form of a blooming flower? Beauty and happiness dripping from its petals Does it exist in the form of a child? Ignorance and bliss keeping horrors away
The richest love from deep within trapped in the catacombs and left to die Lives longer, Shines brighter, Than these tedious old lies Meant for nothing more than to keep you satisfied
Do you think she knows? The way she moves, Giggling-groveling-grooving She cares too much of who approves. Do you think she knows? How she makes the world turn, Living-loving-leaping,
Im sometimes wrong, but I'm always right sometimes I win, when I refuse to fight Im not perfect , but who is? I'm gonna change the world with my words of encouragement see, look at me. short bubbly and kind
Perfect in the eyes of others; Flawed in the eyes of the mirror. I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
There are times when I feel ugly, not good enough, angry, upset, hateful, but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness, enthusiasm, feeling better, good enough,
I rarely see shooting starsPlenty of airplanes have crossed airways above me,But they just don’t do it for me.Being man-made birds make any possible wishes on them seem materialistic.
Expressing how I feel sometimes confuse me a great deal Can I understand myself? Or better yet can you? I dont always say what I feel But when I do I keep it real Anywhere any place
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
Silent and still in her darkness she observed The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed. The stars jarred and jerked Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.
I wish I could share with you the euphoria I get when I’m really, really high on life. It feels as if I’m apart from my body. It’s like a million birds singing with me,
I stand here to tell you of who I really am.
You wear a mask like me. We can both see it, But neither of us have the courage to say it. You always go above and beyond for me: You sacrificed your time To relieve my pain
Living behind the curtain of the perfect girl is tough Not telling anyone what is actually going on is tough I've been through a lot in my short lifetime A few years ago my best friend called me a slut behind my back
Independence; What I strived for at the start of my first breath. Eating, crawling, walking, talking, by myself. I longed for the day when I could be free. I felt so trapped
A girl with curls one may observe, but She has feelings, you see, as strong as a nerve.
Pay no attention to me; I'm just a memory, Just a child in a woman's body, a nameless face in the proverbial sea. But beneath the face, I'm a fighter full of fire and a scorpio.
My curtain is the very essence of my soul
Lost within You
I'm a laugherI'm a comedianI'm a jokester I'm a loverI'm compassionateI'm a hugger I'm a realistI'm a black womanI'm a journalist
I’m not who you think me to be; I’m not a sweet innocent girl, waiting or searching for love. I’m not a delicate little flower, waiting to bloom.
Have it your way. Or instead, let’s do it my way. Leaving you, to suffer, to fail, and To die. Leaving you to run into your own Enigmatic maze.
Who am I? Who are you? A mirror. I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
Why do I care what others think when I know I’m amazing?
every day the kids in the the classrooms hold conversations like it's no problem.
When your emotions are bottled up, Sealed away beneath the depths of your heart And past your soul, It makes you feel saddened, No one has ever tried to search that deep To find what you really are,
Secrets to my Flawless: The Real Flaw
If I cry or if I'm down My resillence picks me back up My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger My confidence is not found in a cup When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong" and that just does the trick
I may be short, but oh, do these legs make me stand tall. These legs, yes, MY legs give me the strength to do as I choose. And how I appreciate these wonderful creations God has given me
Wake up feeling FLAWLESS. Fierce, Living day by day with no fear.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel. A smile on your face, they tell you what to say. One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told. One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel. A smile on your face, they tell you what to say. One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told. One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
Why follow a crowd? Never have fit in with a pack. I've always taken the " small leap of faith" so they say. Natural hair? Psh I've dyed my hair so many colors natural isn't even an option anymore!
You can’t see me? Good I don’t want you to. I stand behind this curtain Behind this wall So I am away from you From your judgment Because you don’t know who I am. I am a great person
She sees it in their eyes as they decide and turn their backs. Tears trace black tracks down her stony face. Sadness sits on her like a second skin. She pushes it, past vein and blood and bone. Down
What’s said is done for you I have no control over me What’s said, what’s said I have no life of mine Dreams dreamt, time passes All I’ve done is to please you No life for me but to serve you
Who am I? Am I my Own Or one to live your own? Locked inside, kept away Where is this place I try? --Try to reach out? In the distance, --Where I see a glow? Shut out, shunned from
The world is filled with upset teens Burdened with the pressure of perfection. Always striving to be lean,
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . . Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . . Get sister, get home, get sleep. . . Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls. Overpriced makeup. It Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
Reasons why I am flawless: I am not. I have a dead rose garden buried in my body and a barbed wire fence around my heart.
