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Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
she barely drank the poison, barely tasted it at all.
she walked home a little dizzy, suprised she didnt fall.
she snuck through her window, afraid to just walk in the door.
I don't know why I like the things I do,I especially don't know why you disapprove.
The moment I smile and claim my happiness,
I am one person
In this world
Nobody to play with
Nobody to talk to
Nobody to look at
How Can I Smile?
If there's no one
In this world to be with
I am all alone
At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder
Thinking about what could have been, of what will be
Countless fears drag me under,
The thought of resting lost to me
In untamed world of nature shown
The hallways and lockers all look the same
But it seems each different person all seem so vain
Each day and class was the same ole norm
The teacher with the short brown hair was such a bore
I want to tell you a story about a girl. This girl was beautiful. She was skinny. She was everything you would want to be. But she wasn't happy. A frown was permanently etched on her face it seemed. This beautiful skinny girl once was happy.
mommy, you're broken.
i hear you at night
your bottles are clinking
it fills me with fright.
mommy, were broken,
this family i think
the yelling seems constant
we continue to sink
The wind will blow away my sin
Copper devils wait in the tall grass
I walk on doves feet across the clouds
Fallow my feelings little fish
Sing about rain
I sometimes wish I was a monster
I feel it every day
Breathing on my neck
I felt it yesterday
When I felt like a wreck
It's all around me
Inside and Out
Is anyone there to see
Or here me shout
I don't write for them
The world is not my audience
These lines are not gems
Poetry is not a science
I've looked at the tips of Icebergs
Of various dimensions and shapes
For only so long my wonder can remain concealed
What lies beneath this monstrous piece of ice?
I can't believe this is it.
I can't believe it is here.
I can't believe this is my senior year.
I have lived with these imbeciles for years.
I can't believe I'll finally be free:
Be free to finally be me!
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck.
as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck.
As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
You feel like your alone in a cruel place, wanting to leave you'll do whatever it takes, but at the end of the day, you know it's inevitable, that your basically alone in this world; invisib
t's 6:00a.m on the morning,
For a day that's prolonged, aggravating and boring,
You're tired, and exhausted,
These are the years of our lives that are the most awkward and stressful,
I haven't ever told anyone this
But I'm scared to look,
In the mirror anymore.
I'm scared to raise my eyes to see the reflective world,
Because the one I see,
Just isn't me, her eyes are black-colorless
There is nothing above me but white and blue
They took an oath of protections
and we gave them are trust.
Yet in the end it's those we trust our protectors.
That are our demise.
Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries
Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight
Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor
Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war
Though I study hard and long
People have questioned me all along
Adminstration always asking
And Parents always nagging
Let me choose the path I want
Let me choose the path I want
May 15th
Nothing can change my love for you.
Everything just happened so fast.
I wonder, what if I knew,
before you became our past
just who you were?
Once again I am afraid to face this day
The day you left without returning
A man on the streets
Holds a sign saying, “Freedom!”
But what does he want
This man with a sign
I am independent, strong, and ambitious
I’ve got goals, aspirations, that are oh so vicious
Because I don’t hold myself down, I keep myself up
What could be is what can't be.
Acting is a dream that i crave
To be able to give the gift of laughter
To be able to bring happiness or sorrow
To be an escape for those who dislike their reality
I hate what oppression has done for my group.
"Maybe you just haven't found the right man yet."
I hate what oppression has done for my group.
"Who treated you wrong?"
Cold, heartless, maybe thoughtless?
Maybe she's just smart, and she never flaunts this.
The quiet type, not one to be involved,
with the stupid things that matter, not at all.
Don't be a brat! BAM BAM Stop being stupid! BAM BAM You need to learn! BAM BAM Don't fucking talk to me!
What would I give for a moment of peace, a moment to feel, a moment to breath, a moment to not hear the voices in my head yell constantly
your
NOT
good
enough.
Your not worthy of love, only pain.
Growing up in a rural town, a child is planted in a foundation based on a few societal beliefs
That God is the only un-defyable truth in life and societal obedience defines your worth
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house,
I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.
I used to think "This is where it all ends",
But I looked past that and started to ascend.
A: School is for fool!
Let's go to the pool!
Kick the stool,
And grab the tools!
We can make our rules,
And make the girls drools.
Do you want to be cool?
Sitting under the Christmas tree,
Watching reindeer grazing in shade,
Red fruit and green leaves glowing from far,
Waiting for Santa clause,
Come and fetch give to kids,
It's said that time will heal all wounds, but there will always be scars. I never thought that hearing the worst news, over and over, would ever be so hard.
The best things in life are given, wisdom, love and peace. The goal is bending without breaking, The answer is to refuse defeat.
Death is inevitable.
Alone in the universe with nothing.
The end is vague.
Not defined, or labeled, individual.
Beliefs, religion, gods,
Designed to soothe.
From the Earth, and back.
All alone, trapped inside a hole that only I fit inside
Gasping as the blade touches flesh, the blood suffocating me
Rising higher and higher not to lower like a tide,
Thats when one knows they're dying
My heart aches
My soul screams
When I decide to take
Away all my hopes and dreams
I jump at the sounds
Though all I hear are songs
I keep hearing the pounds
As I try to prolong
I am more than the puppet in the photo.
I am more than the papers I write.
I am more than the family I've been given.
I am more than the sheep, being suffocated by the flock.
Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...
Went to friends and colleagues,
they said get rich; enjoy luxury,
pleasure is the mean of bliss...
Not really!!
Inspired by Maxwell
Separated…it’s only temporary
I keep asking questions but no one will answer me
“Sir, wait outside, wait outside”
I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
I know the feeling quite well.
It’s really good at festering
And yields bitterness
Disinterest
Disdain
A little bit of hate
Folded and sealed
In another envelope I haven’t mailed
Dealing with this sore wrist from my heavy writing
Another headache from all this heavy thinking and questioning
Behind the mask
I have been stripped
Stripped away from all that was mine
I am just a plain face
Left out in the cold to wither away
My eyes fill with tears
I am a souless soul
love is a soft, and strong feeling,
We can feel it so right or so wrong.
It makes us smile, and make us frown.
Love can last for ever or for a day,
It makes us wanna run or wanna stay,
Its a job to do the bible said to meyou either work now are you will never be free Working to get to heaven is a job for eternityIt's a job to do the bible said to me
A child grown up in a world of woes, At times it filters from her head to her toes, But this girl--is not on her own- Swept from emotion to emotion along the coast she travel, In a world of misunderstanding and suspicion she walks, But she tries
Because you must know, I love my work
I love my work until I start to read it
I start to read and I only frown
I only frown for I fear it’s no good
Fear it’s no good to other people
What if on a night we have a dream
Not the ones of make believe
We capture nothing on this night
Our darkness submerged in our night
What if we could not make a sound
We find it true we met the ground
You act so tough,
You act so brave.
But really,
you are the empty beer bottles
that you used to hide.
you couldn't face the world
with who you really were.
you had this foundation
We all live within the pursuit of hhappiness/
Waiting a fine line between poverty & calamity/
Looking through a blind success, pick your poison as we fall through Amity/
PEACE
I will die in peace
Before I die in vain
I will read the instructions
Before playing the game
I broke up with complacent
then engaged with change
What am I?
A various jumble of bones in a bag
To be hastily treated with care?
Or a dot on a map under one country’s flag
I want you.
I want you so bad to be like her.
To remind me of the times when I had a smile and everything was fine.
A single seashell on the beach
Waves overwhelm its speech
A single tile to the mosaic of the shore
Listening to the ocean roar
The waves beat against the coast
I can't sleep,
too much frustration on my mind,
Can't seem to sympathize with the decision made,
Wilson not charged, no justice served, he's free,
Mike is dead,
Are you telling yourself that you need to change?
Why, are people causing you pain?
Saying you want to be part of the"in-crowd,"
Don't, instead just scream out loud, be proud.
Do people tease about your looks?
O’ childhood, you are gone like a feather that blew away in the wind.
The years ran by and took away my endless carefree days of playing around.
“Why did you sprint so fast and where did you go without me?”
O Earth, will you not rest?
Shifting your plates violently
As if trying to wipe away the junk
You fell city's, as a logger fells trees
You bring even the mighteist skyscraper to its knees
Here I am day after day wondering if he will come. I eagerly sit a the kitchen window waiting for this special person only to get stood up every time. I call and call but no answer.
The things I hide
From curious eyes.
Oh, how they wish to see;
But I can not show you the real me.
I’m scarred,
And broken,
And long outspoken,
Bruised, and hurt.
Help!
I’m trapped.
I’m being held inside myself,
I get asked…
Are you a boy?
Are you a girl?
What are you?
Why do you dress like that?
What is wrong with you?
Why am I different?
Why am I shunned?
Words you have said with no intent of apology I am stunned.
Like a bee your words stung.
I was a princess, now I feel homeless.
No disrespect intended.
Silverstein wrote a poem
I like to think just for me,
If I died tomorrow
Would you miss me?
If I died tomorrow would you think twice about the good times?
Or would all the negative and bad times be in your minds
The Words of a Lonely One
The words you so often hear
"Be strong, be confident"
They don't mean anything to the lonely ones
Death, the end to all beginnings and the beginning of some unknown extent.
Death, the answer to all problems that arise out of life as they never seem to end.
The yearn for love
The learn for someone to have hope in you
The yearn to receive love back
The yearn to mean the world to someone
The yearn to become someone
The yearn to have a stable home
The angel of death is so very wise,
because the angel of death
has taken so many lives.
So many husbands,
so many wives.
To death do us part
but the love stays alive.
To many emotions to count
lost to mangled words
and a twisted mouth.
Butchered by hate,
murdered by fear.
Kept hidden by masks
worn every day
to keep the rest of the world away.
You determine your success
your life is up to you.
Hard work, dedication, determination.
Till its the only thing you know.
The struggle is real
struggle is the only thing you feel.
In the end
What will happen when the world ends?
We ponder on the past
What about the future?
We judge by what is apparent
What does that say about us?
Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
my room is crowded with feelings,
and all i feel is alone.
my family and friends, they just pretend
that this house was ever a home
my mother, she really does love me.
she's the one who tends to my wounds.
Loud obnoxious talkative laughter
Eyes wondering in a motion of chaotic fashion
With no awareness of the stage's scamper
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare
And Death is no Bard
So what sense can you give me?
The condensation of expelled expressed emotion swirling my window pane.
Making the portal to another dimension shift ajar, to one which is much more comfortable.
Congratulations.
Success is in the palm of your hand.
Meanwhile, my palms are sweaty and my heart beats at a rate you wouldn't understand.
Everything seems bland, since I don't give my colors a chance.
Transgender
A word that brings Fear.
That brings dysphoria, confusion, invasive questions
Fear of entering another's home and being attacked
By their transphobic parents
Freedom is a word
that makes you think
of the past,
where freedom was trying to be a word,
that everybody needed,
that everybody wanted,
but did we get it?
NO!
Ink
Black veins pulsing through ivory sheith
Giving life to souls imagined
Beating rythm into hills and rivers
Ink
The lifegiver for imagination
The breath of creativity
To refine
Sit up straight, read your books and do your homework.
Jimmy, don't talk that way, dont walk that way, dont sit that way.
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,
Calm, chill, charming,
That is what people see.
I present a facade of confidence.
Little do they know,
My insides are burning.
Most do not know of the fear,
The fear of the future.
In my Calculus class, a girl sat at the desk in front of me.
She wore a beautiful necklace; I had never seen one so clear.
A thin white wisp, spiraling so delicately,
lay in center of the crystal heart.
I was walking that day and I saw that little girl.
Beautiful. Happy. Smiling, totally perfection but how could I know?
How could I notice? She was dying? And all I could say was why?
From the moment I walk into the door,
Up runs a familiar face.
Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider,
A small rosy tounge drips with excitement.
The only sounds to be heard are
A picture is worth a thousand words
A thousand words that were never heard
Screaming out for someone to save you
You try so hard, but still no one hears you.
I've lost it, the cause is waiting for tomorrow
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!
I can see that you are broken
Liek a vase that's fallen off the shelf and was stuck back together with the biggest pieces
There are small cracks in you waiting to be filled with what you once were
Friends
They are the unity that brings together as one
Boy or girl, they are there for us when we need them the most
Each unique in their own way
The day I left behind childhood
I just simply stopped and
understood
That my playtime was done
And all the things I found fun
Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush
UNITY AND PEACE THAT IS WHAT THE CROSS BRINGS!
DESTROYING THE BARRIERS OF RACIAL TENSION AS PROCLAIMED BY
MARTIN LUTHER KNG!
A JOY AND PEACE THAT NO MAN CAN TAME,
ALL THROUGH ONE PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL NAME!
Work is work
I do my best with a smirk.
I work to be a culinary clerk
Someone who isn't a jerk.
A baker by day
An artist I would say.
I'm a dreamer forever and always.
Your so angry I wish I knew why, Your so angry, you actually wanna die, And if God gave you wings baby, I know you would fly, You talk alot but its not really ever how you feel, I wish one day you'd speak up and just tell me how you feel, How can
I just want to make a name for myself, a passion to support myself.
This shy soul has words never spoken before, In my mirror these words are constantly repeated, "You're so much more."
Silence is golden.
But talk is cheap.
Does that mean the quiet are rich?
And the social ones weak?
Then why is it that society
Places the price on the head
Of the one with a smile
And an empty head?
Sir no sir.
Please leave me alone sir.
Let me sleep sir..
This isn't rite please don't touch me....
I'm only 11; you're 50..
Behind the curtains i see its only me
But when i open up i normally don't shut
Trusting that one person to be your curtain
There are many rips and tears in my curtins
From the many years of children pulling on them
You told me
You told me the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.
But now I realize that not everybody has the same taste.
So your eyes partake of my identity and you spit me out of your mouth and exclaim
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.
Baby, you make me smile.
You make me want to run a mile.
Maybe even let my responisibilities pile.
Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile.
Just for you, I will exile
all those who try to be hostile.
Who do I write for? My friends?
No. My family?
No. My classmates?
No. I write for myself, and maybe one day
Ears across the globe will perk up when I pick up my pen.
I Am From
Showing compassion,
Caring for everyone
Even if you were my worst enemy,
I'd try my hardest to please you.
I am From
Being positive,
Depressed,tired of being called out,wanting to quit
Try balancing a 3.5 GPS while you play sports and trying to "fit in"
Sometimes I want to give up. But my parents taught me better.
He was there just yesterday
smiling at me
His black emo hair round his face
he wore eyeliner, guyliner he called it
he always had a smirky little grin
but i liked that about him
the way you move your body is so fly and you know what I like u and you like me you know you want me so come and get me I know you because you say I,m fly , yousay you want to kiss me
Bump bump bump
Bump bump bump
Do you hear that? Ah amazing
Beautiful, gracious, pure, dark light
It is so beautiful
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
These words cant even express my love for you
they can only entertain ones mind
We had many things in common
but was not common was our time.
when i heard that you were gone
i couldnt help but to cry.
Living While Winning
Life with barriers your losing,
Life with insecurities your losing.
I smile when I want to cry
I laugh when I wanna scream
You wanna know why
Because when I cry or when I scream
It's pushed aside like a child's plea
THE REAL HER UNEDITED!!
Once a pon a time
From as far back as i could remember there was a girl
I was givin a certain way to dress, look, hell even feel before I was born
so when I was told " Your not doing it right" it sounded to me kinda foreign
how was I was suppose to know, I thought this was me
Within a minute you are quick to claim your fame, in another moment you completely disowned it.
A rebel driven by a devil. Words of wisdom questioned, a world full of deception.
You're dancing fingers along fret boards, stopping on notes to stop my heart.
Writing me love songs from the ashes of past sadness as if its your job to learn the melody of my soul.
Is it?
As I walk along the shore of happiness
As I think about the people I've broken
I wear the mask on my face as a cruel person
Inside that mask is happiness and free-spirit person
Waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to breathe. It sucks
Not knowing where to go is confusing You're debating whether or not it to end it
Baby, keep ya head up.
They watch over me
Every step, every sound, every move
Then they ignore me
Not a word, not a glance, not a worry
I want to be free
I want to go out on my own
all i can hear is the ticking of the clock,
though i'm halfway certain there is nothing but silence.
i would much rather be in a trance than here with such a horrid creature.
you ignite my every being only to
Be original
Be you
Love thy self
And be true
Yourself is real
Yourself is cool
Yourself is beautiful
F*ck all the haters
Who try to destroy you
You're original
And thats good
Those thoughts in your head,
Came from people who dont understand
They came at you with comments,
That had you sad for a moments
Then you thought and questioned
"Am i really this much of a disappointment?"
I used to sit alone in bed and cry.
As tears streamed down my face I wondered when I'd find my place.
I'd think to myself "why do I even try?".
Days and nights passed and it was all the same.
I'm here to reach a dream
God, I'm here to come clean
I made mistakes and did the time
But I'm not fake, and this life is mine
I'm gonna shoot for the moon
Momma, I'll be back soon
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form.
like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose.
Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
My shyness stays behind this curtain in the shade of purple. I pull back the curtains to see the crowd but my hands put them back. I'm afraid to show my real self. I want to show the real me, but half my mind won't allow it.
Ice like fire
Salt to make heat
Pain to keep me grounded
Pain to help me see
Pain that forces
Tightened lungs to breathe
When it heals
Rinse, Repeat
Don't needa razor
Today I saw a homeless man, so I decided to buy him lunch.
He said with tears in his eyes that he had not eaten in days and said thank you so much.
In a sea of people,
In a crowd of friends,
Too busy to notice
Where am I?
I am alone.
Alone,
In a sea of people,
In a crowd of friends.
Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy.
Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive.
To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been.
Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
from The pitch of the notes
to the way the words form a quote.
Music is deep,a story to be told
different for everybody, young or old.
The way the music flows
from notes high to low
If happiness is success in life,
then what is dying?
Everyone's hyped up on the thrill of life;
few are ready to go.
And when they do, who's prepared?
Even the one's who've expected it
I can sit here and dread over all the negatives
Of what I'm not.
But it won't really change who I am.
Beyond the face there is a brain.
It may not always be right,
It may not always be sane.
Beyond the eyes there is a vision.
What I wish I could see,
All the things that are missing.
He's blinding almost,
he's screaming out,
"Let me go!"
"Take me back!"
"Let me go!"
and..."Take me back." again
Blue is where she found misfortune.
She's tempted,
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline,
fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts
the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart,
innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself,
gives in to the rage,
Under my sleeves there are scars you see
they were created so deep that they will never leave
constantly reminding me of how much I caused my family to grieve
under this smile you'll soon come to know
The way they smile
With their mouth and not their eyes
gives them a feeling
of being tortured in side
hiding under smiles of lies
causing them to question
their reason to continue to live their life
Everyone is different, thats why we are all here..
We make up this wild world we all hate and love.
But our likes and dislikes are what's craziness.
Some of us like writing and some of us like drawing.
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.
"Of course I'm fine."
'Please help me.'
"Don't worry I'm already over it."
'It hurts too much to talk about, don't you see?'
"I'm gonna be busy."
'I want to be alone.'
"Sounds like fun."
The night sky brings old affairsto trample my mindinto a heap of despair
The scent of your skinIt warms my mind, hauntinglike a shark surrounding
You see the pain in her eyes, behind her smile the fear she has. In the corner crunched up pouring out a river.
Come on down to Red Heads Resort
Drink the incredible wine. Hear the rumblings of music
All at Red Head’s Resort
There you can find
Many people from the world
Full of culture and stories
I sit here quietly
And my eyes go dead again
And I am in this house too much
And hold on a minute because I'm drowning
And nevermind I'm fine I just needed
A snatch of music
A lyric to embroider
As going into the tunnels of oblivion it's either kill or be killed
It seem as if the snow starts to fall just as the sky does
we run for the safety of our pack their have been
"Senioritis" , please stay away from me.
I have so many p,ans ahead of me.
I joined this and that,
but if you infect me,
I'm gonna end up lazy, as a cat.
I joined the Senior Call Officers,
How did I end up all alone?
On this island smiling
Yet we were all on the same ship
Did I get off too quick?
Am I just too advanced?
I just decided to put my life in his hands
Death destories peoples dreams
yet brings one to a world where no one can go.
Death touches where people cannot touch
for it strikes a heart many cannot touch.
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.
there nothing to fear except fear itself
except fear fills our every thought.
what on our mind, cloud our hearts,
our judgment and reasoning seems to part.
theres no clear path to think straight
We fought I left you didn't run after me.
I ran to fast, finding a path for me.
I threw the bottle and watched it shater.
I saw that one piece that shined and went after.
They don't know how I stay sane.
The rain that never falls, is the rain thats never cold to touch. the rain that you hear roar is the mightiest of them all. the rain that is never calm is the rain that is one of its own.
The curtain seems nice and beautiful
Filled with graceful colors
But there are a few things that seem unusual
Like a biscuit without butter
People come to ask her questions
And ask for some advice
its in my lonely
that I realize how I am frail and boney
how harsh I am to me,how my heart is stony
it is in my lonely
that I confront my phony
masks get dropped and the acting gets chopped
Singers Sing
Drumers Hit
Bassists Bass
Guitarists Strum
We SHOUT
We Cry
We Sing
We Dance To The Beat Of The Drum
They Hug
We Tell Our Stories
They Listen
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
I dream of a place
One distant, yet close
I dream of a face
With blue eyes and a sweet nose.
I dream of friends,
Friends I met long ago.
I dream this chapter ends
And I find a new home.
Ask for the truth, I'll give you a lie
You'll never know that I want to cry.
The words you said, they hurt like hell.
You victimize yourself, but know that you're well.
You've cut me deeply, much deeper than deep
We are taught to hide
Behind fake eyes
Fake noses
Fake lives
We are taught to cower
At freedom’s glance
Choices hands
Flappers skirts
We are taught to obey
Heart beats
extra two beats
every time I see her face,
She a goddess,
Not just being moddest,
Mouth drops fifteen inches
even when I'm fifteen inches away
How do you live with yourself?
