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How easy it is, To stand and look pretty While taking a photo. As I see the image that others see— Joyful but Smart.
The mourning sun: Helios I bloom—vivid and bold. Set in your sky, I burn gold. From my light— A sacred gift—
When I was 2 my sister was born and I was no longer a baby. When I was 4 my brother was born and by then I could change a diaper. At 8 people always said how mature and grown up I was, what a help, a second set of hands.
Everything suddenly changed, beneath the ground that started to split She thought her feet were on solid ground, a truth she brought herself to admit The sun could only shine for so long, while a million suns sustained her world
She looked at me and sighed. I brace myself, for I know The edge of a temper always wins. “You know this hurts It hurts It hurts
Slightly hovering above the murky waters is my consciousness, Slowly drowning.
Parties aren't my thing. There's something about big crowds That makes me shut down. I'm uncomfortable. Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table. Everyone's closing in. I can't even think.
nobody saw the pain behind her smile everyone assumed evrything was fine they have no idea how wrong they were while they looked away he was leaving bruises some were emotional but most were physical
They don’t realize it But they do They are expected to know everything They are expected to be perfected By imperfect people
Do you hear the music, That once did beat from within The constant thump of the unsettled.
Dear guy in the UPS store I knew you would be the focus of my poem as soon as I saw the floor Clean shaven, nice hair it looks like you might actually care
Sometimes I think I'm not good enough. Sometimes I know it for a fact. Sometimes I can stare the world 'til it backs down, Sometimes the opposite enacts. Somehow, I never seem to fit in,
Dear Dude, When I took those first steps... Not into the world, no Into your life. Who did I look like? I refuse to believe I didn't remind you of anyone. Perhaps... an old friend?
A mug full of green tea On a night under a black sea Started out thinking about food in France End up with my head up in circumstance Seventeen, strung out on confusion
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance My throat still tightens at the thought of your cry Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance
Somewhere along the lines I stopped and decided Not to let my whole identity get wrapped inside What I thought you wanted—expected of me I could not live being an insincere fake—I tried.
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I’m not the sort of girl that gets the boys And that has mostly been ok They’re just extra noise I naturally walk another way But this year I am changed They call eighteen adulthood
They hurt my feet these slippers red as a beet I don't want to go to a fancy hall or wear makeup on my face in this "gorgeous" sheet. but those horrible sisters and mom they say
She is afraid of fading into history of being an unknown story among the classics of forgotten churchgoers who live on their knees She doesn't know how she's going to pay the bills
Paint a picture Paint a picture perfect Make sure all these hours are worth it Don’t cure it Exploit what has been given
A personal piñata To bring to a breaking point As the piñata cracks Hands grab and the shell is left empty Grades Emotions Love It is snatched from the broken halves Hard work is pointless Piñata are replaceable M.M
The Pink Bows wrapped in my Hair. The Carefree Smile I chose Wear. The Dresses, The Heels, the Jewerly Too. The Girl, they Thought, Only if they Knew. Ten Years Later, The Bows Have Disappeard.
Paper dolls delicately scatter across the plains. Their grace and poise burdened for my name. Either they sneered or talked with me seeing, Because they did a pretty lousy job for me not to glance away.
The future follows behind me with a stern look and a jagged plea As competition constantly stares back at me. In the past year I battled the fists of friend crusades Because of the stabs of pending test grades.
Bloodless If in designation we find substance, We are neither truly rich nor poor. I know what you see when you look at me. At least I fear as you.
Expectations are now at thier highest peak.Senior year and I'm still a freak.I'm sorry.I apologize. Please turn away, don't watch me cry. I will never be what you want of me. I'm so sorry.
i once met a goddess on a lonely road Knots of gold adorning her crown shining jewels as green as a toad Diverted all the way down roses flourished in her cheeks As she continued to stare
In my early 20's, When I was a simplistic University student of the Law, One of my less popular professors Romanticized dinner table conversations, So much so I felt, That the apex of my life would entail,
Green leads to Greed yet I gaze outdoors to discover green is synonymous with growth what does this mean we have been groomed from the first green means go chase the paper, not the dream
They are everywhere Watching, waiting for a slip-up Waiting to criticize you for everything you do. There it is again! That feeling of eyes on you. You turn and search for the eyes
You're so pretty! Your face is beat! Oh my God! You're hilarious! I love compliments. Conceited much? No. I'm quite Precarious.