French vanilla is what they see of me and has always viewed me as lack of sun is what they may say but African American is me all the way the background of my family is what I would
Breathe in Breathe out The exhale is a gust blowing the pain of depression out Bulimia catch the tale wind leave me please No you bring me right back to the beginning Momma don't drink
Your feet are too big Your feet are too small Your legs are too thick Your legs are too thin Your butt is big Your butt is small Be who I am Your tummy is so flat
Two sides of the same coin yet so different one puts a religious front and the other a complete non believer mother and father wouldnt approve thanks to them my curtain is locked fool proof
You (Flawless) She wakes up and starts her day Gets in the car and goes to school Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
She's afraid to show society what she's made of.
Beatuiful girl, who sits up high in the sky. Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs. Beatuiful girl, who sits up high in the sky. Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
It's true no one is perfect. But everyone can become Flawless. I'm flawless in my own way. I am Fanatical. I am Loyal. I am Accepting. I am Whimsical. I am Lovable. I am Enthusiastic.
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel , and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
The magnificent richness that is the human experience would lose part of it charm if there wasn't limitations to surpasr. Climbing to the top wouldn't be half as splendid if there wasn't a dark obstacle filled valley to go through.
Living is wanting more,always more; Wishing, not for appetite,but for illusion. Oh illusion, this is the signal of life; Love,that is life. Loving till you can give yourself for what you love.
To those who look nothing seems extraordinary a standard face, two eyes a nose, high cheek-bones
they look at her with big bright eyes little do they know she rages inside they look at her like she's an angel sent from above little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
*Note:The format of this poem was inspired by Frank X.
Grasping his cold, calloused hand tightly, My throat squeezed itself even tighter. I looked up with cloudy eyes and fading hope. His eyes glazing with his own tears, he said my name.
Why should I change..
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes. I believe you are what you think you are... Self-fulfilling prophecy
Today the world seems incomplete,
I see myself as people see me
The cleanest face, the whitest smile, the brightest eyes.
Flawless is just a word or so they say. There is no perfect women or man.
I look in the mirror and I love what I see
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, To see who I am and wonder if I need to change. The media shows us that we are inferior, That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
She felt the morning passing by, Sun lifted up in midday-sky. She heard the bluebirds start to sing, Oh what a frail, miraculous thing! Yet all these subtle presents missed,
That's me,I'm confident.
I Dont Do That!
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
Verse 1: Why do I fall when I stand why do I sink when I swim and why when I try these things never go as planned when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong. I want to be pretty. I want to be heard. Someone will always have what we want, but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own. I always thought, and thought.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
My portfolio Is my best friend. My portfolio Is my worst enemy. My portfolio Will help me pass Financial Lit. class.
The life we live, we never asked for since the day we was born we was assigned a book and everyday starts off on a blank white piece of paper called a page and every big event is a new chapter
He is the world to me, Yet he is so much more to me No one could imagine such a lovely face He's just so beautiful in so many ways "There's nobody like you girl" I'm just so glad that he came into my world
I won't change my ways Living is meant to make flaws But I'll grow from mine
When in life, In times of strife, One must be a leader. Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak, Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
She rides the bus every day to school, and people tell her she is uncool. Every day she eats lunch with the teacher,
Finally realizing I'm imperfectly perfect.
Delicate as a flower, precious as gold. Pure in heart, blossoming white as snow. A mother's first born is a flawless love. To have and to hold, to fly away like a dove. Family by fate,
There are little ple
When I was born, I was born as myself. A unique little girl, Unlike anyone else. I was one of a kind, Someone very special. I was in charge of my life, The queen of my own world.
Im not a pefect girl; Never have been, never will be. With this statement,
People will hate on other people They will put them down and make them feel like nothing Just because they don't look a certain way or dress a certain way
A friend is somebody
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy I stand in the absence of men. Fears of course are not lacking And regrets I continue stacking. Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
I am the girl with all of the coolest clothes, and the most friends in school, the girl who everybody looks up to, and the NHS scholar,
Everyday I walk through this down trodden Earth.
