Experience

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      Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music I close my eyes When they open, I’m a little girl
I wish I knew where I was going, jumping on trampolines and through the gardens of my thoughts.  
What is it like to be eighteen? Eighteen is driving down a dark road Blasting music At 12 am. Eighteen is a baby eagle Just leaving
Anything that is worth it and anything that makes life great is always scary.
"Hey. Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "What's wrong?" I'm not quite sure how to answer that. Do I believe something is wrong with me? Depends on the day, time, and who's asking.
Flowers can't grow without water,  Love can't grow without guidance.  Flowers can't grow with stress,  Love can't grow with hate.    Flowers bloom and die, 
Thick feathers protecting soft down Feathers muddy brown reflecting sunlight Sky’s scent absorbed in flight Piercing eyes knowing secrets Eggs in unstable nested in an unstable world  
The bride so beautiful, dressed in white. She must be so tired, she danced all night.   Her husband who loves her,
A mountain compared to the girl Towering so far above her  She swears the moon dips right below it   Hammer in one hand, chisel in the other She moves forward on the whispers 
A mountain compared to the girl Towering so far above her  She swears the moon dips right below it   Hammer in one hand, chisel in the other She moves forward on the whispers 
Poetry is not just words put together. What I see is an experience Told with feeling and emotion. Through a window of words I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life. To live is to learn. 
He who has not sipped of the wine from a glass, half-empty....shall never know the taste, of true experience! By: Tonya Carroll
my tongue was blue until you found me, I was wasting my days with dirt on my face , blind from it all , the world became my personal space
On a Loop losely based off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance, Bums and Trains. Yet what most perplexes people... Why. Why try  so hard to go  So Far From Home. The Answer?
Me and you I thought would be forever We’ve been through it all and it basically turned into a never I don’t feel the same anymore  I thought we were compatible  I’m done I hope I’m being understandable 
I've had a fast kind of love  A slow kind of love  And the kind of love that you wouldn't have realized if it punch you in the jaw and sent you all the way to Japan Ha 
Walking around pretending I'm okay.Acting like I'm fine each and every day.No one knows how I truly feel.No one knows my heart won't heal.My heart won't heal because of you.Because of you and the things you do.
Often yet not frequent, I'd see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment,
Welcome   Welcome to the big leagues kid Wait a minute Are  those "foreign"  shoes? ..... you can't use those here Do you know English?
America the Great! We yell With our high educational standards Our freedom of speech and press and opinions Our equal rights
The wrinkles in my brain Deepened from encountering challenging worldviews and processing biological texts. The wrinkles around the cusps of my eyes
Avast there, fellow! See you not, and hear you not, the burnt sienna siren, Beckoning from beyond the mast?   Nay, for over the scream of soaring seas
Now this is a story all about how, My life switched up and turned upside down. I'll take less than a minute, you don't have to sit, I promise, I won't waste your time with this.   About this time last year,
It has been 4 years I can finally say goodbye I will say it with content Because it was a battle I thought I would never forget One change has given me that power The power to say goodbye
I have fallen in love with you.   In such a raw entanglement of souls, I have tumbled and touched and Wanted to touch Every not so round corner and Edge and
Gather ye round, kids, would you like to knowAbout how I took up the art of writing poems?Let me summarize my 18 years in all of their glory,As you sit around t
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn I rose, With the sun, To read a book of prose. Before the early morning light had gone,
As one gears up to college Oh what will lead to greater knowledge For your friends, family, and of course, freshman year With butterflies and jitters, there should be nothing to fear
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
Oh caption my caption   Is where it all started It was Honors English 11 and I was nearly departed We have been doing poetry for a while And I was quite tired   Everyone seemed to hate this unit
As treetops,We could steal from the sunThe ray's kisses made of stardustThat holds a sparkle in your eyes.As little white clouds,We could stretch our limitsCovering more ground than space.
Theres a difference between  Calluses and Scars Suprisingly both are relatively permanent  Both are made through weather and age But while my scars are put there  By things I did not do
When it rains, it pours, They say, I've never known a grander truth. Skies turn gray and I Drown again In water, tears, and straight vermouth. Patterns, fractals, Seem to be
Like a bad dream Headache a pounding drum Nasuea as if pregnant Dizziness as the world spinning
The sun shining happily, Warming the sandy stretch, Dipped into the swaying mass of Cold, salty water.