As the days go by, this arduous feeling grows. As I lay there, I can picture your faces in the patches of the sky. Dark and grey, I begin to feel your tears run down my face, It was time for me to let go.
the way i see it, we have two options: a) be each others One. give me the ring, leave the wedding to me; and soon we'll boast about this diaper-changing Happily
All I need is faith, trust, truth. And all I need is self esteem, stability,
My hands are always full I don't want to be successful I don't want that at all I don't want a big house Of which I've paid off every ounce With my supportive spouse
frustration is energy negative or positive? it depends frustration propells forward not backward negative or positive? it depends
Some may say that this is powerful stuff But the general consensus is that it's not different enough You have to be the next Green, the Rowell of this generation But all this standard lends to is my general consternation
Exhilaration. Heart rate speed up. Mind confused. Is it me? Is it you? Diletated pupils. Sex education didn't teach me this. Arousal? Doesn't seem to hit it.
A tiny voice asks me 'what do you provide?' I answer with nothing The voice will taunt, scorn, and mock Useless, it says. You believe your writing is good enough to provide.
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
is this how it should be just like you said it would be
Do you expect me To believe That I will think of the breeze When I’m bursting with seared ash? Do you expect me To lose myself Into the galaxy
I’m trapped In a world of expectations. Be honest, But not if it hurts. Believe in this. Don’t believe in that. Don’t do this, Do this, Who told you to do that? Sometimes,
"someday you'll grow up" he says, "someday you will know" . All the things he did for me , the things he'd never show . "Someday you'll grow up" he says "and maybe act your age"
I still remember the day when I realized that the only person who can ever truly love you with all of his or her heart is yourself.
Unspeakable, unreasonable expectations. There are no words to describe what it is, There are no directions to tell you where to go, There are no instructions, Except, and accept, that it will not be easy.
Individuality is key to me
Human 2 humans are such fickle creatures they can never decide they go into something thinking one way and wanting this then by the end thery're thinking the complete opposite
Sick of this era’s categorization, overanalyzation, and hasty labeling of human beings. They label us all smoothing stickers over our names,
Pretty hair, perfect smile Shining eyes, thin waist Eyes on you all the time Let the boys chase Unrealistic expectations A voice, a kind spirit A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
crazy that a 14 year old is too young to make choices but old enough to take responsibility crazy that a 15 year old is not able to control his tongue
Even when I do my best, My best is not enough No matter how many good things I do, one bad thing erases them all
The expectations are set, before we even come into the world. - We see things as a threat, before we know what flag they hold. - We refuse to accept everyone, before we get to know them.
I don't know what I want. All I know is what I've been told. But are my thoughts truly my own? Does that make them mine, Or are they something instilled?
"What do you want to be?" I hate that overrated question With the inevitable answer. Because, who knows? I could explain to them what I want to do.
Never have I seen anything about myself as flawless; The cuts that once covered my body, like paint strokes on a damaged canvas,
You wonder why I wear a mask,
Am I enough? To be considered beautiful, naturally. Naturally with acceptable flaws. Being 17 in a media-controlled world can either go left or right. Am I enough? To make mistakes and be forgiven. Still be human.
The day I asked myself am I really this person inside, Am I covering up the truth? Is there anything to hide. Blinded by other people's expectations, focused on unexpect fear.
Just like that, I curl inside the empty cavern between rib bones and hip joints, just like that,
I am not who I should be, The way I put the me in mean, Hurting those who on me lean, Lord you must help me. Being this way, a jerk To those who look to me, Lord please set me free,
I see women. I see thunder thighs and freckles, muffin tops, rib cages, a birth mark that covers the length of her collar bone
Don’t all people hide behind curtains?Ones that appear physical, invisible,Some even palpable.
Mighty or Minion By Mary Nguyen The leaves were falling, time was ticking
Its been said money makes the world go round, what does marry do? what is once lost will one day be found. is that true? what goes up, will come back down? does anyone have a single clue?
We romanticise everything until we lose sight of real emotions buried under words and pretty imagery then we wonder why nothing ever lives up to our expectations.
Face the Facts.
Face the Facts.
This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
Crucify me on the cross of language Encaged within the five senses Perceive stereotypes unfold as eyes flick to minimal shirts Long colored skirts billow from a bicycle My hair is long; white girl style
I had high hopes for you Hopes that stretch there arms so high to reach Gods little messages But you wasn't there , hoping you'll come through that door any day
Listen to the sound drowned by noise.