How can you sit there and pretend nothing happened?
Don’t you realize?
Can’t you see what my life has become because of you?
Because I let you in,
R.I.P my dearest cousin Michael McEachern
There are so many things that you never get to say,
But when you can’t find the right words,
It keeps you up at night,
Oh, If they only knew....
It's never who they think it is
Those who would suspect
that you long for someone
I had a dream
that one day we really could be
what it is we really do see
in ourselves, in the mirror starin back at me
instead of what people wanted to see
I stand at the edge of my cliff
Soft grass carressing my skin
As I stare at the crashing waves against the harsh cliff
Sun dazzling of the crest of hundreds of waves
A beautiful last scene
To hold in my mind
I remember that night
It was bitter and cold...
The light had extinguished,
as if the sun had ceased to burn.
The darkness moved to surround me
Encircling my flesh and piercing my skin.
Gears turnin’ so fast they’re on fire, see the smoke
And breath deep lungfuls of poisoned air- don’t choke
Daniel Tosh treats it all like it’s one big joke
Distant drums are beating.
War is on her way.
I once wished for peace,
once prayed to the
almighty Lord for
a sort of sanity in mad times.
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
When I try reading his mind Its just a Big Question mark. When I examine his eyes He looks past me, And more focus on anonymous things.
When I walk with the moonlight,
Not underneath but beside it,
It whispers to me 'do not lose heart,
And then I go out and try it.
When I swim with the clouds,
Gliding through the fluffy air,
We all have our preferences
You and I, he and she
From our individual tastes
In food, friends, music, coffee
Friends may say or speak
In ways that influence us
Though, the result be bleak
The stars fall when she awakes
Another day of saddness and failure she feels alone Fake a smile like all is well she's far gone and no one can tell
Who knows what it's like?
To grow without.
We live every day
hoping to find food on our table
hoping to make it out of this world
a trailor world.
We don't look normal.
So, why do you hide?
So, why is it that you cry with a smile covering your face?
For why, do you cover what's inside?
Let it come as the frost that covers the ground.
No one undestands what it means
To be alone
To be ignored
To eat your lunch in the library
Hidden behind stacks of books
So no one can see your shame
To look at your feet when you walk
They say words speak life, What do do you do if your world come back and bite you in the back.
Do you keep your head up? Do you give up? Do you keep trying? WHAT DO I DO?
Have you ever looked around and ask yourself '' What am I do here?'' , you stand still, feel the air, hear the words, and you just wish
I was one in the dark, you know?
Following a pace
Destruction was its face
Tall and Slim
Dark and Grim
Too much to care.
The light
Was too fair
My itchy ears
Every day I wake up in the wrong body
The misconceptions it causes
make me feel less like a miss
and more like a mistake
WHEN
Can your eyes see for sure?
If the mind has blind fear,
......but if both are blind,
You don’t care it is all dead;
Really, in the absence of bright light,
Dear sister friend,
What is it that you see?
Are you not pleased with what’s underneath?
Experinces and opportunities like this do not happen everyday.
To be able to go places, see things, meet people, and spread wings.
Inspiration, aspiration, ambition,, courage, and determination.
Into flesh I am made to be
becoming man given eyes to see
a loving heart to spread love, you from me
No compassion,
And an influx of natural disasters.
That's what you are.
Our interaction are still not mutual,
I looked around for you until I could no longer see,
Then I realized that this loneliness would forever be apart of me.
The sickening trials of love and connection.
Some call it a hobby, a pass time, a distraction
From life, a world that you can create to escape your own,
I call it a break from reality when life gets rough,
A break from stress and the pain
Back then everything was so vivid,
I could remenber her face even though she had left.
The image was so clear,
its almost as if she stayed.
But now, only 5 years have passed
Do you see me
Because as the sky turns blue
And the wind stirs hot
You say nothing.
But your eyes whisper sweet loves .
The distance
Somehow so much,
I have decided
to substitute self harm
with my dental care.
The unfortunate part is
all I've got in the end
is multiple scars
and impeccably white teeth
that will never get a chance to smile.
Depression is not a "phase"
Instead, it comes in phases
alike the moon.
Sometimes, it is large and overbearing
demanding to be felt.
Eventually, it wanes
and I can feel the calm darkness,
Mother, I've been cutting
I stay awake at night
I often refrain from eating
I'm sorry if this gives you fright.
Mother, please forgive me
I've fallen in too deep
I can't live like this much longer
I never ate at parties
and the family started to notice.
I refrained from speaking
and the hushed concern grew louder.
I wore sweaters in the summer
and my mother was continously questioned.
your whole life reads like
a tragedy
and you couldn't care less
the time of day
but please if you just
hold on to me
you'll see there's more than
sad things to say
They call it unhealthy I used to disagreethat everything I used to do to mePut death right in my faceThey call it a disorder I can't say much moreEverything I used to hear was what tore
The voices scream their whispers at me.
Their haunting voices fill my mind.
You can't escape your own mind.
There's not amount of running you can do to escape.
Escaping yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Face bright red, heatbeat fast, palm sweaty and you wish you were dead. Social anxiety, at its best.
One
I walk above the earth among the stars
A mysterious man lifts the enormous weight off of my shoulders
He seduces me with sweet whispered words
Could this be love?
Two
The world is cacophony
One must shout to hear themselves
But if one has an epiphany
A grand idea for mankind's bookshelves
How does one let the world know?
Attention is hard to grab
Just like a clock i stand there
Watching, waiting, judging.
Hopeful that maybe one day you'll look at me
and not in angst or anger.
Maybe one day you'll hear my ticking as calming gesture
I write poetry.
Words in a page.
My thoughts,
My passions,
My life.
I write to connect with those who are like me.
Misunderstood,
Lost,
Powerless.
The words slipped from my breath so easily, that I didn’t even know they were gone. I was always a step behind the rest, but I never thought I would actually be left alone. The war is over but I’m still in the midst of a battle.
Those happy times when you were still around
to keep my spirits up with your support
and rose me up to stand on my own ground,
but now you’re gone, your life here was too short.
I open my mouth.
" I think-"
I'm interrupted.
I try again.
" Oh well, in my opinion-"
Again, I'm cut off.
I wish i could say this seldom happens.
But I'll spare you my lies.
They were a loving family says the photos covering every inch of the wall,
a small dog sleeps down in the living room while a growing boy slept upstairs,
Apart
And awake
We lie
Thousands
Of miles away
Thoughts crossing paths sooner than our physical bodies will be
criss crossing limbs
Hands smearing body oils
You, are a good actor.
Able to make me fall in and out of love so easily.
But I, am a good audience.
I've seen this kind of show before.
He asked, " What do you love?"
I told him," Love...Love is all I need"
He said, " What about money, cars and clothes?"
I said,
"I don't need those...Can I take them when I go?,
The monster inside me claws through every muscle fiber in my body
And I feel weaker every minute
Lacking expression, my surroundings drip cold and motionless
Like a thin stroke of paint on a dusty white canvas
Baby I'm not religious but
When I put the pen to paper I swear someone's watching
and helping to guide my hand through all the terrible truths.
If there's a God up above,
What makes me happy is my ability to overcome, I thank god everyday for making me as strong of a person as I am and being able to fight through the hard times to find that ending light.
If only you knew how much i needed a friend / i thought i gave you a hint when you saw a cut under my chin/ and you saw hate marks on my arm or when/ i use to laugh and tears would come out i would say your killing me ,but deep down like a din s
You know what makes me happy, I like laughter and people lauging, at funny jokes I tell my friends happily, when life goes wrong, we are again laughing, for life without joy is quite sappy.
Tell me everything that makes you you
all your flaws, so I can love them,
all your scars, so I can kiss them,
and in the night I will cover your body with all the love I
have to offer
There was a girl, graceful and free
She looked in the mirror just to see
If her hair was not in a big mess
To see if she looked rather stressed
To make sure her makeup was intact
With a great, burning passion
I fly high into the sky
Far above the clouds
Heading towards the stars
Following the wind without question
Knowing up here I'm safe
And am blessed with new freedom
Sometimes I wonder if they can even see me
Sometimes I wonder if they can the even hear me
Sometimes I wonder if they even notice me
Sometimes I wonder if they even know my name
#JustBecause you have an Opinion, Doesn't mean I want to hear it.
#JustBecause I'm looking at you, Doesn't mean I care what your saying.
#JustBecause I hear you, Doesn't mean I'm listening.
People ask who I was, who I am, who I used to be,
I wonder why ask something so stupid, so silly?
Who I am is hidden behind pain and mistrust,
for me its not easy to just give it up.
You say "write me into a poem" but the only poem I ever wrote soley for you, were three words you never wanted to hear. Three words that come out as a rush off the end of my tongue like a waterfall.
I was once an open book; my emotions and deepest thoughts were the cover.
One day someone ripped out my pages and tossed me into a dark corner.
Things fall apart and things fall together.
Promises that start with forever.
No one left to turn to, so here I stand.
Holding my fate in the palm of my hand.
A thoughtless grove is what i strole upon exsuse me if my words are'nt making any sence im just to far gone, im tryna think of the right things to sa
It had threatened me.
And with every ounce of it I loved.
It had hurt me so many times,
and I ordered it to continue.
Becoming so accustomed to it,
turned into my addiction.
riots of words ruining these dissolving brains
sometimes
giving up doesn’t seem so bad.
too many suggestions,
fifty-fifty-some sounds so right
the others all wrong
There are millions and billions trapped in a tunnel
Trapped in society's idea of and stuck in a funnel
of cliche's mediocrity and C'est la vie
We numbed to death and city causaities
Dont shoot
Torn between fitting in and standing out.
Torn between what's right and what's wrong.
Torn between agreeing and disagreeing.
Torn between family and friends.
Torn between who I might be and who I want to be.
Everyone is always trying to rush to the end
just to feel good about the win.
But what awaits for you as you stand in the line of people who want the same things as you?
It takes me too long
To look in the mirror.
Much too long
To look at my reflection.
Remember the times you called me
"Fat.
I found my long lost twin in France. Hanging in an art museum.
She is pale with long curly red hair. Like me.
She is a goddess, born out of a shell from the sea.
Not like me.
The world is filled with bitches.
Women got beauty confused with skin hanging out their britches.
Hoes, tricks, and sluts. No longer judged by the expression on one's face
but
what looks good on their butt.
Who am I?I'm the girl in the corner that keeps her quiet and to herself.
I'm the girl that has the crush on that one cute popular guy in school.
Dead and gone you may now be
Take your place among the stars
Our joyous, wonderful memories
Forever, dwell within my heart
Punctuating the end of freshman year was the annual four day Mammoth Lakes tripThe trip not only developed an appreciation for the natural world but also a profound discovery within me
They've got me plugged into the motherboard
and my wires are tangled like a telephone cord.
As my lungs filter in this synthetic air
I settle placidly into a glossed-over stare.
They'll ask me, "Why can't you be quiet?". They'll tell me "Stop talking", as if my voice reminds them of nails on a chalkboard. They say, "You have no filter ", so I'll let my voice drown out the negative .
The beauty of life can take you by surprise
If you look at it with caring eyes.
A smile, a voice that gives you chills, warming your soul,
As goosebumps rise to soak in as much of it as they can.
To be heard is one thing
To be understood is a whole other topic
I don’t want my words to be a fling
They need to be toxic
I want others to feel my pain
To grasp the emotion from the page
Had to close my room door because my thoughts were too loud, Or maybe …….because I’m too proud. Sometimes I refuse help from the ones I love the most sometimes I push close friends to the point where they aren’t so c l o s e.
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass,
As if it were not there.
But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass,
Lift you up and throw you into the air.
We humans, we rise up into the sky,
Are we broken?
Maybe, I don’t truly know
But I do know that when she yells out, louder than the rest
She leaves my mother asking what she ever did wrong
So many things that I wish we had known
You feel like a stranger; used to feel like home
I keep saying I hate you; you know it's not true
As far as I'd run; I'd crawl back to you
I don’t speak much.
I don’t chatter with classmates about boys and hair.
I don’t wax poetically about life and its delights.
I don’t grunt with anger or whine in distress
To random strangers who care nothing less.
I started scribbling down Words as soon as I could hold a pencilold Wordsothers Wordsmade me feel and move and cry and breathe Words
Why not?
Why not share?
Why not share Joy?
Why not express Joy?
Why not express Desire?
Why not express Desire for Joy?
Why not express Desire to share Joy?
Silence deafens here in God’s blind spot,
Can't do anything wrong, I'm
Too young but
Too old but
Too bold but
Misfit.
Miss fit.
Miss, fit into the box of what ladies should be.
Miss fit into a pair of size two jeans.
It's easy to kill a deer.
They're only animals. They contribute nothing to society.
Who cares if another one is dead?
It's easy to kill a deer.
They're worthless and have no value.
Stop! Do not look away.
I saw the way
You were leering at me.
I saw your mind working.
I saw the gears grinding.
I saw words and phrases
Flashing like lights on a screen.
I always figured i was nobody but i didn't expect you to point it out too.
I always figured i was nobody but who are you.
I always figured i was nobody but now i have other nobodies too.
For all we know
When I hear your voice I was captivated by it ,
All the men that have come to my life were unreliable
For you were the only one in which have seen me with different eyes.
The curves and the edges
The valleys and the peaks
All form perfectly together
Everything. Beautiful.
The ins and the outs
The dark and the light
When you saw me walk into your restaurant
I doubt that th first thing you thought about
was asking me what my preferred pronuns might be
Instead, what I'm sure came to mind was:
"Shaved underarms bu hairy legs
Sometimes at night I wish I could turn down the volume on my mindI wonder who hears the whispers that
They say there are 44.5 million of us.
Despite all the good, all I see on the news,
is the rough.
They say death is on the rise but,
so is the list of overactive activists,
determined to get this,
Man the feeling you get when your mind runs free
You do not like this feeling but it makes you want to get down on one knee
You just want God to take all of these overwhelming thoughts away, desperately you plea
I put my pencil to the page and sparks flew
as the sheer pressure of my thoughts
compounded with words to create an ephemeral sense of joy.
No substitutes for the attainment of euphoria,
the cute little steps you take when you walk
the sad face you make when I leave
the excitement you show when I feed you
In every action you take, you show me your charm
come herecome a little closer
let me tell you a secret,something no one will ever hearbecause frankly,most don't listen
When asked to give a description myself I never know what to put. Am I the sum of the challenges I have overcome?
I have a simple dream
To fly high in the sky
How ironic to me, it seems
As I am deathly afraid of heights
Yes you are sane
Parts of our brains
They work the same
I write for days
When you can’t find
A reason why
You’re acting strange
Yes I’ve dealt with
Why is it that people hurt themselves?
Physically injuring their bones, but verbally shattering their soul.
Why is it that people lie to one another?
Recklessly ruining the foundation of trust and spitting on it.
In the hallways of school, surrounded by unfamilair faces. Feeling alone, and as I walk through the lonely hallway, the only person I can find a friend in is myself.
It’s been three years
Since you left me here,
And everyone said time would heal
But they just don’t understand the way I feel.
I just don’t get how you let a drug have so much power,
Loud static
Never ending noise
Words drain like blood
But like vapor disappear
Walking right past without
Breathing the pungeont air
No reasons to stop and look
Disappearing with no memory
I don't write for the world.
There are a thousand Greats
A million Stars:
Socrates
Plato
Woodsworth
Frost
Their brilliance engulfs me.
I don't write for lovers
Or family.
A turning of the world on its head
Division in time, seperates me from
What I am, and what I'm supposed to be
Left on the table edge, can't keep it in much longer,
Pushed to the edge of my limits, can't give anymore,
Fear boils inside of me,
Step 1: You can't excpect anyone to love you until you love yourself.
You stuff sanguine knives into your stomach, pop pills until there is only dust.
My first question is......
Why me?
Only Me, Myself and I
Can't she see?
I think she knows
That she causes me great stress
But then I think about what someone says
In reference to my looks: I wait, weight, wHATE for the day where my eyes, the world's eyes dont see mychubbythighs squeezed into one size fits all? Five sizes too small for the ethnic girl with the wash and go curl.
Love is a state the disallows logic
you have not the luxury of such black and white
when you love, you love
Love is a state the disallows logic
you have not the luxury of such black and white
when you love, you love
She cannot stop, she cannot quit,
but sometimes she wishes life would just get on with it.
She tries to stay positive, keep a smile on her face,
but it’s hard when she has to keep running this race.
They told me it was okay to cry.
But these tears have left hundreds of scars
Auto-biographies written in my skin
All etched with the hopes of finding some peace
Because I only see war.
She is a rose
And I, her thorn.
What a wondrous thing
To look so beautiful
While someone else
Lies at fault
For your pain.
Define rape –
A four letter word meaning
She was asking for it
Her skirt was too short
And, well, she didn’t say no.
Define catcall –
A seven letter, slang term describing how men
College is the time to be free
To soar and be oneself
To explore what the world has to offer
Post-Eruption
If wanting you makes me clingy,
Guess I’m just the monkey on your back always waiting to attack
Can’t relax
Can’t mellow emotion
Words
They don’t flow out easy
So I type, type, type
Words
I can’t speak them freely
So I type, type, type
Words
I remember the first day I looked in the mirror and said,
“Not good enough.”
I saw the red blotches on my face,
The rolls on my stomach when I sat down,
A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk
about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke.
Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture
is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke.
That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
I thrive;
I achieve,
But Failure's shadow lurks over me,
And it won't let me be.
He' always waiting there for me
I want to be like the horizon.
So breathtaking and inexplicable,
Possessing the ability to make a grown man fall silent
Time went by and I observed Passion grow,
He told me to take the path of Plan, and to the right way I’ll go,
Enthralled by my destination I went courageously,
This is a poem for the next girl to break my heart.
I will write angry poems about you.
Post them on billboards.
Pray to a God that I don’t believe in.
Dead stars should not shine.
Strolling the dark street /
I’m walking with a cold gaze /
Have I declared defeat... /
running through life's maze? /
I remember a phrase /
“Mend the wound, Forbid distress” /
From the time I was a cub, I knew how to roar.
My mother lit a fire in me before my paws touched the earth
And maybe I’ve burnt things down.
Arson is a crime, but love is not.
I was taught to love all men,
What is wise in this world twisted in concept
What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction
What is wise when our lessons become our undoing
These questions I seek diligently for answers
Have you ever woken up countless times in the middle of the night, because you swore you felt him sit down on the edge of your bed?
If so let me help,
I'm your smallest addiction,
an unwanted seduction,
a sting seeping quickly to
the heart.
I start with a murmur and
progress to an explosion
as my grasp constricts your mind.
I didn't always have a voice. I had a croak, a mumble, a gargle, a choking sound trying desparately to escape my throat.
To be heard?
Or to be me?
Societal norms?
They aren't me.
I stand out,
i choose the be the "weird one."
Love? Relationships?
Neither for me.
I like causualness,
and change.
Take heed,
All who have succumbed to greed.
For there will come a day,
When the sky will fade.
In the dark you shall hide,
With no one by your side.
Your soul shall be distraught with shame,
This poem is for no one
You cant hear me scream
Look at the people living all my dreams
Way to much anguish and doubt
Without a doubt
I dont want you to hear me
Please stop reading
People called her “perfect.”
She did everything she was supposed to do.
Aced every quiz and was the highest in her class.
She fought and struggled her way through.
I write for myself
a girl who's perceived as
small, quiet, and has nothing to say.
i write for myself
because I too have thoughts,
thoughts that stayed unspoken,
waiting their turn
Some words will never be heard, but it doesn’t mean that they will go unsaid.
It is in the speaking of the word, not the hearing, that the word comes alive.
Save me a place as close as you want me to be in your world of what if and could be so when what if becomes what is it will be you and me
Be weird, but not too weird
Be grown, but not too grown
Be smart, but not too smart
Be happy, but not too happy
Be you, but not completely you
Society dictates
Society administrates
Prepare for Nothing.
Prepare for your end.
There is Nothing
Waiting for you.
You think you know Nothing
Because you’ve seen men die?
All you’ve seen is the emptiness they leave behind.
IMAGE
Image is a strong word
for girls and guys both.
It's not the word of the bird,
but the sense of the matter.
It's about what you can afford,
An abnormal cloud of silence hovers over the grimy bus
No one makes a fuss
Their eyes are that of a dead fish
Sitting on the beach
Hearing the waves crash against the sand
Feeling the sand betwee my toes
Wrapped in the arms of the ocean and feeling save being around the ocean
Being surrounded by the waves and the sun
I had my whole life ahead of me.
I had a plan, I had a dream.
When I was little I envisioned what I could be.
I had a great life,
My family treated me well.
It all went down the drain.
Should've put me in a bag where I'd be unknown,left all alone, but I'm not sadI would'nt have to wish for things I had.I would'nt even be mad.
When you came into this world you didn't choose your skin
Yet the world holds it against you and sometimes you feel like you just can't win
Feels like Im stuck, Not by glue, nor tape. But by a lifee of destruction.Feels like im hurt. Hurt that a bandage couldn't fix. Only a listening ear.
When I was young I could see everything
It surprises me how my life has changed
As a kid who could once see the screen
They say college education is worth every dollar
When I get straight A's i make my parents holler
I live on a farm and I was born the country way
I have wanted to be a vet from the very first day
There’s a beauty in loving you knowing you’ll never see me
It’s like a cancer to my heart
Its killing me but you’re my drug
There are so many things to see in such a small amount of time,
So many things to know, experience, and interpret in such a small period of life.
And I find myself running in circles, from place to place, hour to hour,
My brain is clockwork.Gears of negativity grind against bone;A metal cage trapping life insideLocking and turning.
Up, down. Left, right. Front, back. Repeat.
The ping pong ball underneath her scalp echoes as she wonders when this game will find its calm.
I think, in an ideal world,
She will be small and lonely, round glasses on a nose
Lenses the thickness of coke bottles and
Hair as fickle as sunshine and rain
And she will creep into the store, searching
Beneath the mask is a life unknown
But to some life beneath the mask is all they know.