I've heard that life isn't worth leaving. That it's selfish to take your life away. Why do we think that way? Has life taken us in it's death grip? Can we stand up, can we take the trip?
Breathe... As life passes too quikly, the whistle blows, the crowd screems! Silence... All you have is yourself in the end live for what you want not for what you have.
I ride with the waves
No one can know for sure what it's like to be me, to be her, to be him No one can know the feelings inside
Still children Babies really Trying to play at being adults Anxious for the future Sorry that the present leaves so fast Here we are Still children
Someone may ask What uplifts you You may say something obvious Summer, friends, food, family, your significant other But rarely will a person ever answer, life
I say Knowledge is key
Living While Winning Life with barriers your losing, Life with insecurities your losing.
What's special about me?
My life, my ways, the hurt and pain i feel but how my happyness is great then anything
I stare into the mirror and look back at myself
“The Prosecution Rests” This room gets smaller by the second. I swear that my winter-wear was underestimated. It seems cool when you’re on the outside, but as soon as
Just because you're alive, Doesn't mean you are living. Not even if you shout, Or your feet keep moving. Living is more, Then just a daily chore. Embrace it, Love it, Stop making it a bore.
EMBRACE LIFE Everything Happens for a reason You can go through bad things or Good things If you go through bad things Just Embrace it If you go through Good things
Though your pain, can last a while Sometimes, you just fake a smile. Doing things you shouldn’t, And you originally wouldn’t.
So many lessons cannot be taught but experiencedLi
What, my friend, is life you ask Is there any meaning to life Well, there exists much meaning At least in my opinion Life is like an adventure With many twists and turns It can look good some days
depression is something
written December 2008
I woke up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a friends house. It's my 16th birthday. A huge milestone in a young persons life.
Let the ev
Just a shy girl waiting Waiting to be noticed.
I wake up in the morning. It's six o'clock and I'm yourning. I get up out my sheets trying to scavenge something to eat then I gotta brush my teeth. since i ain't in a rush I wait for the bus
At some point All of this Will fade. This, too, shall pass And your best laid plans Will go astray. The road will curve, The fork long behind- You will question And doubt
Broken roads engulfed with rubble A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing Who can stand to face the trouble The hearts that burn, spurned Eager to face another day, wanting
In our world today
Coming in brisk shadows Living in the dark corners of my mind Bringing light into my world As you take me away Pushing the sails with your gentle hands While thrusting the tides with your warm air
I’m human clay. Burnished and molded, Sculpted and folded, Fired and dry, Broken, But not remolded. Grated into dust As fine as the sand Worn down but not worn out
I find reasons to love you, I find reasons not to love you.
Dawn is upon us The blue sky, the beautiful roses Let us be appreciative Of these gifts through our choices.
I stand in the midst of this madness The deafening sound rings out like a siren The silence it crushes my lungs I can’t breathe But words still escape from my mouth. I stand on my own two feet
I am young and I love to live. I live for what is right and just,
Heart broken by many Body used by all them All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
Losing a loved one is no dought depressing All the while you've known them they've been a blessing At first it may seem all that lies in store is the unbearable pain of bearing them no more
We are not bound by blood yet nothing can separate us I do not know you since birth yet our energies tell a different story
Is Living that hard?
our lives are turning over washing away the guilt left over from when you're finally sober like an omnipresent rinse cycle yet still you foil life by kissing to a false idol you know
I see you
Give me hope Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past Give me hope Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education Give me hope
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land. The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger to their nearby relatives.
Crystal rose, You reflect light so beautifully, But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt? To hold no fragrance, To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze, To only be a sturdy copy?
Tonight I have never seen the stars so bright So vast, so full of light I lie on my back, a frail, pale hand reaching toward the heavens Counting the stars, numbering in sevens.
I was born a blank canvas, nothing but white surrounded thier eyes. i was aweful to look at. All they felt was pain and despise. something was missing from me, and then i understood.
The wind beats me down
The words mental hospital
The words mental hospital
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence. I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
When I am left alone I feel as though i'm fake. A clay sculpture that can't live a mistake no one can fix. What it has done to love, a wound never being healed, only getting worse,
Life itself, Is our biggest challenge, yet our best competitor, which makes us unbalanced As children, Were born with “life” as our Inspiration
Gazing into your brown eyes, your hurt, your shame.