Expectations pose one of the greatest threats to h
Hysterically, I laugh at what I want to do to you. What you deserve. You clearly don’t think I’m crazy. Well, clearly I’m about to snap after you used and abused me.
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman Says who? The Hobby Lobby Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
You have to love me for who I become what I create, what I say, what I see, what I give, not what I take. You cannot love me for what I need what I want, what I’ve been given.
If you point your eyes directly at a star, expecting to see a brilliant sparkle in the black, you will be inexorably disappointed. Most stars are only visible in the periphery: they are too dim,
Life is payday. You have fifty dollars in your pocket along with the daydreams of what you might buy roses for your future lover the promise of opportunity. Life is tax day.
I will look upon a normal tree, Robust trunk and swinging leaves, Then realize I wanted a flower. I’ll tell myself it could be one, Then it is, the transformation done, Less of a tree with each passing hour.
I’m the golden girl. I’m intelligent and driven. I’m ambitious but principled. I make straight A’s. I have a 4.0, which seems to be the ticket to everything in the college world. Adults love me because I’m different.
It starts out small. Do your laundry. So minuscule. A drop on the windshield with plenty of time for the wiper blades to save you.
If you really knew me you would know that I look at people the way you read a book. If you really knew me you'd see the way I tense up when
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small And I admire your optimism
The ceiling is empty when it comes to answers but what else am I to look up to? My mind is on overdrive
When I was in first grade I got straight A’s, my parent’s were ecstatic. The next year I got all A’s and a B, but they were still proud. So on and so forth I still did well, but mom and dad got less excited every time.
I don’t know how they expect us Less experienced Less confident Less prepared to choose. To choose a flavor of ice cream, much less a college Major Career Spouse.
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,
I exist, I’m alive, My heart beats, Thump Thump Thump, But my arms, legs, neck, Stiff. My body’s moving, But I’m not moving it. My lung goes, In, out, in, out, I’m breathing,
Life is simple.
We as human beings tend to focus on the negative instead of the positive. We usually can't help it, it's form of habit. A habit passed down since, well... forever. Sometimes though...
I wonder What it would be like If I had a father Who cared, Loved, Helped. I wonder What it would be like To not have to fight For steps, Small, Small Steps.
I know that I am not perfect.
There are too many things that make up a person. We want to compact them all Into one item “Do you like this?
Close your eyes and imagine All the things that could happen Wake up to a cup full of coffee
I want to change my reflection. The curve of my nose
“This child is really special,” they said, And I feared. For what if they were wrong? But I smiled politely and got lost in my head. I was given the test and immediately felt dread.
It's a broken Hallelujah that reigns over my lips, Singing praises to something I can't prove exists. They're like tape, Holding me together while confining the mind I really want to speak.
I am a dandelion waiting to be destroyed by wishes and dreams
I live in my dreams Blind when my eyes are open Closed is when I see.
we compete with our siblings for attention we compete with our class mates for the golden stickers we compete with our school mates for class rank we compete with national students for college admission
There's a reason I have to plug in my iPod every time I venture out on a run by myself.
There are two ways to label, numbers and categories. Height, weight, and the circumference of the waist divided by the hips Define beauty. Age, IQ, and net worth
When you ask a child "what do you want to be" Their answer naivee lays on the heart and warms you, The smile on your face starts to curve even higher and you think how sweet.
They say it isn't special, Then expect you to have it all together. They say it isn't some magic thing that happens overnight, Then expect you to pay for college. They say you won't change, But you will.
am i okay?yes, im fine. inside me, the demons are screaming and tearing at my soul but im fine. feelings of hopelessness and fear and anxiety are building up like briks but im fine
Good Girl is the iron-barred cage that I live in. I want to do what's right in my heart, but it's wrong according to my religion. It feels like a compliment and other times it hurts
Growing up, I was never the favorite. The didn't-matter-never-did-get-your-grades-up. My mom was a nurse, my dad a PhD. My stepmom's doing her diss and I know she's going to make it.
Everyone seems to have all these high expectations for me, for I am a preacher's daughter, I am a "smart" person, I am innocent. No one expects me to slip up. I am not allowed to get a bad grade,
Do they not understand Do they feel the stress behind our eyes Do they feel the expectations weighing down on our shoulders We do. We do not realize that you want the best We feel pressured
Remember that age of 7 It was so tender Remember that age of 7 A bandage was a mender. Those days are long gone That youthful age Those days are long gone Are we even on the same page?