The thoughts that spin through their head at night
And the smiles faked in the morning light.
How much can I write,
until my soul runs dry,
just like this pen,
it isn't limitless.
Will there be a day when I cease to exist,
because a body can't survive without a heart
Negative thoughts
Leading to Emotional distraught
Making appearances that only seemed to be of neglect
Heartbroken to realize that people will never see you prosper
Your hard work neglected
This marriage changed our lives forever,
something we both know.
You aren't divorcing no never,
Listen closley you will only hear this one time
To catch your attention I even made it rhyme
I'm about to tell you all about reality
Sweetly orchestrated is the music of which we live by.
Birthed by emotions of hearts so stirred.
To start off as nothing but a feeling, a thought, a word, it takes on the form of note.
Sustained.
Trying to survive,
in different situations.
Situations similar to everyone else,
but handled differently.
Six months it has been
I’ve been counting the days
Since the night when they came
And took us away
Just a young black male in this world of sin
Man versus man
I'm fighting from within
Got to stay strong, can't break nor bend
My whole life changed when my brother got locked up in the pen
I need feminism because of men in suits and ties,
pushing blank legislation with slanted lies,
swinging their heavy gavels on my uterine lining,
Feel me?
Feel my pain
Love lost
Love gained
Love will drive you insane
Love obtained can be tamed
Nobody wants to be temporary
Don't have time for "hi's" and "bye's"
Living in this world full of mystery
Can't take this pain anymore
I'm tired of all this misery
My blvck mind goin crazy
I don't know what has gotten into me
How does one mend a broken heart?
Let go
Don't dwell on what's been
It's not fair to what's now
Or what could be
Don't be the one to wish "what if"
That "what if" will turn into "why"
When I’m silent is when I’m loudest
My thoughts are silenced but my actions shout
And when I cry
Don’t shut me out
My friends, my family
I love you dearly
But when I speak
I've never really thought about it,
The idea of someone reading what I write,
what I have to say.
I write for myself
I suppose.
I am the only one for
whom I wish to transpose
To Those Who Cannot Speak –
Let it be known that I hear your voice,
Through the wrinkles in your skin and the quick motions of your hands,
Sound is not the only choice.
Crash, bang, bright lights, shining bright, crash, bang, bang
You stumble out into a sea of blue
Your feet land on a dirty dark sheep’s fleece
Speckled with grey and showing off white blotches
Kids get wet in the summer time leaving parks and street corners outlined with the residue of the ashy.
I sometimes wonder what could have been of their future and my concsious says,
This is a story of forget-me-nots
Of things I learned but was not taught
And all I'm asking
Is for you to hear
Me
A quiet room and sullen gaze
Each night
I lay awake
Waiting and waiting
To listen to that little voice.
It’s the voice
Of my heart,
Tread lightly, for the glass is fragile,
and when it shatters,
our feet will be shredded,
like the pages of a journal,
visciously torn out,
when the author can no longer bear to read their words
I often play in the day .
Even at night where you lay .
My name is Depression .
I like to give the impression
that everything is okay .
In all I feel like clay .
I'm sitting here, mocked by a blank screen,
thinking maybe some music will shed some light on the scene.
A couple hours ago, I was full of rhyme,
but it looks like waiting too long, I was just out of time.
If I was there with you I would hold you close,
Then id ask whats on your mind
After that we can share what you feel
Challenges you face you dont have to face alone
And our bond could last a lifetime all on its own.
Anencephaly
Anencephaly
Definition: Absence of a brain or skull
Definition: Absence of life for my sister's child
Definition: A sick joke fom God
The lost fetus
I know pain is eating you from the inside,
and you feel as if its spreading worldwide.
So you develop into a serpent,
the inner wound growing extremely potent.
People become sick of you,
Let me mix my colors
with yours
it’s the human triumph and universal theme
to get the better of your wounds
and turn them to scars
Let me blend mine with yours.
These are shadow times
We stand on wobbly knees
The cracking in our voices
This the beginning of the end
We are lost without the cause
This is our long-awaited redemption
Rain comes crashing down as it hits my face
You injure the living
You are too distracted to see pain
Just the colors of drops of rain
You see no harm in hurting the ones you love.
You never understand,
We all know life is complicated,
But I'm so out of place.
My mind continues to wander
In completely unorthodox ways.
I'm tired of living "normal"
And following everyone else's traditions,
This unforgettable reminiscence haunts her daily,
why can't IT let her be?
Don't they know that it wounds within the spirit and mind?
To be heard
like the songs of a bird
filled with happy hamonies
and mellow melodies
Trapped, I pound on the glass
Full, the chalice brims with emotion
The outside, cool, collected,
motionless
The inside shaking, quivering,
bursting
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
Look at you,
You're living, alive.
Look at you,
A body full of life.
Look at you.
I want you to hear me,
Be affected by what I say.
I know it sounds selfish,
But I want some way
I dream of a kiss.
Clothes on but
souls laid bare.
I feel no touch, and yet
my body crackles.
Just enough of a spark
to pump my heart
or to stop it.
They say that love is blind
Although
I am not sure why, considering that
We
As humans seem to
Have
Artificial Light and Black and Gray and Salty Clear
Once I had fallen, I couldn’t stand anymore
Never before in all my days
have I seen a hole so deep.
A void so black a light it lacked
and caused the strong to weep.
As the bravest fell into the dark
What is in my chemical essence, my make up?
Tell me how I should describe myself to you when I’ve yet to deduce who I am
I know it hurts
But please don't fret
The best of it
Has not come yet
I know the rain feels cold and wet
But don't do something you'll regret
If it starts to rain
I am in a room full of people, bustling, busy as I sit in the back,
I look up from the dull dark gray desk, to my demise, and see you.
I looked down again and felt pierced as though by a tack,
Before I learned the power of the pen I was messed up more than anyone could understand
I always felt like the victim of my own imagination without an escape from my twisted mentality
Why am I not me to society?
They categorize me to fit their standards
That deny my essence like cancer
Because the pinnacle cannot handle
That my identity is not scandal
Self-expression through my hair
It didn't seem so scary and so hard when I was little, then what seemed like a dream became a nightmare, no...and night terror.
Quiet. Silent. Why should I be?
I was born demanding attention.
I came into this life screaming.
I write because eloquence just passed me by.
Out of my mouth spews forth aberrations.
This poem is for the people who have put me in a box.
They have said: “Here you may come, and no further!”
I have been categorized.
I live a life of shadows,
Where darkness protects me,
And I am not who I seem.
It may look like I didn't see or hear, but I did.
I lie in wait.
Beware of who I am and of who
I can become.
I held your gaze—
Transfixed by you—
Because in your eyes I saw a sea—
And I was engulfed by your waves.
Those clear sea foam orbs,
Like the nebulae in our universe,
Had I a thousand mouthes, a thousand tongues,
to speak endless streams of honeyed- or bitter- words to your heart, I would.
Oh, I would!
So, perchance (no matter how meek that chance), you will hear them and be inspired.
Expect this, expect that
You think you know her
like the back of your hand
You see her with a smile
The love of a brother,
One that can never be replaced
It can only be cherish as the memories we build
Our love helped us overcome the obstacles put upon us
Without each other’s support and comfort
The endless hurtache of waking up
With nothing to show for it
Where trying your best always seem to be silence by the truth
Where money plays a big role
like a puppeteer, showing his latest masterpiece
As a young child a man would stand in front of us and preach about the word of God.
Now as a man I sit in a chair and again listen to a lecture
My mother always told me "child, don't you cry over spilled milk",
but no one ever said anything about spilled ink,
and the funny thing about ink is that it comes in many different colors,
one color for each emotion,
You don't respect me,
and that hurts.
You think I'm stupid,
conceded and lazy.
You don't see that,
words like that
sting. You are older,
smarter and better.
You don't respect me,
and that hurts.
You think I'm stupid,
conceded and lazy.
You don't see that,
words like that
sting. You are older,
smarter and better.
My head was a mess, so I just had to confess. My feelings inside, they will not hide. I was gonna blow. I'm sure it was a good show. What was I to do?
My head was a mess, so I just had to confess. My feelings inside, they will not hide. I was gonna blow. I'm sure it was a good show. What was I to do? I just couldn't go through. The day seem so long.
SHHH!!
Can you hear the screams and the cries of the lies that have been told to her in her lifetime?
Again, she is looking for, searching for, yearning for the right time...
Mother listen
Father listen
Listen to me
Listen please
Please it’s all I want
Please it’s all I need
I need to make my own choices
I need you to let me do it
It will help me grow
As I work through the indigneous fields,
The work is vey hard than I can bare.
As this work goes throught the poignant yields,
I can feel on my body the wear and tear.
As I pick through the verdant maelstrom,
I wish I could open up and let someone love me.
I wish I didn't jump when people touch me.
Maybe I should stop cutting and calling myself ugly.
But it's not that easy when you have your own personal bully.
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
Have you ever felt like you are drifting away?
and need someone to show you reasons to stay?
Family, friends, and some pets too
Always pick you up when you feel blue
Hugs, cuddles, and kisses
This is our senior year
Our year together
Yet
Your friends talk to me
more than you do
A steady income is ore of a priority
Than I am to you
All I hear now
Are negetive comments
"Patience", she said,
As she whispered in my ear.
All being's trials start here.
She drew me a map
And left me alone.
"If you want,
come follow me here."
With tears in my eyes,
Oh no, I have nothing to hide.
Never in my life have I tried.
I have always been happy!
I will never be sappy.
Not that my parents bother me,
Nor is it ever a biggie.
All that matters is your glee;
There is only one for me
Sing to me
Let it fill my body
From the tip of my head to the crown on my feet
Don’t deny what you feel, let me undress you baby
Strip you of your fears and worries
My scars are small but yet hurt so much From crying , to cutting, to fighting Too knowing what I have become My whole life I was always told I was nothing Do to me not getting your love...
You taught us to be just
But there is no justice.
You taught us to save people
But they are dying in the streets.
You taught us to love
But hatred runs deep in our blood.
You taught us to live
Sometimes I feel like the hands of a clock
Always rushing down, down, down
Falling into that deep, bottomless pit –
Called “Time” –
Something that used to be mine.
Protests chime like discordant bells
I question if i am making the right decisions..
When i look into those tearfulled eyes
My child
I have walkd thro hell with you still growing in my womb..
but why is it now
I wanted to say, “I’m sorry” for the longest amount of time.
I wanted to talk,
To explain,
To know how this crumbled under a fault of mine.
Somehow I knew –
You didn’t care
You blamed me
I still remember when
We were very small
And we had great dreams
About when we’d grow tall.
Firefighter,
you were.
And I could never decide.
Those days were such a blur!
When you are a woman, you are consumered in your thoughts of what men think of you, see in you.
When we walk with our head held high, and speak our opinion, do men even care to listen....
As the image of isoloation arrivesI wonder, is this a moment of peace?I know I should be grateful to be alive,But as i stare into utter emptiness,My mind and soul feels completely empty.
Used
Neglect
Stand up
Unwind
Resolve
Evolve
Unsure if I"m being used.....
Unsure If I'm being used to copy answers and homework from
Used
Neglect
Stand up
Unwind
Resolve
Evolve
Unsure if I"m being used.....
Unsure If I'm being used to copy answers and homework from
Today I rise above.
Above the pain of yesterdays
Above the torment that has imprisoned my body and my mind for far too long
To be heard
to be heard is a thing of grandour
to be heard can arrouse question of who, where, and what for
to be heard allows your name to be uttered forever carving your name in the verse of human life
I have never been an artist.
I am California after the Big One,
but you, you are wildflower mountain tops
soaked in June’s soda pop afternoon rain
and my words will never be as beautiful as
we've all heard those words "speak what you believe, no matter what"
in the world of school, work, facebook, twitter
you can't always speak what you believe
most of these people will call you out and say
Everyone always says that we have to be the best.
The best athlete,
the best student,
the best youth,
the best applicant.
But no one stops to think of the amount of
pressure they are placing on us.
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
Your face says you don't care if I'm not speaking about
you even if I'm speaking to
you. Well, this is about
you. About
you not showing up and
You being the one I'm waiting for and
Lying laughter lines,
face the mirror, then others--
Blurred show, buried soul.
Always the listener in a conversation,My voice rarely makes an appearance.Being the quiet one gives me a reputation.If I said anything, they would not hear it.
What is the meaning of their blasphemous pride?
This blaming ride,
The escape goat, am I?
What is the point of the out of place lies?
Economic declines?
Existential remnants of permanent enclosures?
Will you choose to see the 57,000 children fleeing on bare feet hopeful of the American dream?
“Still” by, GiGi Spata
Captured, trapped, broken
A mangled mouse in a trap
Like a beautiful bird in a cage
A precious puppy in a pound
When you look at me,
you see what I want you to see.
I show you more than I show the others,
with them I hide behind the shutters of my eyes.
You see me through the rain,
you see through my pain.
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.
You can call me Oz. I rightly fit the name.
I hide behind a curtain cause my heart is filled with shame.
I'll tell you my little secret, but only if you won't tell.
I have the world hypnotized by my little spell.
It was a cold March day
That's when I got the call
And I hadn't had much to say
But then I started to bawl
I always smile on the outside,
But my true feelings are deep inside.
Sitting there quietly as they hide;
They don't want anyone to know the
Pain,they don't want anyone to see the strain,
Everything it hurts inside,
Do you know the burden that I hide,
it's a pain of burning flame,
but its hidden as a stain,
a stain in my "oh so perfect" heart,
I don't know how I got this way, my feelings for you still haven't changed. The good in me has gone away.
Everybody wants to be heard, but nobody wants to listen
I'm no poet myself, I'm just a student with a vision
to one day be known as an inspiration to many
not be tossed down the ground like an old, copper penny
Down the stairs I go.
Descending down one step at a time not knowing where I am going.
Every one else is ignoring my decent.
What is down these stairs?
This wall is what I call my home.
Without it, I feel lost, foreign, and alone.
It is a guard that protects the innermost part of me.
To fade and to blend my culture into society.
Laughter and chatter fill the air
As children swing on swings
Slide down slides
And race around the merry-go-round
Oh what I would give to go back to those days
To be a child once again
Death is like a journey
A journey to a world unknown
A beautiful place that humans cannot see
A place for families to reunite
A place where souls can wander free
If I was a man I think you'd understand
You would respect goodbye
But instead you prey and think it is okay
Don't hang around get lost.
Pieces of your ammunition are caught
God I wish you'd stop by and say hi.
So that we can talk about life.
And answer all the reasons why.
Like why do we have to die.
Or why do we have to cry
And why do we have to lie
Me against the Triumph
I can’t say I’m not a criminal
Cause to the bible I have committed plenty crimes
Lies I have told to cover my ass,
Plenty times.
I hear America singing,
Melodically across the fifty states,
Heard above the sound of the birds chirping
Beyond the white picket fence.
THe oices that range from a deep alto to a high soprano,
They perch in front of a mirror,
Teetering on a tightrope, thousands of miles in the air,
Swaying in the roguish winds
With a net made of crisscrossing razor blades serving as the only defense from a cold ground
Dear high school bullies,
I wonder if you know what you did to me.
I wonder if you still believe the things you said.
Dear Me,
do you see what I see?
what have come of the world around us?
where one opinion matters more than anyone else's does.
it makes no cents so it isn't going to change;
When will we go to clarity and get out out of confusion.
Grasping the preceptions of ourselves based on the media's illusions.
I, do not like me.
I am the opposite of normal, the reason you can't sleep.
I am the tears you hold back when your heart is breaking.
I am the smile in over the years you have perfected in faking.
Escape this state of mind
Can't stand to fight
I'm watching my life in rewind
I don't know where to find
Myself when my days feel like night
Escape this state of mind
I have limited my mind
Closed the doors and hidden
safely within my walls
The Sphynx rocking on its heels
antsy for a challenger
but alas none make it through the labyrinth
We are all raising
Monkeys in the mirror
To the deny this
The evidence couldn't be any clearer
i may be subject to my flaws
but don't expect me to believe in your god
you live for prophecy
I live alone
inside my eyes
i lie in bed
And converse with them
before you judge my struggle
look before you leap
dont pop my bubble
i may be living with friends
Why despite the evidence
we all lust for gold
why despite the evidence
because you didn't see it unfold?
we go back and forth
shades of grey
trapped in black and white
Poets gather
in the dark
feed the light
off your pages spark
you antagonize your refection
so release your world on a page
cover it in blood and ink stains
I see the Bodies Burning
I see them smoulder
no longer will I wait
to take over
ive channeled all my thoughts and fears
unlocked a god
residing in me for years
Long before I had begun to know
i had a fear of growing old
i counted the days that have come to pass
Here all alone
In the Back
Trapped inside my head
Desperately trying to escape
First sound- jarring microphone feedback
The next, perhaps even more jarring- his name, followed by yours
I-only-remember-your-first-name Mike gives him a congratulatory pat on the back
You stand there smiling because
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right
When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied
So we haven't had the right?
To see past color was a dream
A vision past down by a king
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right
When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied
So we haven't had the right?
To see past color was a dream
A vision past down by a king
Kids... Some say... Can't live with em Can't live without em, But when you're without em... What is it that they do behind your back?
In the world I live in
a simple greeting becomes a death wish.
In the world I live in
ignorance is cherish.
In the world I live in
violence is a type of pollution.
In the world I live in
My intellectual capabilities dig beyond what you see,
Ass & titties aren't so unique,
You can't grab my ass like you can grasp my mind,
Look down my shirt, you won't find divinity,
Lonely is not a word that I like to hear,
it echos in the vast silences that are filled by lies,
Lonely is a storm shadow cast over an empty jungle gym,
I remembered the days
When I was a child
I use to think that the Disney princesses
Were real people
Every person has a dream,
A goal that becomes their motivation,
But not every dream succeeds,
And those that do are lucky.
Lucky enough to brave the endless monsoons of obstacles;
if i had to pick the most beautiful thing on God's green Earth,
it would be him
I could bask in his presence all day
looking in his eyes doesn't just make the clouds go away,
Dear you,
I do this for you
What is a writer
without a reader?
Useless.
So.
These words are yours now.
Life is gift from God
But you have to earn that gift
You can’t just expect things to happen
Or else they never will
Life is about persistence
Hard work and dedication pays off
I am a Painter of Another Day
Another sleepless night,
Another day avoiding glances,
Another day pretending to be happy,
Anothr fake smile,
And another day hiding the scars covering my skin.
Look around you in the hallways
in the classrooms in the streets
Same people,
same clothes every day in sync
In a world where nothing's different
Sliding down a cliff of glass,
Seems to be full of grace.
But when the reflection catches my glimpse,
Seventeen years young,
The bightest of the ages,
Not old enough to make your won decisions
But old enough that you feel that you should make your own decisions.
So young and alive, but restricted and controlled
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but they will never kill me. Even if my pulse cease, I promise society will feel me. I refuse to die at the hands of civilization ... I create my own destiny.
4:30a.m.
GET UP!
Shower,dry,makeup,put on a sweater and jeans and boots
You're beauti....
6:50 a.m.
Wipe tears
7:20 a.m.
Go to school
Eyes..whispers..
It seems sometimes, with this seperation of body from soul
That we can all become blind, invisioning the staircase in the tunnel to our goal
It seems sometimes, that we are all alone when we focus on ourselves
The adrenalin flows,
as I run from everything
that I've ever known.
Its fight or flight
but now,
both aren't an option.
Youth and knives...
I guess I'm confused how the term woman translated into bitch,
or why I have to constantly reiterate that we're woman not hoes to every dude I'm with. You must've lost your mind when you lost your respect
We only got one time, our life is defined Behind eyes of the man whose never had blood on his hands. They teach us virtues in class, but tell us to stab each other in the back when the time comes and there's only one spot open.
You've been there since the day I was born,
Holding me in your arms as if I was your own;
Treated me with love and affection,
As if I was a princess of perfection.
You gave me everything I could ask for,
I dream of children learing the speak.
I dream of a world of communication
I dream of being a speech therapist
I dream of changing the world
From the age of zero, starting at birth, where have you been? Did I do something wrong? Do I deserve the Hell and confusion I've been put through? I longed for the love of those whose blood is running through my veins.
In this dream, blood fills to sills.
It shifts and sprays across the scene;
Not by day nor moonlit beam.
1. Because we live in the land of the "free" but there are people who are more likely to be attacked by both the local police and the federal government based of the color of their skin.
Everyday it's the same thing
I look at you- you look at me,
We laugh at all the craziness
around us
I text you " Hey " or " i just seen the
funniest thing and it made me think
about you '
You do not need to be fast.
You do not have to finish the 5k you registered for the morning of,
vulnerable. To be a runner,
just start.
Let the cheetah of your legs move you
There is a certain thing I seem to be
A manner sweet, and care put in my dress-
But deeper look would show I'm nearly free
Of qualities that I seem to possess.
Success was in my plan, they all would say
Just a Tree
When the first fingers of light start to summon back earth’s vibrant greens,
You and He both stir.
I hear you prick through your brittle shell
Mirrors.
Pretty much everyone looks into a mirror at least 10 times a day.
But what are they looking at?
Most people are doing the obvious thing and checking themselves out.
I can't forget the look in your eyes
The long hugs and short kisses good bye
Why? Why did you have to go?
It was said that you was tired and I know that to have been true
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
Taking a trip through the French 25
to drinking Bourbon down the street
to rowing her boat on canal
but yet life ain't even a dream
for Easy Erica the sex fiend.
Born in the Big Easy
I smile when I look at you
When I was little
I would cry if I stepped on a bug
Because life is important and
Bugs are cute
I remember the innocence when
I never started off as a "normal" kid
ever since the very begining
for starters I was born early
was fatherless,
had to get spectacles before
I was even two
and still have them
I don't want to be HEARD.
I want thee to listen.
What I say is not for me.
What I say is for US.
I speak tenderly,
Hoping you'll catch UP.
