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Not everyone sees me Some may not even now that I am there Not everyone knows who I am Some may not even know that I exist I hide on stage, back I am a name on paper, not a name in lights.
He's got a laugh and it's pretty like im listening to the voice of a city he's got a smile and it's bold like the sun has covered me whole he's got a charm and it gleams
It’s my first time. The words. Hanging off my tongue. He’s the first. He’s special. We’ve been together for so long time. I’m nervous. Terrified. Ecstatic.
I am looking for you My love In every face  Is it you? Are you the one? I wait for you Eagerly I want to know  You Look for me too
Merry Christmas my sweet. I’ve written you a few poems, but the list will grow, for how can one not share this intense sensation burning inside when it’s brighter than anything else?
Are we just now Meeting for the first time After all these yearsWhen I have known Every crinkle in your forehead And heard every story
As I look outside on a warm summer day , I realize a important thing. I can't see, not at all. It was problaly not a good idea to forget my glasses in my car.
First Sight Boundaries between, Walls knocked down Skies are cleared, King finds his crown. Smiles all the same But one in particular; Remains. Butterflies in the brain
Behind the dark sky of clouds A sun rests, with all its' stars And as I walk, forever proud Of my many universes that are Behind the clouds, behind the sun Behind anything that has not yet begun
O joyous God-sent talents That bestowed upon my sun kissed skin, Absorbing the magnificent rays of life Whilst the gloryful art shall become captured.  
Robotics is more than robots. It inspires creativity.
 Love Euphoric, Naive Beaming, Dreaming, Falling Team, People, Person, Withdrawal Yelling, Crying, Annulling Hysterical, Unfeeling
I know you exist. Please, drop this pretense. I feel my heart beat, Out from beneath my feet. I jump from my skin, You would be such a sweet, Sin. You held me To your chest.
Dr. Mae Jemison had a humble beginning. She never knew how much achievement, hard work could bring. Mae was born in Decatur, Alabama but considers Chicago, Illinois as her hometown.
When you kissed me, It wasn't fireworks. Well, The first time it was Of course,  Because it was the very first time,  And with the very first kiss,  There's always fireworks.
I met you when I was young  And reckless I ran to you when I felt dumb And headless You forced me to paint pain into progress As I progressed from someone who scribbled words
it burns with promises of salvation or damnation which one is it! will it be sweet as honey, and bountiful like grass? Or might it be like a blade emotionless, ready to pierce you which one!
all these colors rushing up to greet me all these ups and downs adrenaline running all these beautiful voices surround me exceat for one thats in my head that's in my heart
  I sit, feeling the burn throughout my bicep Some spots, I wince from the pain The constant humming of the machine has embedded in my brain Much like the ink being embedded in my arm
Finding you was the hardest uphill I've ever climbed...
Today. Today is my last first day of high school. Some may think it's a blessing in disguise, but I see it as a day of mourning. It's that last time your mom will be taking pictures with the sign that says
she came she saw she took what she needed with soft hands by her touch   she then approached him he came again she called him in she wanted
SAD   IT Will BE   For A Father TO Feel For the Death OF HIS Daughter   Who was HIS “Precious Pearl”   IT would have Been A very  
She, falling in love before   and he, to depart without   a bye so good   darkened Her heart from red to gray and further to black   it was as if death
 
She looks up His dancng eyes catch her smile   Others call them stupid Stupid to save their "love"   The altar is waiting For that kiss, first kiss   For they both know
It’s in the way I see shapes in the clouds. It’s how I feel when the sun kisses the horizon good night.  It’s when the bride and groom hold hands.  It’s the first breath from the summit.   
I remember the first time I wrote poetry, I remember the blood pooling out of me suddenly becoming ink How the blade suddenly became a sharp pen-                                
This is something I've never done before This isn't a very whimsical tale Perhaps it could be described as a chore I do hope that my first try does not fail Counting syllables is the easy part
I walk alone sometimes. you may ask me how i am, i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.   I walk alone sometimes. it does not bother me,
A face that's kind, With just few zits. A smile that is funnier than an orange rind, With a really slow wit.   A walk without balance or grace. A mind filled with irrational fears.
You know perfection Is a man-made word Because it is shallow. Though its implications are potent, No poetry projects from its reflection –
An hour every morning spent on my  make up and my hair I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but I do this for me.
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that  Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
I guess I like the way the cigarette Finishes the length of my arm Fingers curled up In a soothing smile I won’t be scared at night I won’t ever have to be alone Killing me softly I give in
For Losing shall I ever be Great      Losing long nights of pain  Before they found her Quenching the thirst of my innocece Saturating my pillow from sorrow       For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy A girl who's set free someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Perfect, That I am, So perfect in fact, My name is Sam.   From my head to my toes, From the wrinkle in my nose, The perfect five foot height, The perfect far-sighted sight.  