When I was in middle school I was such a fool Hanging around with my pals Acting so very “cool.” But I’m in high school now I’ll make it through somehow... Oh for heaven’s sake
It’s never vocalized or stated clearly, but it exists – that is, in theory A shadow cast by parents, teachers, peers, and more Labeled “Academically-inclined”; to an automatic clique assigned Once a hobby, now a chore
Here's a problem to solve: You're given a set of numbers and rules, Expected to manufacture meaning from it all. Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
In school we get through the names that try to drag us down, That try to hurt us, to define us, to limit our potential. We let them be the weight that ties us down, The noose that we strangle ourselves with,
I run from the truth As I refuse to believe That we as a race Are choosingly blind To the struggles And desperate pleas Of today’s teenagers. Let me ask you,
I am not okay And I don't have the energy All of it's exhausting It's not that I'm not trying, But that I can't seem to care. Notes and tests and quizzes and books It's all just way too much
Students have issues. We spend our days sitting in class rooms, and our nights working minumum wage jobs. Some of us live on our own, and others don't have a home at all. We have needs,
Wonder what it's like in the public eye. Everyone knowing everything, No secrets Whatsoever, Judging stares; hateful words. Wonder what it's like to always have a front. To be what others want,
What do I say, When she asks for name When she looks at me straight and says this is no game That school is a priviledge That I should be awake What do I say when my hands start to shake?
Clean, white, and comfy;
The seas are calm. My soul is free The birds are singing let them sing. In sweet harmony and song my soul is free. The sun is shining. Let it shine upon me.
I have a lot of plans for my future. I really want to make something of myself. I am currently trying to make it out of high school alive. I work hard every day at my school, because I want to get out of here.
"Don't have a big head, the world doesn't revolve around you." There's no I in team, that's all that I knew. There are people that are starving, homless and broke. But that's only in movies, it was only a joke.
Pressure Ten thousands tons on my back Can’t stand all that weight im toeing around Ask me to step up my game but I mature a little late so it’s not happening now
Curiosity becomes a whisper and questions remain unanswered WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
When it comes to kids throughout all schools, I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools, While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
They say that school is a must. You miss it you're a bust. To fail is certainly wrong. But school is just so long. You must conform to societies needs. Those who differ will not succeed.
She says sit like a lady but has rules against chairs. Here's six hours of reading, I'm sure you have time to spare. Here's a screwdriver and wood now give me boat. There is a list of to-do's,
We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations. Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Lets run far away Where no one can find usFind a little place to stay Build a life on love and trust.
A young mind searches for the inspirational knowledge the world has to offer. There is so much to learn, to absorb, to observe; Yet only a portion is discovered
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
When my shoulders sag from the weights of the world, Remind me who I am. When the darkness hides Your lovely face, Remind me who I am.
Expectations of Two My mother lived In a house of four Beaten to perfection And no flaws Rising from the slums Staying hungry to save money She moved to the U.S. To get a decent job
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
What is school? A mystery. Why am I learning about History? Geography? Art? Building my brain to be so-called "smart." To be educated, responsible, dependable. Like a piece of clay i'm mendable.
This is what you've done to me. You started to teach me as a child, In rooms of bright colors and toys, Rooms that smelled of crayons and grubby fingers,
How silly of me to have expectations. Did I forget you were human just like I? The simple fact that we are human proves that I should have no expectations for you.
You sat alone every first day of school and hoped, no, prayed that no one sat next to you. And when they did, you ignored them; it wasn’t long before they said hello, but you had already put your earphones in.
father’s spirit vanished when i was but a child but long before my knees ached and ran Red with swollen gashes before i washed for hours and before clean was never clean enough but i grew tired and weak
As children, they ask us "What will you be when you grow up?" We say astronaut, president, musician, actor, celebrity. They smile and tell us that we can do whatever we desire
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling Down Down Down
Hi, my name is Lauren Lehman, I'm an ambitious poet from the South Florida Metropolitan Area.. I began writing poetry to help cope with traumatic events that I've overcome in my past.
I'll never see you again...
I come from a long line of Scots The kind that drink and hate Their failed dreams The kind that love With hitting and name-calling The kind that don’t change
i want to look into Your eyes and not wonder what horrible things you’re thinking about me i want to not have to worry that Your smile is one of obscurity i want to be able to be me
I was bigger, I was stronger, I was supposed to be the best. I was smarter, I was wiser, I was supposed to be the best. I was funnier, I was gayer, I was supposed to be the best. I was cuter, I was prettier, I was supposed to be the best.