Our voices are the most important,
Being known in the street is good cause I am unique. Getting respect and moving fast in the fastlane will get me paid.
I woke up this morning and you weren't there.
I jumpted to my feet, my heart in a scare
We were about to get married, our daughter on the way
everything was suppose to happen this upcoming May
Wounded body of Carrie-
the Cancer patient
Wounded soul of Barry-
the Bipolar patient
Gazed upon the beauty like a sun that rises in the morning
Smile as if grandma just made breakfast
Head held high to assert her dominance and diligence to take the world and its challenges at hand
I found a weed in the garden
and called it
"a beautiful flower"
but they smacked my hand
and called it
"disgusting"
"a pest"
"undsesirable"
and pulled its roots from the ground
Sometimes, the hardest part about being heard
Isn’t being heard
It’s getting the word
From your thoughts
To your mouth
And from your mouth
To the outside world
It all starts with a dot
Was I not there? Did I not see the signs?
maybe I didn't tell you I loved you enough
maybe I didn't tell you I cared about you enough
I remember the way your eyes lit up when they saw mine
My evil twin shares my name, my brain, and my looks,
He turns my clean thoughts into well-written dramas,
Every move I make, is my twins chance to take,
When I breathe out, he breathes out as if we're one in the same,
To some it was easy,
we ran through the maze.
For us it was easy,
as we left behind the haze.
We kept up with the pack,
and ran with the crowd.
We never looked back,
People say that life sucks and then you die
But I've always wondered why?
People who say this don't know the joy and the laughter
Into the woods of every city
patty cakes are made by bakers men with affections for pyrex and bitter soda
thunderous claps insight a familiar shuffle
the bell is broken
an avalanched of witnesses
Believe it or not I didn’t wake up thinking of you
I didn’t put on lipstick for you
I didn’t brush my hair for you
I didn’t wear this dress for you
Three words, eight letters, still it’s hard to say
I love you anyway
I’m nervous as heck, trying to figure you out
What are you about?
I don’t want no doubt
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Powerful Women
Part I
People are afraid of powerful women…I think.
My mama once told me “beware of sparks.”
Because sparks are usually the beginning of something bigger
Of a fire
I am woman. You are man.
Though I am not Eve nor are you Adam.
The deceit lies on the tip of a tongue's vacant truth,
YOU SIT HERE AND LIE ANOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DO.
BUT WHEN I TELL YOU THE TRUTH, THEN ITS A WHOLE NEW YOU.
YOU LIE TO THE WORLD AND YOU CHEAT TO GET AHEAD
Why do I write?
It is my truest voice
Why must I write?
I have no choice
It is My vice
My crutch
My calling
I have to write
It's my way of coping.
You hear me now,
When life begins
And we start to look for who we are in the world
we create ourselves
this distorted image of perfection
that society created for us
I hope you listen closely to what I’m about to say,
These things will help you learn and grow each and every day
Don’t dwell on bad situations that happened in the past,
For what I most want in this world,
Is far away,
To reach,
I am uncertain,
For its been bounded,
Within the limits of myself,
Extraordinary for I have become. .
We are both a litte messed up, a little dead in the head. We both have messed up lives that no one seems to care about, but can we care about eachother's? I help you, and you help me.
Don't look back
You won't like what you see.
Don't focus on the past.
That's not the real me.
You've been through so much,
but you hide it so well.
Darling don't be shy.
Many wonder "Why be a writer?" They think two things: I'm too much a dreamer, or their believers. I'm not afraid to say I'm a dreamer, and I thank those who are believers.
I plaster the same smile on every day,
Hiding the hurt and burying the truth.
I didn't expect anyone to listen,
But you did.
You heard my pains and reality,
And you still adored me through it.
Your inhumane remarks make me quiver.
When I give you Time,
You destroy it,
Dangling your words into a blur of explosions directed solely at me.
Women have rights,
You digress.
You saved my life.
I was slowly killing myself.
One slash at a time.
But now I am on my way to recovery. You standing by my side, what could be better?
Isnt it crazy how osmething so small can pop up and cause so much chaos, like when you see a field mouse in the kitchen it doesnt know anything except that its looking for its next meal but all we see is vermin that needs to be extinguished i
My heart it aches beyond thy slowest torture inflicted
At the first mention of what shall be considered beauty.
Such impossibility casts a spell for my heart never to be uplifted
A job that can transform me is not a job at all. A job is what people have to get by. I don't want to just get by, feel all high and mighty when really it's so hard I'm ready to die. No, I don't have a dream job. I have a dream though.
This is what we do.
We throw sharp, capitalized, poison submerged sentences at one another’s face. I glue my hands to my water running, swollen red eyes
When you try to silence voice you’re silencing a movement
Telling it to hush and learn how not to speak at all
You’re telling her that she does not matter
You’re taking away her ability to speak up for herself
These feelings that I'm feeling...are they real?
Tears running down my face, I can't feel them...am I real?
Should I hold them in...let them out?
But oh no, that's just a life that I am no longer about.
I speak to say hello.
I'm here, and I exist.
I'm not here for very long,
But I'm here, and I exist.
I paint so I can see
The colors swirl around.
I draw the motion and emotion
Everyone has spices in their life
But do I have some?
I act grown-up practically every moment I have
I may need to add few more cups of being a kid
That’s my life recipe
Everyone has their own recipe for life
I can't find a method to this madness
connecting stray dots
and calling them poetic thoughts
numb bodies with
teeming eyes
We don't deserve this demise!
Where is the paradise?
Lets live for today
Let past troubles fade away
Let go of the uncontrollable, its not here to stay
So why do we
worry about other things
they dont matter, they dont matter
Nothing is here to stay
I am staring down the dark, ominous trench
If I were to jump here, now
Would anyone miss me?
With all that I have done?
Yes, he would
I'm hungry, but not for food
Instead I'm hungry for the drugs that fill my stabbing emptiness
Drugs that make me stop shaking, but only keep me waiting
For someone to understand it's a part of me
Poopy diapers and rolling overs
The piggly wiggly’s and ogar toes;
Crawling to stumbling and walking shortly
Then eating sand while tumbling in the waves…
Learning to talk, read, and write
The sad woman ponders what is worth love
When it's accompanied by buried hate,
The man she loves contains the peace above
Unless when he drags out her bitter ache.
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
Its 2am and im writing this message to you, trying to figure out what to say cause
Ive been mixing cups of vodka with nostalgia
Taking shots of the words that were promised
This city continues to be a whirlwind of vibrancy.
My thoughts are drenched with its very exsistence.
So, rightfully, my deptarture shall be grand.
May I stretch my legs and dance along the chiseled rooftops.
Growing up i only had to fear the men in white hoods, to stand against the power of the truly colored people.
This smile that lies on this face, to some may be a saving grace
Hope and joy wrapped up in a bundle, or the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel
For days on end she weeps in sorrow,
In that lonely bed day after tomorrow,
Her father hits, screams and kicks
An abuser,
Her father cannot seem to quit,
Drowned in alcohol,
Poisoned with smoke,
Funny story, true story,
You tell me after class.
Grabbing my arm to pull me aside,
As we let the other students pass.
You have a problem, I say.
A serious issue.
Saw you again today.
Made me insecure because
I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
Playful, loving, full of energy.
Golden fur and a long bronze tail.
Capable of killing,
But unwilling to do so.
Ali, I don’t spend much time with you
and I don’t cuddle enough.
I do unendingly work.
And sit at my desk.
And maybe, once in a while
slide in for a kiss
when you nudge at my legs.
I represent the woman who chooses to wear a veil.
Who has lived here for years and still only gets stares.
She says, “Hello, how are you?”
And all you can think is you’re not like me now that won’t do,
6/28/14 - 7/23/14
Had the time
Wasted what I took advantage of
Should've kept my head out of the clouds
All our suffering
Came at an unexpected time
And so I fell
Yes I cried
I have 4 little brothers
Well 5 if you count my pain-in-the-butt little cousin
I'm addressing you....you with the sunkissed slightly greenish hazel eyes and cherry blossom blushed cheeks...you with the dark berry skin tone and pure almond colored eyes... you with the corner store and liquor spots for teachers...
Can you hear me cry can you.
hear me banging on the walls trying to get out
to be heard you have to listen to the pain that ive suffered
Listen in close can you hear fear raging in my bones
For Those Who Don't Know Me
Please Listen Closely
I am a person of flaws
And I am lost
I hide my identity behind a wall
I look strong but I can easily fall
I am smart, I am brillaint.
I am light hearted, I am kind.
No one can hold me back,
no one can tell me my goals
are impossible.
I laugh in the face of impossibility.
For I know that I can achieve it.
Innocence was all she embodied.
Pulled away from the safe havens she dreamt in
Taken into the grim realities, a man's brutality.
Somtimes I want to fade way-
Into the night.
Go away, disappear- it'll be alright.
I look out across this rolling sea
to find everyone looking back at me.
No one really knows anyone here,
all just trying to be liked and to fit in.
Why?
Why not just be ourselves?
You're so insecure and can't take a joke
With emotions running all over the place
I never hesitate to prod and poke
I can't breathe
I'm surrounded by people
but I have never
been so alone
I feel the walls
closing in around me
I'm shaking
uncontrollably now
I'm scared
We are groups of people
made to hate
because of who we love
not what we stand for.
Did no one listen to
your parents?
You treat others how you want to be treated
not
What’s the purpose of owning opinions if you’re too afraid to show them?
Humans are in need of a lesson;
Im talking but no one hears.
If they hear, then no one listens.
A shout into oblivion,
A noise into a black hole,
A voice with no receptor.
A simple no
Can mean life or death
A simple yes
Can make a flower sprout or an old man fall
Is it red ? or is it blue?
The decisions essential for life
These decisions
This is so difficult. It's lke the beautiful woman I know is trapped and frozed inside the iron armor that is her very own mind.
My constant desire is to put pen to paper.
― But it’s not enough.
To be heard you have to get out there and do it yourself.
Make others listen.
are the shadows chasing me or are they my slave?
if i can trap darkness what does that make me?
just the same as you.
asking questions to improve on another persons point of view.
Men kneel to kings,
And kings kneel to gods.
And though no monarchy holds my allegiance,
And no deity my faith,
A haiku...
Robots rule the world
Making decisions for us
Capturing our brains
No longer can we
Live freely and humanely
Prisoners on Earth
What we created
I write for myself.
I write because I never have the courage to speak to others about my thoughts, or my fears, worries, and stress.
The pages are vacant
Rusted out
With words washed clear by tear stains
Emotional drought
Parched of recognition
Potential glows and casts shadows of absent assistance
I think about you
a lot, Momma.
I wonder if you're okay.
I wonder if you think
about me, too.
But I have some questions.
Why did you pick up the bottle?
Why didn't you stop?
tell the truth but tell it false
success in obfuscation lies
for truth makes wintry ill the spring
and sickly pale our green delight;
like pleasant sleep to children
Sounding so perfect
my "once upon a time"
this journey began
as a perfect rhyme
You drew on my emotions
like honey for a bee
how faultless my trust
oh, how wrong I was soon to see
Lately,
I’ve been writing to feel more human.
I’ve been writing to feel closer to humanity.
These days I’ve been feeling like a mere pebble
Lost in a tragically made rock garden
Dilute my ways, they try
But when written in text it's as sacred as the bible's psalm
I hold each story captive
Each poem is my soul's refuge
I give voice to the intangible
You never knew her
We see him walking down the empty streets
He looks just like us, 2 hands and 2 feet.
Maybe he's strong, or, maybe he's weak
But no matter what, people call him a freak
There's one thing they're thinking:
If you're in it
Then own it.
Every facet
Every detail
Every store tag
Sale or retail
If you bought it
Then own it.
And not just the poppin' collar
You fell in love with a girl whom saw from right and wrong.
Who passed many footsteps in her life,
And knew what was going on.
"Yeah, I was a pretty great ball player."
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah, my parents take me and my friends to Florida every year."
"Awesome."
"Yeah, I've never had to work a day in my life."
"I figured."
Best Friends. That was what we were at first. And sometimes I wished that’s all we were.
But it’s too late now.
You made me laugh like no one else could. You gave me butterflies like no one else would.
The darkness is taking over my thoughts,
I try to escape, but I can't.
I'm drowning in a pool of my own madness.
I can't seem to keep my head above water.
No matter how hard I swim,
I find myself staying up late at night
No end to my destructive worries.
Jumping from one topic to another in my racing mind.
What will it take for you to see
that I just want to be.
A friend, not a lover, cause I know you have another.
Understand ? or is that to hard to comprehend, that a guy can just be.
I just want to be.
I am from dinnersAlways surrounded by familyFrom old stories of favorite childhood memoriesAlways fun to revisitI am from the smell of bar-be-que in the summerAnd the tree swing and hammock in the backyard
Welcome to my world,
Where school is a prison, prison is a job, and well, love is as useful as the gum on the bottom of your shoe.
Welcoome to my world of discrimination, crime, suspense, and stupidity.
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 silent mantra of the hands. The strands of my hair creating a lovely rhythm of over, over, over. I crave the relaxation brought upon by the feel of conditioned hair on my soft skin.
They said I would find
a boy to kiss away my tears,
that there would be someone
to hold back my hair
as I purge the
too small meal.
They said that the scars
would make me a survivor,
A baby, that doesn't cry.
No control.
A child, that doesn't speak.
Timid and shy.
A teen, afraid to speak.
Isolated and alienated.
Feeling misunderstood.
Fear of being uninteresting.
You know what? You are absolutely right.
I'm not the skinniest, thickest, apart of the group of five stars, dimes, and bad bitches
I am a real woman
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
That I'm giving all I've got?
One more sprint
one more suicide
My words may struggle through my mouth
But they flow through my pen
Like a refreshing summer breeze
My words crafted in ink spells out life
In a sophisticated and intelligent manner
Momma said there would be days like this but she didn't quite explain how it would be she didn't explain that my heart would pour out onto the concrete..
Writing gives off this liberating feeling
The way that faith can do some healing
Eyes and mind of a soul
In a sense, losing all control
Emotions pouring out
Words fill the blank space without doubt
The eyes of the mindThe heart and even the soulA mirror's imageReflectionOf what resides insideThe taste of a vision
Rise like the sun
Bloom as a blossom does
Open your arms wide
Just as the sky
Live as the earth
Move like a wave of the sea
"I write to convey my thoughts on what I see in the world,all of the pains, hypocrisy, and all eschalons of beauty, especially that in nature.
I am not a strong poet nor a good storyteller,so please do not expect a sonnet or anything stellar.What I am about to type is nothing but a mere thought,A youngster at ten I thought these thoughts I sought to fought
You won’t like the world of control we live in,
Unless you hold it in your paternal palm.
Born new and pink and wrinkled and crying,
Knowing that this world wasn’t meant for me.
And he said that I did most things like I drove, like wildfire.
And I shivered despite the searing heat.
We long to be accepted
Whether by society, the media, or family
I scream out loud but nothing comes out
I am a human, I am my own being
I do not conform to what society wants
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
Verse 1:
We taint the air with idle words
Cause sticks and stones hurt the most
What’s a jab to the bird?
What’s a duel to a roast?
Shoot….
My life, is great compared to some others,
There is no logic for me to worry,
I am loved by both father and mother,
Thanks to whom, I never need to hurry.
Yet I live in the world, surrounded by:
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.
A dad full of push, a mom full hope..
If I don't make it out,
Then thats all she wrote.
Gotta go to school, Get a good education
That's just society's ex-spec-tations
I think about the cause..
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.
It would be blissful to feel your presence as I walk across the stage,
It is quite a shame you could not watch me become a better man the older I age,
The persistance to fight through agony and reject all the blasphemy,
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
There is nothing like being thirsty.
If you haven't been, I couldn't tell you.
First you salivate
You start to fantasize about cold springs,
surrounded by bees and little flowers.
Teardrops form my outer surface-a flowing stream on a stormy night
Levels of loneliness build layers into my inner surface
Your soft delicate lips mouthing my name
As I opened my eyes he was there,
Like a flash of lightning then whisped away in a second;
I waited and waited
And to my despair
I was left standing there,
Surrounded by the darkness in my wake.
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
"Look at THAT girl! She has cuts on her hips. There are tears in her eyes and a prayer on her lips. What can we do? Is there anything we can say? Should we hold her really tight and tell her things will be ok?
I write to worship Jesus
These poems are my praises
And through these written words
My reverence raises.
One look in a glass of observations
melts into the specificity of a face
that gives way to different people, experiences, places
collectively accumulating into this walking jumble
That morning I woke up alone. I was surprised there was no "Steve Harvey" Morning Show on the radio playing amongst the morning presense. No "Strawbwerry Letter" with laughter in the background. It was quie
Life is like a beach, until you've been down to the river
Forced in through the currents, just to see if you're a swimmer
Just open up your eyes, and see the world is being withered
A whispered word
Rushing sun beneath my skin
Like provenance
Sacrifice self for
Construct of self-awareness
Allow genesis
Life, with its joyous song, is ever bright.
The symphony is rich and full and strong.
It plays in the summer’s resplendent light,
While birds are chirping their resounding song.
A young, unknowing, motherless child
Is raised by her father, is unladylike and wild.
She plays outside in overalls,
Until dinner is ready, and Calpurnia calls.
She’s old enough now and goes to school,
I open my eyes to the vast, glorious sight of the ocean.
The seemingly impenetrable, endless blanket of water stretches on and on,
And the waves ripple in a calm, soothing motion.
I ate a bug this morning, by accident.
I suppose it will be my new inhabitant.
I do wonder, while crawling through my body, what it will find.
Will it lurk in my mouth or creep through my mind?
There is a buzzing in my head.
There’s a fluttering, flapping, swishing noise in my head.
There is a buzzing in my head.
I don’t think you get it. There is a BUZZING in my HEAD.
Lonely Lovers
spread over sliced bread
Catching white moonlight
In their hands,
In their hearts,
Heavy hearts.
Swimming
Born to a home I don't belong,
Where nothing is right and everything's wrong.
An alcoholic mistake is what I am;
One Summer Hummer too many,
I was not part of the plan.
I am a piece of meat.
One that men stare hungerly ready to devor with hunger.
I am a piece of meat
I’m trying to be loud,
But it seems like you can’t hear a sound
Yet my words are profound.
It might be the music that doesn’t let you listen
This is for the people.
This is for MY people.
This is for the people who see the possibilities, know their capabilities, love their personality, those who have the tendency, the decency to be themselves.
In another act of this blood marked play,
Two lives end for the life of another.
While a maiden's love had blossomed that day,
Bad news arrives from figure like-mother.
The Maiden in sorrow, wishes to see
What does it mean to be successful?
The thought alone can be stressful
If you ponder too long and even start to prolong
They never know. They never do. They only speak on impulse.
They cannot seem to comprehend the motives for their insults.
A chuckle here. A giggle there, to break what has been broken.
I need an escape, all of this pain bottled up inside of me.
Tears waiting to burst out.
I've cried a river, but there's still an ocean left.
Hurt and confused.
Life is a living hell, can't you see?
O lost and forgotten ones,
Thou and thy daughters and sons,
Thou that lived, and breathed, and died,
And spoke, and laughed, and cried.
O poor and broken heart,
There she was, under the bridge,
beckoning me home again.
Her hair like sunlight,
amidst the darkness of the trees.
Her milk white skin glistening in the mist.
Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
If my heart had a quill and an inkwell,
’Twould scribble without end, night and day.
Had it but a voice, it would sing, tell
All, everything I would say.
But my restless pen gets set down, how
We all find God in the strangest of places:
in the dark,
in the day,
and in empty spaces,
But we're all looking out while He's looking in
in our heads,
in our hearts,
and in our very skin.
Open your eyes sunshine,
roll out of bed.
It’s time to start a new day.
A fresh start.
Brush your teeth
so that they will be able to stand near you.
One Job Could Change My Life......But that one job could also change yours,do you have a family member so sick it gets on your nerves,you don't know what to do,
Grow up. You're still a child. I wish the pull of these currents weren't so wild. I'm stuck trying to fly but being tied down. I wish you would make up your mind.
Lonely, hurt, and confused. How could you leave me when I needed you? Before becoming friends with me you had no one but now you have others and I think it's funny how you treat me like a dog. You've become so greedy like a hog.
Sometimes beautiful. Sometimes ugly. A huge part of our society. The pressure is everywhere it seems. Radios, TV's and the internet. No one ever plans but sometimes it happens on the night first met.
As a child we think we will grow old. As a child we believe everything we are told. Like one true loves and fairytales. No one ever speaks about the breakups, deaths, or fails. I miss being a child.
Money. It comes from trees and buys us things. It makes us do things without one doubt. Things we normally wouldn't even think about. It helps buy medicines and groceries too but when did it become a part of you?
they ask me why do i understand so much
and i answer
well those who are misunderstood
are the most understanding
and the people who knows what it feels like to not be heard
ar the ones who hear the amost
Who do I write for you ask?
Well, life doesn’t stop when you’re tired
Or when you’re sick
Or mired
In all of the work, the relationships, the demands
It snowballs and grows
Love
A four letter word that we say to one another.
We make it, give it, or take it from one another.
God's greatest commandment was Love.
So why do we abuse it?
Tongue-tied with fraying ends,The words sputter out like exhaustBlackening my vision and muddling my thoughts.Lost in translationI cannot speak coherently in front of…Of anyone really.
Shades and fractals of brown in her eyes, like the innermost part of a tree. To me, she’s like a teak tree. Strong and elegant.
I want it to be heard by the mother to consumed in her own emotions
angry with the world
the step father forever in depression
just trying to make it through the day
I've always loved to write
ever since I was young
My paper understood me
no questions to be hung
Drawing letters with my ink pen
My story shouted, my story told
In the past, I was the one that was intelligent.
I was the quiet one.
I was the teacher’s pet.
I was criticized for being a girl on the drumline.
I was the one that played too soft.
I was the liked one.
This...
This is settling.
Sitting here with you
Staring at this static fuzz on the TV screen,
Listless, blank, and melancholy.