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation. I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones. Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas. Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves. Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
Trembling limbs, deep breaths, trying to stay calm. Warm lips;  wandering hands, clothes slip down to the floor. My soft voice asks the question; his, surprised, answers.
What is the true meaning of flawless A hope, an ideal, a dream that one may fit society's standards? Is it influence? A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
I saw it but I held my breath 
I am strong, No matter how many times you tell me I'm weak. 
I am the child born on a late Winter evening. I am the woman you never desire leaving. I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries. I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Many people like to judge others, Because they're afraid to themselves be judged. They are terrible bothers, All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.   I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.” Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
This is the first poem we ever wrote, And you'd be surprised to know, Our story started on Christmas, At 22:22, yes. It was difficult to go, but easy to throw. This is the first song we ever wrote,
Testing 1,2,3This poem is a test1,2,3Testing to seethe limits within metesting1,2,3testing mein order to see
I am not three letters my whole existance  is not bound by the skin that is covering my soul by the body that is less than simply because I am larger than you they try to place scars 
They say it is hard, You think you can manage, But it takes a bit, To really see the damage.   We were packed to leave, Very eager to go,
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom. You could choose whichever you wanted And if you weren’t content with your purchase, An exchange or return could be arranged As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
Young like a kid and wild like a forest i meet him and felt complete for seven hundred thirty days i felt alive and loved.welcomed we wasted time, long talks on the phone,
My mind gives birth to many thoughts...
There is a world yes where a mouse can talk and ride a floating carpet
Goverment For you we must excel But, how can we without the proper funds
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear. unable to relent nor express deep fear controlled by all sides of other people expressions able to listen but unable to be heard words struggle to escape the mind 
My Friend,   I hold your face with gentle hands, gazing into
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes. I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself; a flower that has never been caressed.
    laid out spread like butter on the ground.      i'm melting. yellow self bubbling  as i seep into the ground. through eyes that barely see but  straight ahead,
  what litters my Mind, is the Mind itself. how self-absorbed and arrogant of itself,
Whats on your mind?  I alwyas ponder this question time to time. We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds. I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you. You hide behind your paranoa, You want the "best" for me yet  Your support of my dreams means nothing to you. You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself 
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?" Well sir, what do you mean? I'm only talking the way I know how to speak, are you sure I don't talk pink? "But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me? What the fuck do you know? Who the hell are you To say? To choose For me,  What you do see. A skinny black kid? You see A Pair of Glasses? You see -
My First Love   Happiness, Rain Love, Pain Wishing that I could use only two Of these four words to describe you.
we were just stupid kids  parading the neighborhood past curfew worries dissolved by the sweet tangy alcohol like we were the only ones alive. i can still taste her now sweet and plush
To those who are broken Whose hearts have not mended Keep this thought on your mind Your lives have not ended. While the hurt and the grief Will bear down like a weight Know that there is relief
The gym, so musty and cool. The weights clanging against the ground. The buff guy, I thought “what a tool.” The hydraulics hissed, and gave out a sigh. The tap-tap-tap, of feet on the treadmill.
I spend my time biding by, tie my shoes, adjust my tie, i walk this square, all life seems fair a vision did i see, a vision of what I used to be how will i know i chose right?
No matter where I go, I can't explain away, the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way. She's a mystery to us all,  and a puzzle to a tee, a conundrum to her parents, 
examine him closely
With surreal blue skies The black covers feel the most Tangible, Alive
The teacher assigned a poem I said well does it have to rhyme She said well no but maybe at least give it a try-mm?
I remeber when I was about 6 years old. I hit my forehead at the edge of a glass table it started bleeding and it left a scar. I remember my little sister crying and me telling her it will be okay.
the bed like cotton on my back, but like a rock to my head-   the smile so daunting to my heart, but fun in my head.   the feeling of adulthood           so foreign
Looking up into the sky into the endless blue seeing all the clouds passing by the green balloon bright and new The little girl was shining with glee this was pur happiness 
And so it begins, our maiden voyage   We start, launching glances, cannons, from across the room Pull anchor, casting off from walls we once docked We sail, setting
In the darkness of the room I hear your still, cold breaths I hold a candle light infront of my broken body I uncover the mask you hide behind   Discovering something wild You are standing there
That name rings madness around my head. Resonates inside my heart. I recantate your beautiful name. With each syllable my pulse quickens. My mouth runs dry. The sound of my heartbeat;
  Being the First. I remember the long summer nights the most.    The sweet scent of Juniper floating among the breeze.   The croaks of toads and chirps of crickets filling the silence.   
There is truth to your word, As my walls come down. When you're around Something unpredictable, Something unspeakable Even unexplained. Yet our lips speak of it softly Will the slightest touch burn?
My love is for you to the one who does not see do you love me too
When your Born, you have a destiny When you take your first step, your destined with applause When your first day of school approaches, your mind wonders "Will I make Friends"
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