I want to disappear, fade out to black To become one with nature The calm, the tranquility, the comfort I want to be lost, hidden in the trees
What does it mean to live?We eat, we sleep, and we breathe.We do so much.But for what?
Today stands still and Yesterday runs away…
A tsunami sent by one line of text Adrenaline floods my veins- emotions are drowning, tumbling just trying to catch up with my brain My heart jumps, flips, flies out of my chest-
Fresh blankets of darkness settle across the stone cold ground Eating away at the blinding light trying to break its way inside Not a movement is made, not a sound is heard …Just
Another one gone, but I don't pray for them, not for their broken bodies, or their short lived lives, I pray for the ones left over, those they left behind, broken in spirit, I pray for Brit,
While living in a refugee community for fourteen years, I saw many issues that needed to be fixed to make a better world. Many students weren't even allowed to be at school, and many those allowed, didn’t want to go to school.
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species is a recklessness(and something deeper) that only a soulcan know; I wonder how many? How many sparks(between the lines)
I’ve found Uranium and played with it. I’ve been to the top of Mount Whitney in the freezing cold. I’ve studied petroglyphs in rocks. I’ve gone through caves that most people don’t know exist.
Im making my mind up to express. Living this way is just a mess. Laughing at nothing Is funny when its serious. Im Living life to the fullest So im a gangster. Living is dying.
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
I smile brightly for the world to see So they can know how great I have lived Knowing I do not grieve about what I did With no pain, no hate willing to give Hoping someday I live for something great
So you mad Ms.Teacher I've made it to the twelvth grade. Exspected to fail. But look how much you get paid. So you mad Ms.Teacher? Your life isnt filled with my struggle.
Have you ever seen someone going through a anxiety attack?It's not an east to thing to witness. Their body tenses against their willThey shake and cry with no cause or relief
We wonder upon this vast planet we call Earth,
Life has Something, Something to fill it. This Something will fill it to the brim. It will also stretch life to the longest it can be, Without, of course, making it thin you see.
Change changes the page Of the story I live, Rearranges the stage Of the performance I give. Swiftly sifting the sands Of this time, Surgically snipping the strands Of my prime.
The sounds of a sweet bird; lively, buoyant, and free, The sounds of a bitter bird; bleak, melancholy, and confined.
It's a rollercoaster, it's a rat race. To where? you say. Our lives entangled in the rapid pace, sempiternally caught in the fray. Watch the haughty businessman,
In the end we are nothing but bones- it’s funny how death and time ride a tandem bicycle (time always steers- as impatient as always- death always pedals- ever present-)
Cast over me, a sheet of confusion and foolishness, and yet it took more than one rude awakening in my life to help pull this sheet off my head but I still wonder why do so many tragedies had to come for me to finally understand a part of life.
I knew a girl, once long ago,Who had a funny way about her.She drew you in and led you on and left you hanging.She was clever and innocent and unsuspecting,With silver in one eye and a shard in the other.
Jugular venous pressure is estimated by positioning A patient’s head at a 45-degree angle. When the veins in the neck Are swollen as high as the angle of the jaw, Blood pressure rises.
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life, his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years. Protected by his shining armor of ignorance, he was untouchable.
It's an electric impulse That makes you turn down the road Which had been unknown to you before 9 watts made you think Different is new New is better But if you had known
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
Can you see her? can you see the acid rain falls from the skys, every time she crys? She walks through life with her head held high,
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
Day by day i live for what tomorrow can bring, grasping at hope as if it were the only vine within my grasp as my body sinks in quicksand. Knowing not where i am nor where i want to go, i remain in freefall, closer to the ground each day.
I write because I’m a bird underwater my feathers yearning for the day they become gills my wings learning to swim since the day that I learned the human race kills and then rebuilds their cities with the bodies
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me. If there's only one set answer, you see, With that, you could fail indefinitely. Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
To begin something, with a blank mind to begin somthing, where only time can tell you if it's what you thought only time spent, to figure what you've bought. Most people never begin,
I am an adult in a child's body,Borrowing Mommy's risque red lipstick,Wearing her sky high black heels, andStrutting around with her cell phone in my hand.