We gave up so long ago,
As I write these lines
I hope it revives
The past generations, the past lives
To realize scrutinizes what Im about to say.
If I were to be heard, it would be now.
But in the past.
I looked out my window and up at the sky.
I saw the stars gleaming in the night.
I looked carefully among the stars to find the different constellations,
Foreward: Below is an account of my actions and feelings upon learning the loss of a friend.
This world is not my home
These people I walk among
Dream out loud
Defining themselves by what they dream
I am strong
I've been strong for a while,
Like a warrior; pretending I was Mulan with darker skin
Because back then,
the kids loved to play pretend and I was solid.
Hate
a power so evil
it can kill an entire race.
Hate
the darkest of forces mankind has ever created.
Hate
If it doesn't take your life
it will take your soul.
Hate
don’t wanna be your darling some fragile little puppet following your every command
Racism it's everywhere
We try to avoid it
To hide it
To fight it
To kill it
But the truth of the matter is,
We can't
It takes a team effort not one
People say that
drunken words
are
sober thoughts.
They say when people drink,
they release all inhibitions,
and the
words flow
from their mouth
almost
as smoothly
Can I still be heard?
Being the white girl with parents still married, a car, a job, and endless opportunities?
Can I still be broken?
Now I said,
"This is strength. This is how you plow through.
With a baby on your hip,
and a husband packing his bags.
Leaving forever.
Forgetting how much he loved you.
Leaving nothing behind,
Good morning babe.
The sun isn't shining yet,
but my eyes are shining for you.
The wind isn't beating yet,
but my heart is beating for you.
The world isn't breathing yet,
There is a mess, a clutter, a crowd that she found,
A thing that we run from that follows her around.
A climax, a friction, a trick that she believed-
A gift that she thought that she had received.
and suddenly, the glass broke.
your tinted windows fell away
and I finally saw behind the veil.
your wall crumbled,
your shell cracked,
and I could see the skeletons in your closet.
She called upon me to aid her,
to stop the crying. Her crying
is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line.
I’m no savior, but I’m the only one
left to care.
It drove her mad.
To lunacy occasionally, when occasionally meant most days. She did not
know how to remove it.
Blue eyes are bluer just before they cry
It doesn't matter how hard I try
there will never be a flare
with a girl who has no hair.
No matter what I do or say
People always take it the wrong way.
They never listen to my words, to my heart
So I scream inside of my art.
I write like it's the only way I can talk
Have you ever heard those birds in the morning?
Early, when the sun is rising and they are clearly up way to soon,
And you wish you had soundproofing in your bedroom
At some point in your life you think, who am I? Why am I here? Who have I become?
You start to realize how miserable you are.
You start to feel alone and empty inside.
Will it get better?
You think.
What makes me tick is nothing you can see
Nothing you can grasp
Because its inside of me
That negative bug
It lives in my brain
You can't hear it
But it drives me insane
I always thought you had raised me to be
A well-behaved daughter whom you could trust.
Clearly I assumed so mistakenly.
You think I am consumed by teenage lust.
Junior in high school before my first date
Here writing forward
A foreword for few
Backwords they're bleaching
Words back to debut
In a book full of puzzles
Muzzle not the writer
Lighter of fires
Buyers of drinks
Ding.
A mallet comes down on the railroad track.
Ding.
A bead of sweat travels down my forehead and rolls down my neck.
Ding.
Another stretch of railway is laid for people much richer than I.
Ding.
Many People have cravings in life.
I crave to be heard.
I crave to shout.
I crave to go outside and make a difference everyday.
I crave to be different and bold.
I crave to not waste a minute of my life.
The pitter patter of my heart suddenly increases.
Sweat quickly invades the palms of my hands.
Heat caresses the caramel pigment of my cheeks
She deserved brokenness
Like a caged bird
Deserves a key.
She took those shards of herself
And with them
She was set free.
She soared above
What makes me tick,itch, scrub, and spit
What makes me tick
An Aunt who cares only of her image but not her happiness
What makes me itch
A husband of a strong provider who turns his back and sleeps with another
Like a caged bird, I pretend to be happy
I have to be the perfect daughter, friend, student and girl
Like a caged bird, I am left alone
No one seems to acknowledge the fact that I feel isolated from society
I am an optimistic soul
I wonder about my past
I hear the time keepers hands
I see my future
I want to start over
I am a prisoner of time
"Who are you?"
My family had no clue who I am,
And it crushed me every time.
They were scared, not knowing where they were.
I'm scared I'm next.
They struggled to remember.
The pain is torture enough.
It hurts to see life from day to day.
I wish I was painless so I can go to sleep and be a kid again.
This painless life is something else isn't it?
I am no child
I am an investment.
I am no human
I am a number.
There is no love
Only obligation.
And beauty
is but a broken compass of the heart.
I write to the Little Girl in the Future.
In case you have forgotten...
In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
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.
An exhausted mother gently lifted her child out of his crib and cradled her small baby boy with periwinkle eyes that fluttered like butterfly wings.
Turn back the pages of spring, when the garden was beginning to bloom and every life was new but for the towering trees that reigned.
My skin burns where your hands once were like acid on light flesh.
I've taken four showers today to try to wash away the pain but your handprint stays on my porcelain skin.
Please listen,
there are things in this world that you don't understand,
the voice in my head,
the pain in your hands.
Please open your eyes,
the things here are real,
The media tells you to "be different" from everyone
else. But if everyone were to strife for distinction,
would there be not some commonality extant?
Magazines try to portray the quintessential and
We both jumped.
Before we even knew
What we were jumping into
Too eager to fall in love
Without knowing what it feels like
To love
And to be loved
As we fell we learned
people often ask me
"why are you so quiet?"
I laugh softly.
my mind is not a quiet place
I learn more from listening
than anyone has ever learned
from proclamations and empty speeches.
She’s 16 and sad,
But in love all the same.
He walked into her life,
And with him, violence came.
First it was smiles,
And a love confession.
But the jealousy and control,
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?
The Past
Something we all have
But we all don't wish to remember
Something that can make us
Or break us
The Past
Something that holds our strongest memories
But how strong they are
He sat in the best seats
And everyone adored him.
The instructors recognized his glory,
And I sat behind him.
Upendo; I miss you
Your not just simple attraction, you know
That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you
Up
its messyand hard to breathebut we lovethe way we livewe both knowI like it the mostwhen we lovein shapes with no straight lines
People need help everyday,
and it never comes.
Millions are starving
but we do not hear their cries.
Instead
we are concerned with our hair and our clothes.
Anyone I have ever loved is a ghost I keep alive in my notebookBy feeding them the ink from my ball point pen,And let them sleep between the college ruled lines likeSome sort ofInhumane bunk bed.
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.
What makes me tick you say?
Its the help I say.
Financial help is what I crave
Student loans are what I grave.
1000 dollars is a lot you see.
it can help me pay off college for at least my bachelor's degree.
I write for change.
In hopes that someone at the top of the societal hierarchal strucutre will read and consider the life of someone so different from their self.
I write for peace.
Prisoner of Words Unsaid
For so long
For so long I've been a prisoner
A life sentenced prisoner for a crime they committed for me
Like Alicia Keys "I'm a prisoner of words unsaid
There's a world outside this hell-hole that I now live.
I've been dreaming about it since I was in the second grade,
This world is busy yet calming ,
This world has opportunity and exotic people.
I felt it when his eyes first locked on my own.
Electricity, surging like volts, straight to the bone.
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!"
today's your birthday and Fathers Day
with everything that's happened i know you'd be speechless
it's hard to think of what to say
I feel like since you've been gone our family has been a mess
I think about how we used to be
Then I get stuck in my misery
I still remember the way you used to look at me
& how all those feelings came free
But now things will never be the same
If you look to your feet,
You will see a large sight,
This you might not know ,
But don't let it give you a fright.
For if you look to your feet,
there are demons in her brain
eating away
gnawing and chewing and crunching
telling her she's nothing
breaking her down
piece
by
Dear teenage girls,
Marc Jacobs once said, "Young girls need to learn that sexiness isn't about being naked."
Dear thirteen year old girl in line in front of me at forever 21,
Only my echo responds.
"Oh," it says. "Anything else?"
I stop. I did not expect a question in return.
"No. I just wanted to be heard."
"Oh. Well, I heard you."
What a world we live in
The things I see
Everything is hard
The struggles we meet
Nothing is easy as my parents would say
"Rhymes." you whispered, "Write me rhymes...
There's no other good kind of poetry."
It's amazing how little you see when you look.
Poetry isn't simply words on paper.
It isn't just thoughts from someone's head.
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
If I see what nobody else sees,
I’ll be labeled with the crazies.
Even if reality is what one perceives,
If there’s nobody to share it with,
It might as well be a myth.
Reality becomes a hallucination
I'm just 18.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" They ask.
They expect a simple answer: doctor, teacher, lawyer.
How do I tell them that all I want is to make a difference.
{In this galaxy,
you may not recognize yourself,
be careful where you whisper,
and who you ask for help.
If the moonflash makes you ignite,
while raindrop kisses fall,
Ten Thoughts on Loving a Transgender Boy
One:
His hands are soft.
Softness like that after years of
Dishwashing and viola lessons
Feels like a miracle.
Two:
Close your eyes, my dear.
Let the breeze from the window tickle across your cheeks
and flutter your eyes till you fall asleep.
The day has been long,
you have been strong,
wrestling through the weeds,
The beauty of nature puts me at peace, and as I observe it, my sadness will cease. I look at the sky, watching cardinals whiz by, and the bulk of my stress is released. From worry to wonder, my anxiety plunders, when I close my eyes and just br
Honestly, I have never consciously though of who I am writing for.
I think it is always for different people.
I try not to go back and read what I write.
It almost feels as if I am invading someone's privacy.
I used to keep my aspirations in a small white book with a round silver lock.
Hidden, under my bed these were my dreams I could not speak about.
The Sky is mine.
You can take,
My land, my home, my books,
My eyes and ears,
But the sky is mine.
Take away sound and sight,
Yet let me be, let me know,
The clock is ticking I hope you're on your mark,
Laps around the track, sprints down the court or in the park,
Man it's hard when your coach is watching you,
What is a case without evidence or fingerprints left behind,
Months of trials can make one lose his mind,
Heart racing, palms clammy because he might face time in the county jail,
I need no megaphone,
My pen is enough.
My lips may be sealed,
By string or by glue,
But my pen will not be silenced,
No matter what they may do.
With or without reputation,
I write to be heard.
I need no megaphone,
My pen is enough.
My lips may be sealed,
By string or by glue,
But my pen will not be silenced,
No matter what they may do.
With or without reputation,
I write to be heard.
Now that i've come to think of you and I.
I've come to realize that fate either holds or ties.
So when I come to you when it's time.
I only wish you can come along with no sad eyes
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK
Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands
Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions
We, are wild ones
You walk around without a care in the world
Stress free
No responsibility.
Tick tick there goes my annoyance.
Freedom of speech is no stranger to you
No consequences for not biting your tongue
Look at the small tangible
Person in your arms.
So unique. So different.
Soften as she warms.
Yet her heart cold as ice
Thunders as it storms.
Never to break the habbit
Of causing herself harm.
Warmth all to your toes
Like a cozy cup of tea
A blanket of sleeves
(poetry slam tag) speak your mind slam
Behind your eyes forever lies
A wild array of fireflies
That flutter through my mind’s long nights
That slow me down and wrong my rights
The way you smirked and touched your hair
That tar that you spit, embellishes oppression
Not uncovering another beauty only truly shielding it, no resting
Constant stressing about the matters of geography
A pen in hand and looking 'round the room,
Ideas will come but do not last. I look
For inspiration, what to say to you.
Then thoughts begin to flood my mind. The books
Of fairy tales and dogs in trees, the times
Live in the present not in the past, don't be concerned with the things that you never had.
Everyone Dreams
But I dream differently
Everyone wants to achieve
But I want it vividly
Family is my motivation
A military vet you were I hearwith a mother in the gardena father swinging in dead airno mystery why they found you swirling in rags and sharp metalbut it's the spawn of two mothers that truly blew the kettle
Mama, mama, mama
Can you hear me call your name
I have grown mama, I’m really not the same
I'm living in obscurity,
I live with insecurities,
My flaws have clouded my vision
Now I'm blinded by imperfection.
I'm on the outside looking in
Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
I'll wish for you on every shooting star,
and even though we're far apart
just know you'll always have
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.
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
Understand that life has changes
New chapters come,
we are forced to turn like pages
Some of us live...like we are ageless
but overcame by pain and sorrow
we ask ourselves "How can we change this?"
You see, the truth is that I've failed.
I tried everything that I could.
I wanted them to hear me.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
Powerful words, brokenhearted prayers.
Realistic hopes lost in a sea of deep dreams.
Everlasting adoration mixed with eternal anguish.
Colorful curses shared in times of trial.
What is this life we live?
We can’t get back the time of day
We learn, we work, we suffer
We give our precious time away
The memories we make
The lessons that we learn
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
My education.
What I've dreamed of from day one.
What you've dreamed of since before that.
What I'm going out to grab and never release.
You've always told everyone I would get out of my home
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.
I am a force to be reckoned with.
I seize emotions,
Dazzle with my inner chaos,
And topple egos.
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
Im done with youFed up with the pain you put me throughBlood continues to pour from the stabs in my backFeelings worn on my arm, as if it were a tat
Imagine a love that is wholesome and pure, with no pretenses or thoughts unsure. A love that when it rains, smiles fall from the clouds, and roses bloom where there were weeds before.
You can try to inch your way into my heart, but I'm only interested in numero uno. Besides you're all liars, cheaters, and non-believers. So why should you even try. Its just you, me and me. Me being the first, you being the last.
You grace me with your presence
Your love and your wisdom,
You don’t know how much stronger I am,
Because you were there to help me learn.
I am all that I am,
Because you took the time.
Why do you not see
The heart in me.
You seem to hear
But not with your ear.
You think you know
And you reap what you sow.
Assuming what is true
In two years I watched my 6 foot, 240 pound father waste away to a ghost
At 14 I woke up everyday
and went to school knowing he was sick
I cried with him when he lost his hair
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
Bacon and scrambled eggs
We're served bacon and scrambled eggs on the special day
Scrambled Eggs;
Fluffy, unlike the bed my dad has to sleep on every night
Yellow, matching the ribbon that is used to support him
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.
How do you say freedom in a language you can understand?Freedom from a bondage foreign to my warrior heartWe are a goddess forged by hips that would break you
The fist-shaped organ has been through ups and downs,
Deprived of strength, taken for granite.
Invisible to the body, alive to the intellect; Alive to emotion.
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.
Lay me down in a field of wild flowers,
Take me away with your magical powers.
To a place where there is no pain,
To a place where there is no hurt.
A place where I can be free,
Tap, tap, my foot hovers the gas.
One way road,
Too illegal to pass.
Take off your cruise control mode.
It's forty five,
You swerve to the right,
When one dies, does their soul silently disperse from their empty socket called the body?
Does one go to hell judging by their sins where they will spend eternity rotting in hell?
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 she goes
What does her life show
She is happy and she smiles
But when she goes home, it only lasts for a while
Look at me.
No, really.
Look at ME.
I'm an more than mere paper,
test scores, or hobbies.
I am more than dollar signs,
numbers, and GPAs.
Brown eyes,
like the boxes for my books.
My soul bleeds onto the paper with each word released from the pen in my hand.
In a dark room. An empty room. Only me and the voice inside my head—or is it the voice inside my heart?
The constant thoughts in my head won't go away.
From when I go to sleep
To when I wake up,
If I even get any sleep at all.
I look at things differently now since the change happened.
I was born into a fascade, molded to imperfection.
In the first year of my birth, two parents were there. Then a change occured leaving me only one to spare.
Grew up with lies, expressed through deceit.
I hate it.
I am not a fat, lazy
Pig
Just because I won't kick a ball around a field
And get sweaty and
Stink of grass.
I am not a fat, lazy
Pig
Early one Tuesday morning in 1996,
their one and only child arrived.
On November 5th, Avis and Robert Hughley were blessed with a son, Robert Hughley, Jr.
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?
There was a chill in the wind that night,
one like no other.
The darkness made it hard for sight,
When I speak of love I aim my voiceto my parents who brought me hereand taught me how to deal with the cruelties of the world,my freshman year english teacher who cared even after I left
I am a boy, brought into this world
I live in a house which is filled with girls (my sisters)
With no father around to guide me to see
The man that I was never taught to be
I was given a bagWith 5 arrows insideA bow in my handAnd a whisper, "Now hide"My heels leave the Earth
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
I think I’ve seen you in my dreams before
I remember red rose buds at your feet
As I drifted with the tide down the shore
Your coy whispers running over repeat
The windows to your soul like kryptonite
She used to be the sweetest girl ever, but her life became stuck in a sour chapter.
She cries as she lies wide awake at night.
Trying to keep her mind from losing this fight.
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
Nothing.
That’s all I feel anymore.
Just blank pages.
Blank faces.
Blank canvases.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
All I hear is static.
Static TV.
Static voices.
This is between the two of us: a rift. A raft, and a river. A ribbon of word, ear to ear, half to half, space to sky.
What is MY Purpose?
Is it to be labeled different?
Is it to be seen and then ridiculed?
Call my name, I’ll struggle to hear your voice.
Repeat after me: “This is it, this is…”
Ev’ry day, I pray this is not my choice.
And if only I could, I’d make it his.
Does it always have to be me?
The girl who picks people up;
Who gives the encouragement that everything is going to be okay.
I was thinking back tonight
About my days spent in the dark
Wihout His light
Without His grace
And I began to wonder
How people saw me
Back before I was saved
Eyes blink shut into protective blackness
as a steadying breath sputters out at my lips.
The blood pulses in my ears
a drum beat, a mind-clouding rhythm.
I search my mind for words
Why is there so much hate in this world?
Everywhere I lend an ear I hear insults about a
HUMAN...being
just that.
HUMAN
Being: too straight, too gay, so black, so white
he said i cant believe it would you ever no she wouldnt america the free is gone we've ruined it degenerate
I love you,
I feel you,
Your pain is my pain.
I pray for you,
I think of you often,
I would grow taller than the tallest mountain for you.
If you could peer into my deepest hopes and dreams,
Me and you have created a special bond as of late. All of these nights I've spent thinking and writing have been accompanied by you. You've given me light. You've given me peace of mind.
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.
We all struggle with the same thing
So why do some have more suffering?
Why does the middle get a bad ring?
As I sit down once again, in front of the old computer with the whirring fan
My fingers begin to hit the black keys, each one a small click
That make an musical orchestra of words
10
20
50
200
They add up
And I know
Subconsciously calculating
I can feel them
Growing
The food goes in
And I feel it weigh me down
200
50
20
Let the asystole
Voice the matter at hand
The mind of she who wishes
To broadcast her innermost thoughts
Her suppressed desires
Goals, methods, plans
But fear the shatter
Green shirt, greener eyes
He walks in the room and it's no surprise
The life of the party
That smile?
It could save me
A voice that could drown out all the rest
Lies are how I hide
Lies are how I channeled my pride
I could lie as real as watching a car wreck in your face
I lied when I believed that no lie could be traced
Long ago, the fire was dwindling
With a roar, it kindled and manifested might
That devastating roar was realization;
I wasn’t truly alive
This is the element of my sign:
Momma said when it comes to my subject matter
Always speak the truth on real subjects that really matter
When I'd be in pain she'd always ask baby what's the matter
He longingly stared across the room at the girl with the fire red hair.
Her beautiful smile and contagious laugh drew him to her like a moth to flame.
Cute, small, loving and always on my mind.
My dog will forever be by my side.
My dog is rare she is one of a kind,
I will hope that we will never divide.
You would be surprised by how much I care,
Her legs shake as her hands sweat
Looking at all she have left
She pick up the needle and slap her arm so her vain show
She induce the substance as she start to feel low
She lean back and try to train her thought
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
I want to live in the Time Before.
The magical realm that only exists in pictures and the smiling faces of our memories.
The time when the world was sweet and we were strong and whole.
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.
I hope to meet my soulmate soon. I hope he is perfect in every way for me. I hope he is openminded, funny, respectful and kind. I hope he will give me foot massages and cuddle with me on cold nights.
I'm sorry I broke your heartsI'm sorry I disappointed youI'm sorry you were ashamed of meI'm sorry I left you.
I have so much on my mind
and i'm runnng out of time
don't even know my next line
got the world on my shoulders
and i'm bout to fall over
can you see the stress in my eyes?
Adrenaline courses coldly through my veins. My body responds, my voice fails
I said the wrong thing. Now he's mad, no, furious
i quickly disengage my vocal cords, refusing any other words to flow out of my mouth
Every night I wait for you to come back
You promised to never leave me again, over and over
When you finally waltz in the door you reek of crack
Today I try to ask why, you respond by giving me a smack
Guns don't kill people freedom does
how many have died under liberty's judge
do we call it freedom because their minds are freed from earthly restriction
Black.
No longer just a skin color but a culture.
No longer a protective covering but a name by which any other race
Must refer to as “African American.”
I don't know how it all started
But it feels like it happened really fast
Your spell was cast
It feels like this hold wil last
I don't wamt to love you like I do
Because my love for you consumes
His hands reach for mine.
They reach for a part of my soul
That I keep
Guarded,
Untouched.
He yearns for it,
And I for him.
Yet, I do not lust for his soul,
Like mine;
Cry little girl.Run and hide.Huddle back into your trenchesWhere the voices lieAnd tell youThat it's safeTo sleep.
How could you?!
Do you have any idea?
Do you even know?
That you are breaking your child?
Your OWN child
Your own flesh and blood!
Do you feel no remorse?
Do you even have a heart?
It happened in the dead of night,
Watching TV in the quiet.
Out of nowhere the phone starts ringing,
She hears her mother in a riot.
Everyone talks about what it's like for them
How difficult they have it
Why the world is unfair to them and why they need to catch a break
I'm not one of those people
I'm not poor or rich
Alone. Alone. Alone.