"I dated a writer once. I think.... I'd like to date one again." She eased the statement from her lips confidently and seeking of my approval. I only laughed at her.
Its 2013 and nothing has changed. I sit with my homies and brothers ever estranged. Watching all these people looking at us as if we are to blame. Its 2013 and nothing has changed.
barriers worse than the Berlin wall and contraceptives combined our lives intersect nonsensical cyclical conjectures the hypocrisy blinding it slurs and it curses
I am finished. This has gone on for far too long. Trying to fit into your box of expectations had been my only goal since childhood. I see now that your expectations are not me. I won't let you define my life.
Growing up with a father,Blinded by his own pain,I became the parent;His shelter from constant rain.Dried up his tears,Floods only became clouds.I couldn't help him like I wanted.I let him down.
Hahahah you're hilarious! You thought this note was about how You broke some girl's heart! Comedy gold. This is coming from a place you shut off long ago.
Remember how we forgot? How we never actually played by the rules we were taught
At the site of death we are sicken until we bite our tongues, screaming at the anger that coats us in pain, and as are eyes become blood shot red we are fighting to decide
Challenged with it all my life. The kids laughing, the kids talking. Enemies and friends alike.
Lavish lies conceal flattering false prophets Under a guise that is layers deep A ritualistic routine of self masocation Of emotional measures physicality intact Progressing and digressing
Sometimes I despise people when their eyes are cheerful And they smile around me it feels like they are teasing me because I am always alone Well it's better than being just another clone
In the early evening, I come home from the park. And inside my house there are shadows in the dark!
I live in a dollhouse Where the Barbie's are five feet tall And their pretty pink dresses Resemble summer's fall.
I'm riding in a car with people I just met, Realizing that my mind is so far away from theirs. I look around outside the car window seeing the life I live in, While questioning the thoughts that are going through my head.
I wake up but keep my eyes closed. I just lay there in my bed. Seems like everyday is the same, I hear the same old story playing over and over in my head.
Hand clenched, nerves tingled, emotions stirred Eyes tired from the long night of drunken celebration My gown swayed and my tassel knocked against my ear Name is called and a small cheer is heard at a distance
Strength is not always, Muscle and brawn, But the feelings you have inside.
They'll label you Try to give you drugs that disable you Saying this will never hurt, its to save you But it cures you Cures you from not following the status quo Wipe out all the truth you may know
So you think you’re a man? Walking with an air of authority- Looking down on all you meet- Spitting on the homos- Degrading all the women- Looking to your father, Disobeying your mother,
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? With all these noises and TV lies, I fail to see with worldly eyes.
Empty within compare, Lost within despair, Alone always alone, And that's what I've always known.
Why is no one answering my cries? I lash out in hopes that someone will notice, But all that responds is never-ending silence. Music used to be my perfect muse… Now it doesn’t even offer me comfort.
I lost my mama one cold fierce night. Thinking she would return to her daughter might. I cry everyday i was just a little girl, out in the cold freezing world. things started changing, people dont remain the same, they are not true their word.
feeling so high at times it is my lowest low i just might lose
Please forgive me, I know I'm nothing to be proud of One awful monster created out of an act of love The irony is often too much to take I am sorry for being the worst mistake
Over in a moment Death is nothing to be feared; Life, love, and everything else Is a tragedy for the mind.
Masked from all light, hidden in plain sight His outside appearance is fake, with interference From his brain, he hears it, dazed with incoherence The boy afraid to try, shrouded by fright.
Welcome to the Mistake Factory We stake ‘em We bake ‘em We shake ‘em We even sell ‘em too We send ‘em We bend ‘em We bind ‘em We grind ‘em And then we sing a long loud YABBA DABBA DOO!
What's real in this masquerade called life? Behind these masks Underneath the painted on smiles
I am from ashes from shards and legendary rebirth. I am from darkness beneath moon's shadow lonely, silent, it feels like snow. I am from the world's remains, the dark abyss
Did you ever see a sharp knife and wonder just how far it could penetrate?
Pain comes in countless forms and unexpected ways.
To be a woman in some ways more masculine than man To be a tree whose efforts bear no flowers nor fruit To be uninteresting, unattractive, and unloved To be showered with compliments and praise, and,
Finely shaped, Satin to fall against, Each leg and arm. Held up only, By the finest plank, Of light wood. Taking it down, To put it on, Only to disgard it. To throw it away.