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably. The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long. Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
Stepping to the beat dancing in the silence swaying in the stillness standing in the storm step by step walk the walk talk the talk trail the sidelines crossing pathways
I love nights like this when the sky is opened into my window and the world comes trickling in. I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin and it's okay because yeah I'm not so tough as I look
Loving; Being kind; Laughing loudly; Listening silently; Giving hugs; Observing closely because you never know what you might find...; Standing tall; Seeing clearly; Breathing deeply; Feeling Something; Remembering joy to smile; Sustaining yoursel
I tooke a pth most wouldn't its calm and familiar to me although most would disagree many can't handle the path i take in life filled with darkness but light all around
Hit the floor running, that's what they say But there's only so far you can run In this bricked up place with these tiled floors filled with sickness, sad- ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me. Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me, Pushed so hard I believed they were my own, Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
Life is a beautiful thing Though at times it can be hard No one is ever promised a diamond ring Or is ever given a Pass Card Some people leave this Place too soon Leave by cancer or accidents or harm
For $10 an hour, I am a shield. I will physically put out a small fire, Stay to the back as a crowd rushes before me. I will wield the fire hose and perish in my theater.
A withered child lost in her thoughts, hiding from her memories; everything she’s not Broken dreams; family ripped at the seams, bills unpaid; not enough food for the bones paved
I see faces each day The same faces that pass by the same way Nothing, nothing is all I say My lips quiver but my voice is nothing but a weak mocking squeak
Spic spac rickety rack you're the talent, I the act aim to please but crowds of one good for the soul, our makings of fun You burn so bright day after day I'm the doer of deeds, of passions so gay
I find what my life means When I take time to multiply my success n not my dreams You ask what does that actually mean Do I give up on my passions for social standing and money schemes
She has magic in her hands The wand is her pen She delicately draws the lines Then she eloquently makes them refined She doesn’t do it to waste time She does it to clear her mind
Oh, how hopeful is the statement what if. Looking into his eyes, thinking what if. Laughing together, believing in what if. Holding his hand someday – oh what if. Walking down the aisle above the clouds of what if.
Welcome back, it's been some weeks baby I know your mind's way past crazy I know you don't know that I don't know your thoughts But today, we figured it out and honey...you're so distraught
All my things jumbled because the mind is not: and I’ve nothing to reference, so am I truly me?
We are taught In this life To keep breathing To continue with moving motion Of our hands correlating with our feet parading helplessly through the streets of wherever it is we call home.
What is wrong with the world?
On the first day we met you became my reeve, It was the color you had shown that was perceived. It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red, You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
That night The earth smelled so rich And inside I ached. Loneliness, Even though so many people Were laughing. I was grasping night air With my fist And wondering why
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being… Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
My heart is a gun, held by a coward, Drawn but not loaded, it might even be broken, But I still hold it. When my mind's gone, it's my only power, Giving fake hope when my cards are folded, Just for a moment.
She spins around in the meadow Hands outstretched, dress whirling around her bare legs. Her eyes are closed. She spins and dances on. Small bright flowers dot her hair She wears a simple white dress
Northside Hospital: Atlanta, Georgia [Dying Woman Isolated]
Darkness falls and all are sleeping All but one At midnight a door opens to the night Two bright eyes peer out Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
Skipping lines and skipping parts Do you know wherethebegginingstarts Feel the constant beating of your heart. Then all of a sudden. It falls apart
My Life My precious life, I live each day, I work so hard, and try to play. A simple, meaningful, conversation, Leads to joy, and true sensation.
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain. Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
My fear consumes me. I'm torn on the inside. Should I stay for you, Or can I run for me? I feel your soul filled eyes, Staring down and judging. After my past with you, How do I change me?
Manda tu luz y la verdad que me dirijan por el camino correcto Por tus moradas iré sin temor a nada porque tú eres perfecto Publicare cada detalle del amor que tu medas tesperare y te alabare más y más
I am in pain, From my head to my chest, Nothing has changed, I always tried my best, But it did nothing, I don’t belong here, I am something, But I can’t shed a tear, I am in pain,
Everyone was born with parents, How long they stayed is different. Everyone once had a home, Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm. Everyone once held innocence,
Sun kissed rosebuds grow over dreary old benches quiet pairs to hold.
My knees are weak They begin to tremble From fear of deceit My body longed for home, that was calling for me. How did I get to this point ? I feel like I've lost all hope, stranded I was.
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage. He’s building up rage Within the days He’s been spending in this place Where he’s stuck, Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions That his demons brought