He walks away slowly, lost but not gone. My face burns with acid; my fists are solid stone.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
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 have always been the one left out.
I would speak, but i was never heard.
I would stand up, but get slammed down.
With all the unheard words and the put downs.
The darkness is cloudy
Is this really me?
I’m alone and I don’t know what to do
The thoughts, they buzz like a bee
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
Poems
They're not my thing
They have a social stigma
Poems
Poems
They make my inner thoughts loud
My exterior remains so stoic
Poems
Poems
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.
Floating in the lake of nothingness
Words flowing in and out
They bear no meaning
Or, do they?
Thrashing my arms and legs about
Stuck in the thralls of life
I am searching for an answer
As lIfe continued,
I realized on thing in my life that was missing.
People.
I was alone.
Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket,
When you are surrounded by a sea of faces?
Who am I,
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
A silent child scared to speak
a silent child who's afraid of what people think
a silent child who so desperately wants to be heard
Yo,
My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon
On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention
And I understand regression, a deep misconception
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
I found a box of dreams on my door step.
Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept.
Never did I know that hope once it left.
Left me broken and forever bereft.
I think how I miss that hope and box of dreams.
That's not what I ment
How did you get that from this
My words are getting bent
My message isn't being sent
I don't want to go through this again
Brain crackling like electricity touched it.
Sharp taps at the back of the skull as if it hit cement.
Chest tightening, heart missing, one large gaping hole, no lungs for a single breath.
Bloody fingers.
Thoughts, feelings, ideas do not matter here
In this prison one may call home
For me it would be a crime to go against her
Her wrath is too fierce, too strong, too sharp
Size of the body does not matter
I See You.
So if you
say that you see me,
can you really...?
Can you look
past my hips, and beyond
my thighs...
Behind my
eyes and into
the depths of my mind..
Thoughts, opinions, ideas
Circulate through the world.
Everyone has them-
Young children,
"I wanna go to the park today!"
Teenagers,
"I wish we had less homework!"
And adults,
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
Cold nights, Semi-warm days
Sitting here for what seems like light years
Watching dozens and dozens just pass by
Like I’m invisible or just don’t exist
But why? Why do they proceed on?
In all my life
I have always been the little sister
The baby
Not anymore
Please stop saying that
All I ever wanted was for someone to hear me
I tell them I am no longer that girl
To be heard as an individual is a blessing.
To move at the OWN beat of your OWN drum instead of stressing.
To beat the statitistics and being able to say "I made it".
What is this? Nothing comes to mind. All there is just unjust and so called “justice”.
I write words
simple sayings and
annunciated actions
I speak for myself
For those too quiet
to even whisper
For those who've been sick
In the mind or sick
In the body
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
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;
How do you convey your message in life?
Where were you from and what were the conditions?
For yearsI refused to let anyone in -
in the walls I have built up around me
. Walls as cold as stone and hard as concrete. Walls that surrounded my heart so I wouldn't get hurt;
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
I don't rhyme, and I certainly don't reason.
I don't like pasta or milk,
I don't want to hold your hand,
Or talk about feelings.
I am not pretty or ugly,
Or jealous or smart,
Why am I still stuck on you?
After all the crap you put me through
It wasn't a physical pain
That left me black and blue
As I drift off to sleep,
my mind enters into a door of dreams,
a door filled with adventures for me.
Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight
Seeing the world from up so high.
Where there was once only youth there is now wisdom far beyond my years.
I have never seen a righteous man forsaken, nor a wild thing sorry for itself...
I don't know how many.
100?
More?
Less?
That is so many wishes.
So many chances to improve the world.
So fragile and unguared.
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
my pencil kissed my paper
in quiet determination, as my teacher spoke out-
asking,
"what is poetry?"
A mind like mine mulls over
things like this;
breathing them in only to
spit them out.
Rooms filled with a couple handfuls of angsty teens
waiting for the next band to plug in and tune,
sweat dripping from the collective brow
of the future of society, the new movement;
How did we grow apart?
Space between us far and wide
Like a valley, and empty void,
all becaue you lied, you lied to me
left in my heart are the crumbs of what I use to feel for you
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,
I would like to think you could hear me
Even though you are so far away
As I sit here and write my feelings onto this page
I hope my words are so loud
They can reach you, up there, in Heaven
You said you wanted to die,
but I think you just wanted someone to care.
You went so long,
oh so long,
dealing with the whispers behind your back.
There were so many people that cared,
May I say first I that I'm horrible in relationships
No wait...that's not what the point of this poem is
I'm not the point, you are, you always were
Until I tore at you and hurt you.
Cool as a summer's breeze you leave me
feeling refreshed with such ease.
My dearest is funny,witty, and even a little silly..these
qualities, or traits, or whatever you may call them
I like to think of life like a pie.
On the outside, you see this flaky, buttery crust,
Perfectly risen with a golden-brown dome.
Normally there’s some kind of gooey fruit filling inside it,
Do you lie in bed at night
wondering about the victorious
one?
What he must be hiding from
you, do you ever pray for a sign?
It doesn't take miracles, and I know you're not blind
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
“You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass,
With your fine ass”
Best description of you yet,
A case of classy containing something brash
Skydiving in a fresh tuxedo
Unpredictable
“12.2 million tweets related to Syria since August 21st, and 19 million tweets about the VMAS in 1 day.”
She has come a long way.
Catholic statehood in her thigh gap,
She fears to be recognized.
No sight! No taste!
I’ve lost senses.
A cane? A limp?
Yet atitude still skimp
Jump into my shoes and one would see
That limping through high school wouldn’t leave one with glee.
I have spent years waiting
Waiting to smile
Waiting to laugh
I have spent years waiting
Sometimes I try to speak
I try to express myself
But no one hears
No one answers
I am hurting
Thought is progress.
Progressive is a blanket term used for the common liberal mindset.
So is not always the case.
To progress, to move forward
Humans are said to be progressing
I Challenge That.
The sun is shining down on my face
The mud is dryin' up in this place
I can feel the heat every which way
My teeth bloody themselves
Air punching my lungs like Venus, when Helen dared defy her
Adolescence plays go fish with identity, it’s not a card
Anymore, but it shuffled me topside bottom
smoke
drifting
always
into the empty void we call home
suffocating
our repressed emotions
crying
to our star-crossed dreams
meandering
to hollow crooks
echoing
Traveling steps, hand in hand
Invincibly unbroken, surrepitiously hidden;
We.
Ripped away this current day,
“She hurts me.”
Twelve.
Too young to know affection,
Too old to not long for its direction,
Too young to know God’s Plan,
Too old to think she won’t be penalized by the man,
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
The Pen moves,
The Paper takes the ink.
Silence,
But the scratching makes me think.
The air is thick with the smell of nervous thoughts,
Rushed paragraphs,
Crossed out and redone.
Rattling off words, i often find myself pondering why I let you in.
I spark back at you any words that quickly
flow out of my my mouth...
But why?
What for?
As if you came looking for me.
Fluency is not as easy as it seems,
Rolling off the tongue gently and slowly,
Spilling out of the mouth.
Spewing out of the closed chops,
onto a blank page.
Blanknes tends to tire the restless mind
Goodnight, Moon Eyes, I guess our stars are gone
And although I'm just a black hole, I know you could be my sun
Falling to the ground it came
Turning back, she looked at the unimaginable pain
The hopeless feeling settled in once more
Was this real love?
Would she ever learn?
I was born in the land of the free
where the land lord put a brother let you land in the streets
Imagine spinning around and around while gripping a carpeted wall.
The blurs of faces and occasional glimpse of sky soon all melt together into one.
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"
Flawlss perfection.
Perfect body.
Perfect Teeth.
Perfect clothes.
Then theres me.
Im a size 18-20 in pants
My teeth are crooked and yellow.
I think of Walmart as hollister.
Do you see them?
Those people right behind us?
Their happiness seems to stem,
Like a young girl in a fancy dress.
They pal around,
Without a care in the world.
And as they clown,
What do you see from me, just dreams and aspirations? You laugh and tease me when I say, “one day I will climb mountains.” I get up to brush the hate and insults away. The rain dries from my face and I start to crawl up the ledge.
What if this is just a dream...
An alternate reality
The other side of that mirror you're constantly peering into
A figment of someone's vegetative imagination?
I said the word no and meant it
That doesn’t mean you ask again
Same answer between now and then
Hey baby girl,
Head up.
I’ve been meaning to tell you
A thousand things.
Why can't I talk?
Why don't I speak?
Is it for the sake of others that my tongue is in cheek?
There will always be some things I won't say,
There will always problems I can't shout away,
I have not one, but two names
One means, "who is like God"
The other, a variation of a flower
It also means unblemished, virginal
You decide, you pick, it makes no difference
People are like songs on the radio
Two kinds:
Those, that make you see reality and truth
And those that are just noise,
meaningless, judgmental, and destructive
When I’m lonely in a world of my own, I often think of you. I imagine the way you hair never fell into the right place and how that was my absolute favorite thing about you.
(When the stars come out at night
When the sun sets on the horizon
And I'm watching, waiting...)
Tell me a story, I'll close my eyes
And watch it play out, just like a movie
Let's play a game of make believe
Lost in a daze,
My head is spinning round and round,
Ready to fall to the ground.
Heading down a spiral of nothingness,
Everyone deserves love
Everyone needs someone to be there for them
Everyone needs a best friend
Sometimes these best friends end up being your soul mates
Who is anyone to say that what they do isn't "right"
Hard to dry my eyes when the sky is so grey. Why do I cry when you seem to be okay? I thought I was done feeling this way, but it seems to me that things will never be the same.
She walks around with a smile on her face
But no one sees the struggle it takes
The weight that she carries is no simple task
Beauty
What is beauty?
I mean true beauty,
None of that ‘coat yourself in makeup’ or
‘be like everyone else’ stuff.
Beauty is strength.
But strength comes from pain.
Why is it that mankind can never truly find happiness?
It can be grasped for brief moments in time before it disappears once
Now, I don't want this poem to be thrown in a big pile of others with a similar meaning.
I want whoever hands this lands in to understand what i'm saying and feel what they're reading.
Voices, so silenced by society.
Forever reminded your words are nothing more than that, words.
I yell until my vocal chords near wreckage,
forcing him onto the couch for another night.
I'm alone in the cold bed again,
watching the piano gather more dust
but he doesn't know
"Listen"
My mom is going back and forth
Between my dad and a man
Always working hard, fussing, and complaining
But I make her happy when I can
My dad has gone back to school
Sad stories
Some here, some there
I write them from my soul
But no one seems to care
All they hear are woeful tales
Brimming eyes with tears
I wonder if they feel the pain between the lines
Why is it that some people are liked by many , some are hated by envy and some aren't like for any? In this world materialistic objects and looks are all that matter . name brand clothes all the new shoes , cars money & looks .
There is a whisper
In my mind
In my core
It tells me of creation
It tells me of destruction
Creation of purity
Creation of innocence
Destruction of my path
Destruction of choice
This is what you call a united nation?
Having homeless people stand in the precipitation?
With war veterans on streets,
asking for change and things of that nature?
Black is the secret kept inside me
Cold and lifeless where none can see
Gray is the line upon which I tread
To lie or to tell? A choice I dread
White is my soul which none have touched
There are such lines to which I am confined.
They are invisible, yet tangible.
Strong, yet changeable.
These lines are here to limit:
To show the traits I truly exhibit.
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
Beautiful.
An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women.
Beauty.
Girls wear make ups to enhance their beauty
Yet this lady’s face is composed of just simplicity
She wore dullness in a judgmental society
And those harsh remarks led to no anxiety
As I child I would speak
No one could hear me
Was I talking to loud?
Or were their thoughts preoccupied?
The day I discovered the power of ink
Was the day I discovered the power within me
"Speak your mind," they say.
We're told to roam freely with the words in our heads.
Put it in writing and tell everyone what you're thinking.
But I realized something about speaking my mind.
I want so much
I work hard for it
Yet it seems out of my reach
Constantly put down
Saying I won't achieve my my dreams
But I believe
One day it will happen
One day I'll make it happen
Did you enjoy?
Ripping my heart out.
Was it fun?
To give me false hopes,
To toy with my mind and emotions.
You're a liar,
You said you loved me.
Was that a lie too?
Here I sit
Head in my hands
Heart on the table.
It's withered and worn
with every blow it gets worse
I watch it grow and grow
like a hot air balloon
it fills until finally,
I'm a shell,
And it's empty.
I'm hollow,
Broken.
The pieces are
Lost.
They can't,
and Won't ever be
found.
I'm exposed,
Naked.
The truth shows,
Death is the white out of life.
It covers your mistakes
It's the one thing we don't have to worry about.
It can cleanse you of yours sins.
It doesn't matter,
What shape, size, or color you are.
Death,
Did you know I cry?
I guess not because it’s hidden under my mask.
I wear it every day can’t you see it.
I cry waiting for someone to notice.
I’m crying out can’t you see.
I just want help.
Boys are like shoes
You see one you like or think is cute
But when you checlass for the price you say
"they're only shoes"
Some you buy, and never wear
Some you know you can't have, but stop and stare
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 was taught to live outside of the box
But never told which box to live outside of.
So as I constantly dare to be different,
I cause myself to be boxed in
By the boxes I tried to get out of.
You never know with this thing called society
You want to be yourself, but all the criticism is tiring
Where did all the creativity go?
We have people teching us how to be them and we didn't even know
You tell them the truth , your secrets. You let them fall right through. Misjudged them as somebody you can trust , then they turn on you , fake people, we donated our lives our pride and secrets.
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.
Something to despise
A distraction
Until I saw your eyes
Fully unaware of your attack
But still not a single care
Suffocating through your intoxication
A thin foreign air
I heard that "Time is like Death", whatever you say in one second can effect an ocean of people it all becomes real in one moment
You only need this one moment, in the silence
To realize that it is right in front of you, the goal you have been...
We are afraid of dying.
We catepillars cocoon ourselves so tightly in this life that we don't realize we will have wings on the other side.
Earplugs in
and my mouth cracks open
into a wide, unfiltered smile
Dad hands me the giant earmuffs
and I put on my gold-rimmed sunglasses
I want to look good for this
I have a rough draft all typed out
of what I’d say to you
if I ever got the courage
to tell you how I really feel.
It’s sitting there in my notes,
and I see it everyday.
It’s short and sweet
When things got bad
my dad said to me,
“It goes in cycles.
You have ups
and you have downs,
and in betweens,
and it’s all going to happen whether you like it or not,
because it’s a tough life.
I used to hate my face.
I defined my beauty by how many likes I got on my profile picture
Or by how many people said they liked the way I looked.
I was so embarrassed by my interests
And if people made fun of them,
Hidden
I sat alone in my quiet corner
No one's allowed in my world
I live in a dream
Let me be
I'm not defined by these lines
I'm not confined
To only one rhyme
I am free
For a long time I searched
For the thing that brought me solace.
When I was young I loved to read,
And my sister wanted to be an author
And being the little sister,
Naturally I did too.
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
Where did it all go?
When had it left me?
My hopes, my dreams, my passion, my lust for life and success.
Her hair is a cotton-candy tumbleweed,
Lit on fire from below, her inner spirit
Unclenched, free flowing,
It is a colorwheel, a kite spread like a
Gull, streched out like a pancake but more
Ugh for real?
This bus smells like eel...
Adolescents sit in the seats
chewing gum while listening to their beats.
This place is so ratchet,
I want to chop down the, "Swag Tree," with a hatchet.
Don’t touch me
Don’t look, talk, stalk, or even dare to plot
Don’t think or even imagine
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend
Like a coffee shop meeting
After a long time apart.
The warmth brushes past my face in faint traces
Of smiles and laughter and past graces
The human anatomy is more than just
What the eyes can see
Or technology can clinically measure.
Fear
My fears are obvious and I'm just like everyone else
I’m scared to trust cause I’m scared of betrayal
I’m scared to love cause im scared of hurt
I straddle two worlds waiting to fall
Wondering if it's my sick addiction to perfection that causes my success to halt
I straddle two worlds meaning to succeed
How am I of all people suppose to achieve?
People hear me express
Myself in different ways.
Words, shouts, song.
It’s just I’ve got so
Much to say!
My talk sometimes has success,
And other times a “stop it, no,”
There is always a time of day where you feel lost,
alone as if no one cared.
And your heart feels full of frost,
and your emotions bundled because you never shared.
There is a time of day when you feel afraid,
(This poem is meant to be listened to, the text is only accompanying.)
A Spoken Word Poem For Myself
I was drunk with feelings
Lost in words
Thoughts escaped me
With speech unheard
Sentences unformed
Letters not expressed
Anything to keep you close
And not put thoughts of you to rest
You there, in your room
I know why you're in a gloom
You think you aren't good enough
You think your all was not enough
Don't worry; I'm here to set things right
I'm here now to clear up this night
Why is everything crashing down?
This world cannot summit the clouds.
Failure, lies, luck, and chance
Face to face wth Death, shake his hand.
How can you push this pain aside?
Woke up this morning the sky was clear
I was thinking about my whole high school career
Don’t breathe,
talk
or blink,
just stare.
Though my mind tries to grasp the words
to make sense of this,
all that comes to me is a sound,
and I feel as if I may pass out.
awesome is the way you've never failed to pick me up when I fall...
the way you move whenever anyone in the world calls your name.
A new day dawns, and I look towards the sun
The mountains soar high into the air
The birds sing and the river runs
The wind gently blows my hair
I have one purpose in life and one purpose only,
To give good company to those who are lonely.
The earth was once a safe place to be,
But someone decided to set hell free.
The seven deadly sins are no joke to me
Why does everyone want love when they know what it can do to you, it can break your heart so can you tell me why does everyone want it?
Fingers tapping on the desk
Considering what to write
When suddenly it seems the obvious choice
Is to write about my life
I wasn't born into a broken family
I have no siblings to share with
I'm a rich kid,
grown in the suburbs,
lost then found in life,
collected on this never ending circus tour,
where is my pride, my faiths contour,
lost as his mother screams,
I would never explain the first moment I felt it
and I could never reveal how it was the first conversation we had
because even if I did admit it
Have you ever felt so powerful, so capable, and so unstoppable that your response is nothing?
I'm not sure if it is a universal feeling or if I am alone in this thought.
But I have wondered what would happen if I gave all I got
I have devoured the strawberry ice cream
that was in the freezer
and that
you were saving
for a steaming summer afternoon
It looked so tempting,
Its condensation dripped and steam rose.
Pink is for embarrassment, the insides, cold palms
A rat’s tail, a pig’s nose and toenails.
A mix of hearts and white out
Sunsets, the pink of beginnings, the pink of seashells, blankets;
I am small and handy
I attempt to assist when things get tough
I am not a healer, only a tiny escape
A little medic, round and pressured.
Most of the time I waited,
I rested in a dark bag until I was used.
The sun comes up
Flowers open
A life is born
One more day
Sitting alone
Letting life pass me by
Cause everyday is worth nothing
Holding my breath
Hoping no one sees me
Baffling blows shake the dyadic complexes,
While paranoia grows
In the homes of those led by the man from Texas,
Singed in pools of blood that continue to boil
and will not cool
My hands are stained red with the blood of a friend
A young fellow who sowed a bad seed
In return produced a bad harvest
Woe to him!
The man who caused this scene
Woe to him!
Hidden behind a sea of malicious faces with cruel intent
With deep and profound sorrow
A beautiful soul was being destroyed
In life we all make mistakes.
We all try to make it somewhere and do something.
We want to be accepted in our respected communities.
Though, it's not that simple:
We must climb the mountains,
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?--
That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
I rise like a dead man alive;
A walking, talking, breathing, eating
Corpse that's trying to revive
Its human sense of dignity.
The house is full of mine and theirs,
The furniture, the memories.
I am a girl with spunk and attitude and brains. I am a girl with style that stands out like stains. I am a girl with detemination, motivation and creation. I am a girl with class. a dive with sensation. I am a girl with flavor. Fiesty and Spicy.
The parade comes marching through the town
Knocking on windows, tearing our black shrouds down
Beating their drums in merciless rhythms,
Only then do we notice the apparent schism.
Does anyone see the girl over there?
The one who let's everyone know that she cares,
The one who has stabwounds on her back,
And stories to tell,
The one who fakes a smile,
Words are spoken often too much
When all that’s needed is a touch
Touch a person’s heart and you’ve done no harm
But speak the wrong words and you can cause a storm
Words can hinder your true feelings
Mom and Grandma always told me be yourself, never listen to critics except those close to you and your heart.
What is love, Exactly?
Is it more timeless, such as smiling during a kiss,
Or slow dancing with a loved one to a song you've never heard before?
Is it more modern, such as a poke on facebook,
What should I say?
I feel lost every day
Deep thoughts of regret come chace me
What will go wrong?
Those questions are never gone
The answer to them is not easy
He’s finally coming to visit
Everyone else seems cheerful
I feel worried, more than anything
After all, it has been two years
The day, finally here
We meet
We smile
Hi, My Name is Martin Luther King Jr.
I helped African-Americans gain their civil rights.
We grew up and old like vines,
growing along the same trellis
our stories weaving together in a heap of curling photographs and triggering memories
crossing back over the same twenty or thirty times we saved each other.
Listen to me! Listen to me! My childhood is gone--long gone, not lost but stolen.
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child
Certain People deserved to be heard
I write for those who are willing to hear,
For those who are willing to lend an ear,
Because those are the people who offer advice,
They give their mind, without a price,
They lend a hand in a time of need,
Who am I,
I am me.
Who are you,
The judge of me!
I am shy, I am strong,
And a bit of a goof off.
But who are you,
You tell me?
Your a heart that doesn't bleed!
I want to be heard by every Tom, Dick, and Harry
My message to be heard, sent, and carried
It could be about anything, this world is a mess
I try to bring up any issues, and get them off my chest.
The mirror shows a perosn but who
I do not know,
I can see the outside features, but
the heart doesnt show
Who could be staring at me, an
angle, saint, or beast?
Is this really what my heart has become?
A lock that only your trembling hands hold the key to.
Everything is silent here.Baby, let me take away your fear, oflove.Love is lost, love is found.Love is short, love is far bound.
Who knew this day would come
We all go our separate ways
After four years high school is done
And the world is coming at us today
I can remember the first day of freshman year
Laughter
Joyous Laughter
Laughter that can be enjoyed by everyone
Laughter that can make you laugh
Laughter that can make you feel included
A drunk
DISCLAIMER: This is my work and I have posted this poem as a video on Youtube and a few other websites. For the purpose of posting this here, I did some minor editing.
Dear Father,
This one’s for me
Listen well until I’m done
Make sure you reread, until the problem’s gone
You see, I don’t seem to understand
‘Cause up till now, never tried to take a stand
Once upon a time a little girl lay on the floor on her room,
Curled up in a blanket and wondering when mommy would be home,
Words bubble up
Stopping at the surface.
Fag, forget a gender
Forgot my purpose.
Sit and smile,
Nothing behind the tape.
Black on the outside,
Rainbows hidden to be safe.
Racing through the paths of your own mind.Sometimes it's scary to explore your entire self.You're surprised to find what's hidden back there.The monsters, the ghouls, remind you of who you truly are.
Sometimes being among people feels lonely. Cold,
At times more rotten than winter mold.
Is it through these phones that I must contact thee,
Despite the fact that you sit from me naught but two foot or three.
Sterling Klein
I look around
Noticing the little things around me.
That woman over there,
Do you see her?
She's smiling but her eyes look ready to spill.
And that boy,
The bald one,
I write to be heard
By the little corner mouse,
Who sits sipping tea serenely in her trap.
I write to be heard
By the angriest hornets,
The waves crash upon my feet
Rain pounds in a hypnotic beat
In comes the tide
As my thoughts move aside
The trees and houses tremble under rain,Bombarded, soaked, without a sign of light.As townsfolk wait and try to hide their pain,They wonder how their town could be alright.'Til surely nothing standing could remain,
Can't you see?
Here is not where I want to be.
I want to go there,
where the weather is nice.
And there's never snow or ice.
I want to go there,
Where our family is.
That is where I want to live.
Everyday
First grade
There is a pretty girl inside
New to school with nobody
Hurting her is funny
Tear stains and mud hide
The pretty girl inside
Why is she crying,
Everyday,
You were my first
But I wasn't yours
And it just sucks
Because I'll always remember you
But you'll forget me
In this world filled with these corporations and these politicinas that look to me to feed their greed.
Shoutout to the rose that grew from concrete.
Tupac, you saw inside of me---
a little girl gone too deep
determined not to submerge herself in the surrounding streets.
An unattainable society of snails
attempted to acheive with protests of Confucianism.
Fifty years later, and this unobtainable society is sustained.
New issues have spiraled,
I am broken but I stand
I’m not proud of who I am
But I am proud of how far I came
From a cloud-covered mind
To a clear consciousness
My decision now is clear
- mind now made –
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Obviously you can see me as you read,
As you watch me speak.
I guess someone like you
Will just have to do,
Because if not you,
Then who?
Am I right?
Almost every teenager,
Feels like their struggle is their own.
All of the sadness and anger,
Makes you feel like you're alone.
"Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone aware
I am screaming for you,
like a shooting star with mere seconds left.
Hurling towards inescapable demise—
I need you now.
In the distance I watch your flickering presence,
To be free, to be finished
I long to prove you wrong
I stand tall on my own
to show you I am ready
but the smiles are gone.
He asked for your approval
Given, it was a lie.
A white dove glides, the white wind where white clouds above a white cap shiver around to warm in the rising round white sun.
It's this mindset I'm stuck in
Obsessive and impulsive
I look in the mirror
The image is repulsive
There will be better times
Where I can relax and unwind
But all I ask is why?
It is hard to conceive,
What humans can not perceive.
From undead beings,
To god-like deities.
Although incomprehensible
Through science and worship,
We blindly follow,
We live today in eternal suffering
A consistent sadness during a persistent night.
Eradicating our hopes and dreams,
Filling our hearts with sadness.
Murder of dreams,
The night falls upon us
Red colors the back of my eye lids as warm rays beat down on my skin. The crisp tropical air hugs my body as I stare at the sun and can’t help myself as a smile slowly creeps onto my face.
I don’t want to be heard.
I want to be listened to.
What’s the sense if the listener doesn’t comprehend?
Or want to comprehend
I need to borrow a pair of well used ears
I am surrounded.
There is nowhere to run,
No place to hide.
My legs are shaking.
As if shoved down by a giant hand,
I collapse into a ball.
Curled tightly on the cold, hard ground,
I have learned everything
the hard way
but i cannot complain
I have learned that words do
not mean the same thing when
they are said
And that's a really big problem
for someone like me.
Music arise from within
And radiate through my fingertips
My blood warms and breath lengthens
Eyes melt shut
Sway, drift, shudder
Sleepless night and a flickering light
the shadow glares, from above it snares
slow tunes fill this space with nostalgia
I curse the day that this Earth was polluted
With son'a'bitch’s, heartless bastards; whatever name suits them
If I could go back in time, I would go back and stop today’s civilization from being made
If I was honest
With myself,
I'd say to the
Mirror
I was a desperate woman,
But only to love
The two people looking back
With everything
That I could ever give
Us
A devil in disguise
Appealing, but with a bitter taste
You feel his burn, but ignore it
Beginning at the age of five, I grew up one of the brightest
But to become popular, that didn't help me in the slightest
I had many friends looking back on the years
However, not many who have stayed through the tears
To Love and to be loved are like untold secrets that we hold. ..Feeling that are lost between the lines of right and wrong..
I don’t understand why you can’t see
Sometimes I need to do things for me
Not for you or for your family
Just me me me me!
It’s not selfish to work on myself
I have to admit, that sometimes I need some help
To be heard you must raise your voice. Let people know you are here. Have your voice reach its highest point. Let the people hear what you've got to say. Never stay quiet. It lets them know you are small.
I always wish that I could say it
That when I do you'll feel it too
I used to see you almost everyday
When you pass me in the hallway
You'd look at me and my heart would jump
You don't still drive like a drag racer,
do you?
Speeding through the city streets under the silver moon,
Slipping past parked street cars on a deserted road
Lit by lustrous, lonely light posts
There's quite a lot I'd like to say, but I keep it in my mind, 'cause it would hurt someone: maybe you, maybe me.
But this is a harmless platform, so I'll let them out (my words).
First.
This is for my hero, the one who gave me a life and a purpose to fullfill.
This is for my hero, the one who saw me when everyone else was blind.
This is for my hero , the one who overlooked my sin and saw me for who I once was.
Threw it all when You lost it all
Threw the cause you find a way
Just to let us know and say
I'm with you today
And when you are beaten down
You get right back up
When you try
You never give up
I don't write to be heard.
I don't write for others to find comfort in my words.
I don't write to be understood.
I don't write for others to criticize my work.
Why do I write?
I have heard it before,
how men do not notice eyebrows,
that they do not care for plump lips
weighed down in red lipstick.
They say that china-glazed eyes
belonging to a dumb bunny
Broken hearts, bleeding hearts,
Tear me open to break me apart. Shattered and shaken and smashed and defeated
We Are All Sinners, So Heed Us And Listen.
Fail to see the light-
who am i?
i never would have imagined my life this way,
the silent tears at 1am,
the screams when im home alone,
how did this happen?
Translucent Minds
Deep in speech
Barely uttering the authenticity of their individuality
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.
Alone, my thoughts my company.
Solitude, a quiet that touches your soul.
Struggle, pain with no relief.
The rust on an old abandoned pianoplays notes with greater grandeur,because now stories and memoriesaren't just stuck in the past's pasture.There are stairs that climb in the old mansion
I was born with favoring eyes.
I can see the burden others carry, like a shadow and a beast rolled into one, and it saddens me.
You're having a hard time again, and I'm sorry to hear that.
If my love for you could be written into words or defined by actions
Then the moon will fall and the sun will turn cold as that has more of a chance of happening than I do with you.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholders ,
Not in the eyes of the negative talkers.
Try to avoid those people for they are walkers ,
Walkers among valley of death , negativity.
The world is filled with aggressivity ,
"Between man and a woman"
is what my parents always said
"is what your marriage must be"
or, to us, you're dead
was the fine print
hidden beneath their Bible's words
I don't know where to startOr where this will goBut there is so much that you need to knowThree years have gone byNot a damn word from youA hello, how are you, I hate you...What is a "daughter" to do?
She’s drowning in sorrow, when she should be drowning in love
Like a mirror my Love reflects what the World desires to see
She’s smiling when she’s crying
I can't be mad at you, nothing was your fault.
You were hurt, and pain changes things.
I was there for you through it all
and I expected nothing in return
I wasn't even mad when you left
But I hoped
My wounds have been reopened, the blood of life draining from my battle ridden corpse.
My emotions more drained than an empty bottle of juice.
My life fading as I see my captor standing at the threshold.
Like day time
In the dead of nigh
The goodness of the world
Shining so bright
So strong you can hardly see
So powerful
You can hardly breathe
Leading the way
Good communication is when one understands
And gives feedback to another.
Their feedback may be answered
Differently on ones sex or color.
Good communication should be
Walk Through the Doors
Freshman.
Take a Breath
Look Around
Make a Friend
Laugh a Little
Take a Breath
Go to Class
Find a Seat
Take a Breath
Tryout For the Team
In the doctors office, they record my weight, height, and vision.
They take meaningless numbers of my blood pressure and glucose.
At home they count how many chores I didn't do, what time it was that I didn't go to sleep.
My mom wants me to live through god
but my mind is in hell
hearing stories of kids dying for a touch of wealth
All I asked for was time. Time
To mend the gaping hole in my back
From where your knife groped its steely
Finger from my hot, pale flesh, reaching to
The open air. All I needed was
Time.
"Around my way, you better beware.
Cause once you locked in, you may never leave here.
My city is the realest, killers are different leagues here.
Every night bullets hit home runs, major league man.
Growing up
I always had so much to say
but no one would listen
no would listen to the troubles of a child
because no one belived a child had troubles
so I kept quite
I "stayed in a child's place"
A wisp of wind pushed cottony, sun-brightened tendrils across your ruddy cheeks,
and a soft, golden light makes you glow
like a firefly
calling for a friend in the sticky coolness of the night
The daunting height of human creation
Rises to the sky a callous cultivation
Of unbridled and unyielding fallacies
Feel like crying
But I’m out of tears
And a reality is made
Out of my fears
Sick of this feeling
Can’t seem to escape
Stuck in this world
That is being reshaped
Though I waited for you,
All along the trail my shoes made was doubt
In the form of crushed ice-crystals
Maimed by the soles of my boots.
There was a moment where I thought
I could hear you whispering,
Take away your right to drive,
Then you get mad 'cause you don't try,
To fix these habits in your life,
That could kill you or take someone's wife.
These dangerous substances that man has created,
If you're having trouble remembering lines,Just think of this poem and you will be fine,When you're on stage the acting's for real,Just keep on pretending that it's the real deal,
The sunshine gleams in your eyes
As the sea moves within your body
You bend the earth
And breathe the air
You’re something new in the world
A spark from a shooting star
Death
Your eyes burn into my soul
Blacken my spirit
You have shown the ultimate pain
The undeniable sacrifice
You are death
Known as the end
I knew you would come
And take me over
I close my eyes and let the darkness engulf me
I grab hold of reality, then fall into a deep abyss
My past is my nightmare and I am the creator
My heart, with wet tissues and closed valves, aches
I am always at war
The shadows are growing faces
And the voices growing names
My mind is having a party
And playing twisted little games
The music is growing louder
With warping melodies
Why do I stay stuck on you?
Better yet…
Why couldn't you just stay stuck on me?
Then I wouldn't be in this predicament.
We met
We fell in love
We fell apart
Now we’re strangers
I'm a victim to the violence that has been brought upon me by men
And all I ask is what happened to all of the gentlemen
Well, I haven’t did this in a minute. Maybe caused I've been so used to trusting my handy dandy notebook.
What is this feeling I feel?
Like I'm floating on air,
It doesnt feel real.
Butterflies feel my throat,
But I can still breathe.
My knees buckle as he chuckles,
As loud as can be.
Welcome to my world
Of words, where I
Might lead you to
A new realm of life.
Read the pages that I wrote,
See the pictures that
I make with phrases
And rhymes that come
Here lies a knob into the room of what was once untainted thoughts.
Thoughts that have been glazed across the drywalls of confinement and have seeped into every crooked crevice through vibrant meticulous strokes of I can do it.
Listen
I dont need your touch
I just want your touch
Sometimes I crave it: Just a hit once in a while, Just a few moments of everything I want to hear
Listen
I make mistakes,it's normal, right?So long as you don't judge me,we'll get along. But lately,you haven't been supportive.
It's hard.
Living,
dying,
everything in between.
For how can we expect that our
miniscule lives can mean anything
when they are so short?
It is wise to believe that
I walk out into nothing but fog
The darkness surrounding me
I hear a noise coming from behind me
I see nothing but a silhouette.
It is my depression
He is here to take me under
There is no return
I always feel like poems have to rhyme
But i know people write all the time
Without a single word in line
So why not break free and and be yourself
Everyone comes to me with there situations
But where do i go with mine
Everyone always assumes i'm fine
Maybe helping people is just suppose to be my vocation
I see the changes in the nature
I love the way it makes me feel
It leaves me at peace to not worry about the future
A break from school lets my brain heel
This is the most halcyon time of the year
We walk this world in oblivion.
Will I wake up tomorrow?
Will I live another day?
We go on as perfect civilians.
Do I want this?
Do I have any say?
Walking down this high school hallway
Last time I'll ever see my peers
All I really can do is say
Don't be afraid to conquer your fears
When you break down and scream and cry
Speak louder
speak louder
Speak louder
Talk
Be quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Caught up by the thoughts swirling in my own head
Running myself
Running me dead
What if you knew something you can't explain
Everyone says love takes pain
My heart feels empty and drained
I am me times infinity there is no one real me except the one that Ive put on mute in the back of my mind.
Who are they to say I can't? Who are they to say that if I fell i won't get up and run?
Did those who didn't believe in me do it for the fun? I ask myself, will they ever put down that gun?
There's so much pressure nowadays
On kids and young adults.
Pressure to meet every benchmark,
And to have X amount of extracurriculars,
And to do damn well on the ACT,
And to earn X amount of dollars,
Boom, another life of someone's lover..as i pull up my cover Split, there goes a crack in the wall and there goes the head off my doll.
Even through the all the crap we still stayed together
But we were just so young, we didn't know any better
Side by side even through the lies through all the pain
As time sailed on, we learned nothing would stay the same
Spinning like a tire
Warmth & destruction, as of fire
Mistakes piling on a pyre
But successes take you higher...
I want to be heard.
By the people I need the most,
By the people who are close to me and so
Dear.
I want them to hear my words of
Love
To hear the
Truth
Behind my voice.
‘What are you writing?’
The question sends my world spinning backwards
and leaves me scrambling for what I already know
will be an insufficient answer
because I know the question that will follow:
To be heard is a dream
A want, a wish, a need.
To be heard is a thought
That leads to loss and confusion amongst.
Who would listen to a naive girl
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.
Is It Because You’re Older
By Brian
Is it because you’re older?
Does that give you the right to dismiss my ideas as garbage?
I'm on this beautiful mountain, catching my breath at the peak.I've been searching everywhere, but I can't find the words to speak.Hands are trembling, as the trek has been rough, precarious.
So I was sitting on my bed one day
With a computer in my lap
I decided 'I'll watch one of your videos!'
And it all started at that
I watched you perform
In interviews, on stage, in music videos
I sit on my bed with the blinds half closed, wondering why ; the people of this world try to be so cold and crass. Don't they realize that life is a journey, that goes round and round , just like a clock that goes tick tock.
Listen to my words, listen to my cries,
You are right in front of me and yet you leave me here in such a woeful time.
My words can tell you what's wrong and how they can be fixed,
Am I invisible?
Am I merely just thin air?
Or am I a fool who has a fool inside my mind?
A magician, a joker, a poker player,
And everyone else.
It is our job to have a different face for everyone we met.
Why am I a wiriter and poet?
Because I find comfort in creative words;
Whether they are a beautiful figmentation of my imagination
or the ugly truth
soon to be heard.
Why am I a dancer?
I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice.
So quiet, yet so confident.
I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice.
"When was the last time you stepped out of that cramped space?"
Oh, I'd say it's been ages
Since I could freely walk the forest trails and sniff the pine air
It's been forever. I've been busy.
I would say that writing is
bleeding from the soul
a release of ideas from the back of the mind
an escape for oneself
where judgment cannot take its toll.
And this is true in some ways
but
This song.
It makes my heart swell.
It makes my heart soar.
My heart is a dove.
See it fly.
I want to listen forever.
I want to sleep.
This song will bless me
with sweet dreams,
Let them set the stone where it belongs
It will appease them
Do not clash with the wills of the many
It will anger them
Do not question those with power
They will sequester you
It's infinite
And you can hear it
And it echoes though the halls
Of my mind
All the time
Unforgettable, Indescibable
I'm frightened, I'm scared
If phrases get caught
I'm not--
your words, they stingjust like a razor blade upon my skinsinking deeper with each cut you slit
we've all loved
We've all lost
But all can be found
We'll all live
We'll all die
We'll always strive
For better or worse
To love and be loved
We'll find whT was once lost is now found
Once I step on that court,
My brain clears. I take a breath.
My heart beats with each bounce,
Keeping me alive.
If it stops,
There won’t be time for goodbyes.
That sound of squeaking shoes,
This poem may be rough because it is my first ever poem, but that doesn't make it any less valid. God's love is amazing. I am tired of people thinking Christianity is full of people who are cruel and hippocrites.
The pain in the pit of my stomach made me die a little more inside
I don’t deserve to be treated like this is what I’ve began to realize
Too many chances turning into lies as I give them away
Running away from your fears is not the best solution
You can run but sooner than later they’ll catch up
It’s not easy but you can face them
Others think they help you when they make things worse
Hey guy, I think you caused my heart to stop.
My lungs can’t breathe. I can’t say a word to you.
Without you in my life my heart strings would pop,
All that I know is that I’m in love with –
What gets me inspired?
Damn, I don't really know.
I guess this prompt has been really eye opening, though.
I'm just sitting here with some writers block
If I ever do anything creative I'll be in shock.
The life that we praise,
what we call a perfect one,
is not within reach,
but the life we call our own
is just as desirable.
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
There’s a mountain we all climb,
With rocky edges and rough patches.
But does your naïve mind even see it?
That this mountain gives you scratches?
You mirror your mother.
You mirror your father.
You mirror your siblings.
You mirror the movie stars.
You mirror your favorite musicians.
You mirror your best friends.
The mask covered his imperfections.
The mask hid his hatred with a smile.
The mask hid his corruption by showing him as just a city worker.
The mask hid his evil tongue by showing him as a good man.
When you're a writerThere's only one hopeThat someone out thereWill hear youWith every wordAll we can think ofIs that person who heardAt least one thoughtBecause nothing
to be Heard
rip opEn the chest
And feel the emotions
Ripped from your lips
hear Me, oh future, oh past
hEar me, oh children born, old men dead
Now is the time to act
Your eyes are fixated on an object at an arms distance from you and behind this object lies a door.
I wrote a poem for my mom but she didn't read it.
I receited it to my father but he couldn't hear it because he was talking louder.
Then I showed it so my sister whose nose was so high in the air she couldn't see it.
Congratulations, you're born
You made it it far enough to feel the light of day
You also just cost your creators anywhere from $3,297 to $37,227, according to a study from UCSF (2014)
Poetry.An art, an expression, an author’s puzzle to allow a reader to understand them and perhaps make a connection.Why?I don’t get it. Just say what you need to say.
I thought I knew who I was.
I thought sickness would take that from me
But instead, sickness strengthened my identity.
No I am not the sick girl.
The outside of me is better than ever
But the inside of me is shattered
Shattered like glass
To not let anyone see that I'm shattered,
I start to play along
Looking as happy as I can be
It’s a competition
One shot, two shot
Three shot, four
Drink all night
Until you drop to the floor
You think that it’s fun
And you think that you’re cool
But you wake the next morning
You see people still haven't grasped the fact that actions are louder than words that's why when they see these Instagram post then they believe them and Instagram said break up with
The days that go by
Day in and day out.
My words would cry
Don’t hurt me, don’t shout.
The loudness of everyone roars in my tiny little ears,
Where I want to hear silence
And my mind to be clear.
Lonely girl is so far up above the world. She orbits around, without an anchor to ground her.
Her heads down in the hallway,
she doesnt wanna be there,
covers her scars with her sleeves,
and her face with her hair;
And when she gets home,
theyre always so hard to please,
she hides in her room,
Why
Is it that everything
I did upset you?
Am
I just not as perfect as
you wanted me to be?
I
listened to every word you said,
Time to prepare
All stops, to sit down
Green, Red, Brown
Medicine within
Organic love traveling
Longing satisfaction
Lasting energy
Yellow, Purple, Blue
Not a soul abused
We all return to dust at the end of the day.
There are a limited number of words you can say.
Once the time comes, you remain forever soundless.
Use the words you are given,
I am in a constant state of unhappiness.
In my unhappiness, the happiness is blotted out
By a blank state of staring at something that should, but almost isn’t there
Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins
Hearts filled with agonizing wounds
Instead, there’s nothing -
Selfish emptiness took away my feeling
I Carried You For 9 months inside me Where No One Else Has The Privilege To Be
The Blood That Flows In Your Veins Is The Very Same Blood I Shared With You From My Own Veins
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?
And still, my thoughts, they wander toward you
As I sit and contemplate lonely jazz poets and sulking homosexuals, free with themselves, but dying at the chains wrapped to their feet in a bubble perfection world
Why I write
I write to ask questions, bring awareness, and wield thought
I write for you
I write to organize my mind, to better understand, to relieve the tension, to ignite the flow of creativity
I write for me
As the cymbals crash at the final note,
the audience applauds and lose their minds.
We stood upon the platform posing...
Our bodies exhausted but still filled with adrenaline.
The sharp and the stabbingLike the shards of a broken bottleAnd its gleaming smoothnessLike the beads of a necklaceThey cut my stomach liningLuminescent- like stolen stars
What's in a word? A sentence?
What's it worth to speak your mind when nobody can hear you.
To be heard.
I want to scream, shout!
But they are all deaf in their ignorance.
To be heard.
Say, What's it to you?
Don't get too concerned, its not your problem
But if I fell, I wonder what would happen?
Walk along, it's not my problem
And what if it was, would anyone stop'em?
I wondered why they ran for so long
their bare feet strike rocky hills, sand, snow…
Thuds of fear…trails of tears…happiness…love lost
Those were “my girls”, Those were “my niggas”.
I didn’t care about what no one said about me,
We drift away to Narnia in our sleep,
if only to gain some solace from the dreadful company we keep.
In spite of the futility of it,
we crave and thrive within the vicinity of our creation.
To be heard, is the cry of every heart
To be heard, is desired from the very start
From a child's first cry, to final death
We long to put our souls to rest
To find peace in someone who has heard
Stream of consciousness.
A fill of void and mess.
Generalizing my distress
in a field in which I won't digress.
Yes,
we are all in this world together.
She's got rock star style with that beauty queen flare.
She has my full attention with just the flip of her hair.
She's got a lot of class, I can't even deny.
To be heard by many and to be head by the world
Growing up where if your not heard your a nobody
Flashing and Dashing watching the world past you by
Doing all things to be seen as the world flashes past your eyes
Love is often portrayed with verbal communication
While this is a big element there is something equally as important
Unspoken language, often overlooked
Every word held back or action restrained says as much as words
It is my serenity
My escape when reality is too much to bare.
Freedom among that unexplainable
And you are the guide.
You guided me here,
To this vast wonderland of beauty.
Four APs, one SAT,
How many more tests can there be?
I've studied hard, I filled the page
With bubbles of my name and age.
Now, when I close my eyes at night,
Those endless bubbles fill my sight.
Do you know what it's like,
To like boys and girls in a small, Southern
Predominantly Christian town?
To hear your peers talk about homosexuality being wrong and weird?
My child’s name is not Disability
He is perfect in my eyes
Able to do anything
Limits beyond the skies
I write to write
To throw my words against a wall
And have them bounce back
Through the ears of you all
At the time when I was youngI saw life and thought it beautiful.Never once thinking of it in depth,Never once asking it of anything.As life grew around me, so did I
The lone days of summer that alters your attention to yourselfSummerThe days that will last for hours and create new memoriesSummerThe season on which you will learn how to say goodbye Summer
People don't know the real me.
They just make assumptions about
Who they think I should be.
Others fill me up with doubt.
Tell me; what is the truth?
I have fought tooth
And nail to be heard,
I am a teenage lesbian
I wonder why I am discriminated against.
I hear negative comments from the ones I love.
I see hateful slangs being thrown at me.
I want everyone to realize that love is love.
Sits amongst us
Can be a friend
Can be a foe
But how could something so dark be a friend?
Sucks you in
Just to spit you out
All disheveled and askew
Communication is key
What a clche, they dont use it in the streets
No one talks any more
Only texts and tweets
Whatever happened to meet and greets
Face to face in person
None of it seems imporant
I remember the first time I met you
so clearly.
You spoke in different languages
in my ear
to distract me as you put your
tongue against mine,
Life is like a river,
Twisting, turning, changing course,
Taking many different paths, but ending at the same place.
We get older.
We lose touch with those we know,
I’m afraid of myself
I’m afraid that I will never succeed
I’m afraid that my parents will be disappointed in my decisions
I’m afraid that the world will not accept me for who I am
Let's do this before we expire
don't look away or you too will transpire
into a mindless individual a zombie to them
they take you and use you until you are dead
May 15, 2014
THINGS ARENT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM
A Larcinamonte Robinson Original
As the tears rolled down her face, she thought she was all alone;
No one to hug her, no one to tell her that she is loved.
Her thoughts began to strengthen.
I speak with the intention to breathe a new life
But the stale air is all that you swallow
My words are a poison to self-induced ignorance
Your mind is full and yet utterly hollow
PTSD, bi polar, adhd, and borderline personality disorder they say. Born dependant on crack cocaine, marijuana, and alcohol. Two weeks in the niccu, which I was lucky it was just two.
Quiet and subtle, concealed as it grows
Hated, desired, treasured, and abused
The topic of art, poetry, and prose
A force so pure, yet so often misused
emotions dance so deep within my chestthey can't reach outside my fleshand you can't see these passion-soakedterrid dreams that my blood weeps.
I do not care if you feel how I feel.
I know you don't.
I am so ...
I am so ...
I do not have the words.
Did you hear? It’s too late. I cannot say goodbye.
The tears running down my face, why did you have to die?
My dad is gone and there’s nothing left for me.
There’s nothing left for me to be.
When I wrote,
I tried.
When I called,
I tried.
When I talked,
Looked, and listened
I, myself, was trying
I was trying to save us
In any way I could.
I was holding on
Pain hurts
Secrets KILL
No one has felt pain until you've felt what I feel.
Scared to open up
Scared to reveal
Listen!
Can you hear me?
I am screaming for help
I am welling up
With the pain inside,
With the thoughts that haunt me
Listen!
Can you hear me?
I am holding your hand
Make me
Undo me
Or just see right through me
Help me
Hurt me
Or just leave me be
I'm pulling all directions
I'm screaming to find
A place where I fit in
In my own insides
Look above me and you will find
An unfinished song forgotten over time
The notes are perfect in my heart they will collide
I write so that the dimension of my mind may find connection to the reality of the world.
In the hope that the complexities of my thoughts and the sincerity of my heart may be understood.
Fading Away
To depravity,
Only ephemeral.
Redemption
Quite feasible,
if industrius.
A Name
Emancipated,
From profligacy.
Placid water,
My reflection stands still.
Though my thoughts in my head,
And the emotions that i feel,
Run rampant throughtout me,
Beckoning tears to my eyes.
But no longer will i suffer,
Some sounds are echoes
Some are whispers
Some demand to be heard and possess your mind
Some just flow past you like a chill
Some sounds hurt you from the inside out and make you want to crawl out of your skin
We are All Victims no matter which race
The fine memories of our past still reaps
Its what we call bullying that kills this place
We hide until the screaming stops and weeps
The Sufficient
By: Satchel Francis
Is it wrong to gain and trust oneself?
To believe you can do all things
The world ahead is not yet known
unwritten futures, soundless time
The world ahead is out of focus
fuzzy shapes, colors blurred
The world ahead is out of reach
Dear Abby in third grade,
You were the first
We played house, I was always the dad
We played prom, I was the boyfriend
We played kissing practice,
I was your mistake.
Bare feet running down the street
Speak louder than the words shouted in the house
This is for all the kings without kingdoms, or queens without crowns.
For the people without voices, crying out from the ground
This is one voice, a tremulous note,
Sustained by the wind and carried by hope
Can you feel the laughter echoing through the hallways?
Can you see the closeness that we all have?
These are the greatest memories
That we all have
Life is harshful
Keep on going!
No one said it was going to be easy!
The road might get rough
Hang in there
There is a reward at the end
Life is full of surprises
Live by your choices
Choices from the past may be regretful
But it's not too late to change
Be yourself
Express yourself
You are unique
You are the only one
Every morning you wake up
Every breath you inhale and exhale
Is a gift
Not everyone receives it
Everyone should be grateful to live
Life is beautiful
Life is full of surprises
A smile on my face pretending nothing is wrong, being scared, nervous, and sad it was unbearable and it happened that strong.
Do you know what it’s like to be pressured and stressed?
Stay up late studying and not having enough rest?
Sometimes you feel like you aren’t good enough.
In high school, both your parents and teacher can be tough.
Take it or leave it this is who I am
the pieces of me may be hard to understand
I lack some things but I offer so much more
if you compare them, my qualities kick my flaws out the door
We are fighting a war in which
We already know who wins,
So why do people continue to suffer
And continue to sin?
See there’s this God, my God
Who can completely change your heart.
They Say A Goal Gets You To Your Dream , But Is There A True Difference Behind The Scences ? You Write Down A List Of Things You Want To Accomplish , What Do You Title The Page ?
When you wake up you don’t normally know muchFirst thought might be “I need to pee”Second thought might be “What time is it?”But what if when you woke up you’re first thought was to blink your eyes three times?
You were the one who was gonna save my heart
Instead you broke it into a thousand parts
Every time exactly the same
But I thought you were different the first time you said my name
I fell but you didn’t catch me
Hannah
Good-natured, trustworthy, exuberant, determined
Who feels...
Loved by her family
Enthusiastic when playing volleyball Irritated to witness others in harm
Who needs...
Every morning, I attach this,
Balloon to my belt.
Never have I felt,
So weightless,
Unsparing, regardless.
A Treasure.
So beautiful. Desired at first site.
Corruptive to the soul.
Corruption of the marvelous.
Or the zealous.
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.
A broken heart will remember its wounds.
A mind scarred will remain scarred.
A body touched cannot be untouched.
But another bottle won't fix it all.
And the high only lasts for a moment.
To speak my voice is to let my words ring out into the air, reverberating through every corner.
The rain dripping and falling
from the sky.
Standing together
a little bit shy.
The light above
is mirrored down the streets
as your lips lightly
touch mine.
I am the piece of clothing
that falls when you're
carrying laundry that
you don't want to pick up
I am the lighter that
ran out of fluid
I am the leg on
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..
Your dear eyes reflect the beaches on which we could walk
A future that is glowing in your smile
It could not be forgiven; it had to be a sin.
It didn’t matter if you were all alone
Or misunderstood. Even if you were “out-of-the-zone,”
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.
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?
To be a poet,
To be a poet is to speak your mind,
To be a poet is to say something that may rhyme,
To be a poet is to give the world your views,
To be a poet is tell the world what is new,
To be heard is to be Waldo, found at last
To be heard is to be the smallest person in any given room with the most passion of any given person
Father slapped me across the face
When I asked him
Why he was never home
Anymore.
I have a dream that one day equality will mean just that. Marriage is a right for everyone. I have a dream that one day discrimination will no longer exist.
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.
Unfamiliarity
breeding insecurity,
look through the window
of Society
and tell me what you see.
Lowered moral values,
high expectations of success,
a web of double-standards,
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
At first I didn’t want it to cease
But I awoke wondering why you were in my peace.
If it was once I’d understand but fool me twice, then I will think you had this planned.
My slumber is well when you are present
We didn't think it would happen to us,
We thought we had it all under control,
yet we knew it was a possibilty...
Oh! how dumb and naive were we,
We didn't think,
We were stuck in that moment and
Who am I?
Who the hell am I?
Sitting here, angry
Sitting here, dark from the sun
Sitting here, kinky and rough
Feeling here, unwanted
Ugly
Untamed
Unloved
Burdened
A heart,
Broken by all the lies; all the black thoughts that lie in the mind.
The mind,
That composes images and plays scenarios of unwanted memories.
Memories,
Maya once said that she can note the obvious differences in the human families
And I wondered if I could ever know them as well,
I'm nothing but air in the spercale world.
Nothing but dirt on a snakes bottom world
No more pain
I'm insane
Where is the you who wanted me so badly
Where is the you who needed to have me
What I'm trying to say, is that I'm tired of feeling this way
I've been thinking all day, that you let your pride get in the way
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,
Dazed and confusedI stood thereMonday August 12.I thought I knew heart break.I thought I knew heart break I thought I felt heart breakBut it took me a week to realize that I had not.
To the man selling newspapers in the street,
I’ve noticed in Weslaco,
everything is close together,
but nothing seems closer than
the memory stained article you sell;
and dreams never looked so scarce
What's the reason for all this madness
All these pensive thoughts
And there's no reason for this sadness
I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
I write to no direct audience.These words are not racist.These words do not discriminate, or mistreat.
Our generation is composed of those
who just want to fit in
It's sad when we live among those who think losing
your virginity isn't such a dangerous sin
I write to be heard
To be read and understood
I write to be respected
To make my point and show my strength
I write to tell my story
To prevent myself from crumbling
In a world of black and white,
be the shades of grey.
They bring value to each day.
In a world of broken dreams,
be the shining star.
You can reminds each boy and girl,
Others living day by day
Like a book wide open
with no inspiration to guide them
What the hell can i say?
There are no words to express
The wisdom I have gained
It seems i've aced this test
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?
I am more than just/ a face in the crowd/ I have a voice / and I want to be heard / Beyond the reaches of Northern New Jersey / the world in which I live / I want all to know / that I am not just an average Joe / I am Joseph Conciatori / a poet,
Oh Love! Oh Love! | Thou hast made its way | Through centuries of Father Time | Doing the usual, taking it day by day. | You've moved from the Bible days | To the Olden days | To the Present maze | Into our Future gaze.
As people we sit and try to forget that not so happy part of our lives
We try to bury it deep underneath the surface and have this always positive outlook on life
The moment that our body's met,
Was the day that all the consecutive numbers, all the slahes on my calnder had finally reached zero.
When your love stretchs 1,968 miles, you don't get to see each other too often.
The color pink is a presuppositionthat was forced upon usfrom birth.We were not given a choice.
White teeth, long hair, pretty smile, perfect skin
Yet no one knows what lies within.
The girl with a pretty face
Longs for the day when things will fall into place.
Darling, darling, eyes of jewels
Kiss me once, deem me a fool
Lover, lover, kiss of satin
In your embrace, I am a madman
Eternal love given by you
As a beauiful curse to me
Open up a book
To learn from your life
See history before your eyes.
Closed your mouth to hear
Together I see you with me walking along this dark path finding the pieces to my shattered heart, not I but we as a team will form happiness through our love and care we have for one another.
The light outside glowed through the threadbare curtains,
revealing the shadow of a trucker yelling
at his "white trash" girlfriend. It was late,
but we were in the heat
When you speak
When you scream and shout and curse the heavens
There is no can't, they won't
You beg, you plead
The world is moving forward
Closure: the unforgettable goal
Aggressive boasting creates wolves out of menMen who otherwise would cower now feel empowered to hunt again
The words that
I can't say
are written so I
can get through the day.
To be heard
isn't so easy,
because listening ears
aren't there freely.
The cries I cry
For the girl who has to see her drunk father
For the boy who gets teased because he's gay
For the twins who are stuck together
For the child who sees his sister waste away
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for?
How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Without a wordI walk through life.To be heardIt is my biggest strife.
Movement so loud,Activities one by one.Are you not proudOf all that I’ve done?
My mind is going crazy at this point.
I thought I knew what I was getting myself into,
But they left me no choice.
I did this for you,
you know that right?
I did it to save you from that life.
Monogamy/ achievable but unreachable/ strived for but at the same time pushed away./ "I love you....
I have given you everything.
Now I feel as if everything that I have given you
Is being thrown away.
You've made it through,
You are here,
But the journey isn't over yet.
Throughout life,
You must give your all,
As you have done here.
The struggles will come,
You must see them through,
I write to release, maybe it’s an inner beast but I call it simply…
Passion.
Now this passion of mine is to be heard
from the hills of the rockies,
To the slums in Africa. For what purpose?
To tell a story
What do you want to do when you grow up?
Fire fighter! Veterinarian! Actress!
At a young age we all begin our long journey to finding the right job,
As years progress we realize just how important that decision is.
Aim to become all that you hope to be, all that you dream to be, all that you will be
There are words that I can’t say
I constantly save for another day
Like a forest fire tearing through
All the things I wish you knew
I hold my breath and close my eyes
Its suppose to be a theoryThat a red rose symbolizes love
But when that rose dies after sometime
Then what am i to think?
Does it mean that love doesnt last like it use to?
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.
From under a veil of nurture and care emerges a vibrantly colored species surrounded by green bushels, luscious grass and among the best of habitats. Society’s hand-picked favorite among nature.
This one is for the kids that slung into a hole with their statistic, afraid that their individuality will never see the light of day
I am silenced by society
but in actualitlity
It's freedom of speech
That is condemned
To the internet
To the social media
Where I vent
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,
Crying doesn’t solve problems
But it will make you feel better
That’s why we cry on others’ shoulders
That’s why our pillow is soaked at night
That’s why the next day we can smile
The day my mother walked down the aisle
She walked with beauty, grace, and a vast smile
Dressed in white and pure in her heart
I like to walk at night in the summer
Everything seems to click into place
As I gaze at the stars
Trying desperatley to be one
But my favorite part isnt the stars
Or the whispering cicadas speaking
Oh god, why poetry?
Oh god, you ravaged my insides;
you made me bleed and bleed and bleed
for what? Poetry?
Words don’t mean anything—things mean things,
like spokes of a rusty gear, like a gleaming sax
I write this to my father
I hope I make you proud
Across the widest canyons
Can you hear me now?
They hear me even though
no one else cares to listen.
They convey to my ears what heaven is like
and all I can reply with is musings
of hell,
which sound like parchment paper cracking
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,
To be Heard.
To be Understood.
To be Wordless.
To be Unstated.
To be Expressed.
What is communication?
...Communication is Key.
Being able to whisper,
Who are you?
Mother or monster?
protector or predator?
do you offer me warm embraces?
or grasps of pain?
do you smile when I'm sad?
or do you grimace in guilt?
Are you going to let me talk?
Or should I start to walk?
If you would listen then you would know
That when I talk, my feelings show.
You won't let anyone see
How pretty I can actually be.
That phone call you never thought you'd have to make;
Where is he…?
You only turned away for a second.
You just had to close your eyes.
He’s gone.
Your little baby boy…
It’s the days and nights alone,
Wishing he’d come back.
Waiting by the phone,
Not knowing if he’s under attack.
I know I will never fully enderstand what went wrong I only know it's what you wanted to do.
I know that time has passed and yet I still wonder how your doing.
words buzz and spin in clouds of confused formation
wheeling and turning, penetrating all corners and crannies with all of their information
How could I have known
On that very first day,
That you would soon turn your back
Forget me
And walk away?
I thought that even though
I mess up a time or two,
You would still love me,
There's love in the air,
And all i hear is your sweet whipers making me smile.
There's tensoin in the room,
And all i feel is you pushing me away.
There's the sound of laughter through the house,
From our high school history textbooks,
We have learned the metamorphosis of black.
How the color was birthed to slavery, cacooned into separate, and then emerged as equal.
We have learned about the plight of woman.
Life is the basal in which we share
Developing as any plant would; straight from the stem.
It is our choice to have the care
To grow up in the light or digress in the darkness.
The hours I have put forth can not be counted.
The hours of sleep I have lost can not be counted.
The hours of questioning whether or not I'm good enough can not be counted.
Everyday I see thousands of faces surround me,
Constantly searching for what to be.
They do not care who they hurt along the way.
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.
Words their beautiful some damaging others uplifting Tu Amor I love you being thrown around like tossed salad where's the dressing the feelings being involved not everybody loves the vegetables dumped into a bowl of
You are told on a daily basis, 'I love you!', from your parents, your loved ones, friends, siblings.But what is the real meanig behind those three words?
It’s so quiet and isolated
On this lonesome, icy dock
Jutting out into the vast ocean.
As you stand on the edge of the dock
Looking down at the world below
The wood seems to freeze to your feet
To be heard in the community is not easy
Adults always looking down on teens, thinking we are all the same
I love you, I love you with all my heart.
Unfortunately, we are together less than we are apart.
I left my guard down and you walked right in.
I gave you my trust and you made my head spin.
She protects me and she feeds me,
She has raised me and she leads me;
She brought me up and taught me how,
She loves me completely without a doubt.
Nobody understands me.
Not my momma, my brother, my boyfriend, my sister, my auntie, my cousin, my best friend.
They just don't get it.
They are oh so proud of me, but they don't understand.
Hello my name is Hallie and I write for me
I write to say what I think and see
I write to express what is inside way deep
I do not write for you, but rather all for me
When I write I feel as though I am free
He leads you by the hand, You gaze into his eyes as the moonlight shines and glistens
Wrong move...gather around ladies zip it - listen.
Where is your pride my child, where is your self respect
All I ever wanted
Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe
Walking with her partner and not worry
'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight
All I ever wanted
Was to find love
Muaj ib hnub, I wish to scream so loud that the world has no choice but to listen
Scar the world, one so big no one can hide it.
This is the cry of a little girl,
whose daddy dies tonight.
This is the cry of a mother,
whose son goes off to fight.
This is the cry of a father,
whose daughter breathes her last breath.
They talk.
They talk
and talk,
and talk,
AND TALK,
Until mine own voice of truth and reason is drowned
By voices of lies and deception.
They believe.
They believe
Go to school
Become bored
Whine
Waste time
It is a sign.
What happend to the education?
We learned to memorize.
We learned to patronize.
Oh they all live in a glass house
Surrounded by the light they never found
Clawing at the counciousness they could never grasp
Yearning for a moment that's all too sweet to last
Green valleys lush with beauty,
Mountain ranges and forests as far the eye can see,
Seas, the ports of Akyab, and rivers flowing magnificently,
However, all of this is contrasted by the inhuman cruelty,
That story is to hard to tell
A tale to painful
But alas the pages are opened
To a heart so broken and dull
Is it the water from the shower head?
Or millions of tears from my eyes?
You may think you have me cornered
But I am beyond your borders
You think I like being stalked?
Yes I do admit
I am sick of your shit
The mhment I knew you were coming
Are you watching me from afar?
Delightfully mocking my scars
Cackling with your lungs half packed
With sharp words and enough smoke for stacks?
I can hear you calling
Out into this space
Blow me away
Pull the trigger
Watch me fade
Into the embers
Of my escape
I have no time
No patience to live this life
In the traditional way
So build your white picket fence