What person has not gone through change As we are young we do not believe what we need to here Our mind, body, and spirit becomes rearranged We are the present, god the seer I do not know what the future behold
I swore that I got my light from the North Star When I was just a flicker in the rolling fields of dark satin I prayed to the sky, “Grant me a dimmer backdrop So that I may rise out of it”
Love: Human connection The exhilarating feeling of being close to someone Two souls, finding each other amidst the chaos of this world Two hearts, beating as one
Past or Future? Optimism or Pessimism? Trust or Skepticism? Right or Wrong? Why limit ourselves to a mere two choices? Why ruin ourselves with the simple? "Happy?" "Sad?" "Okay?"
Tyler Roolf   Shenango High School   Class: 2017         My Inner Demons  
Listen, I’m tired of pretending I’m tired of pretending that just because I’m young, I don’t know anything I’ve been through stuff that would blow your mind In 5th grade, I remember it
               "Final thoughts"  With the my hours reaching their lastI prepare to end this life with a blastNot a blast in which refers toA joyous afternoon in the park with my familyMore in reference towardsTaking a 9mm straight to my cranium an
(I would step outside before looking in)   In the end you will find  Only the witness as he stands   Open, bare to the world  Among it, of it, a part   And the whole of each and every
Traveling is what many long for, To travel when and where you want. To travel the world is to live free, To live free, is to live happy.   Happiness is not a destination,
When it rains I look up. But the droplets stick to my glasses, so I look down.  
The more experience you gain the less you realize you actually know.... life is a glorious spectacle and the best part of this gift we are given only once.... is making it your own. Im the only me with the accomplishments only I earned.
I have seen so little in this life The people I know fill my head with stories but my eyes have not seen the fullness of this earth I have seen so little of this world
A thousand times they escape my lips  Throughout the passing of dusk and dawn They slip by too fast sometimes Leaving only cruel regret I cannot measure the harm they caused Nor the joy they brought as well
Nothing matters I will die those I love will die All will vanish, sucked up by the wind.   I am in a fugue: a haze falls over my perception I am nothing more than a body: fragile
 Horrible and unmorally making dreadful and odd decisions Being the person everyone hates As the days pass I machure Changing into the to the person you would adore
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.  The bad things -
In this small world where we live in, Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths, Where our feet are stuck in the past, Is there any path towards the future? Without any thought about our actions,
Love the ones, who love you
Sleep to the sound of the music telling you your okay Break the barrier of tears, you've been holding in all day Smile at the sunrise coming up over the hill Punch the person in the face, who tells you to "fucking chill" 
  With each passing second I am never the same person I was moments before.
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.  
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
Wake up
Holding my wooden basket, Fingers splintering, Walking through the apple orchard, Feet blistering.   Birds echo their symphony overhead, Then my ears catch a muffled noise;
Life is happening. In the city, in the wilderness, on an island, or in the desert. I spread my arms out to their farthest reach. Exhaling all of my fears and inhaling all of the joy's I am about to experience.
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
My life is my canvas Everyday a new struggle Everyday a new scar  
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
My personal world Created by my personal senses
  Delusions of grandeur. Although,
Tell me what I want to hear. Give me every reason to believe that you love me just from the waterfalls of your words So I can drown in them.
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
The earth fed us through our feet as we stood in the grass. The rain quenched our thirst as it dripped into our trembling hands. We indulged in luscious conversation
Over and over they raped her Made her feel as if she wasn't there Touched her innocent body
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane   Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden   Under the mask What a clever disguise
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what color it would be? We couldnt say a shape,
Drove past a car today
If I wasn't so sure,
I guess I should just tear you off Because you seem to want to define me I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet Because I look like I'm from African
My heart bleeds onto the glaring whiteness of this canvas.   Oh how should I state the story of my soul?   Staining the white canvas with colour.   Red.
A true friend is hard to find
This plethora of experience,
It's weird. Being in a world so differenet from what your are used to.
Life insists too much upon us to take a second glance; a second look. We go through shutting everything out and never realize what we could have; what other people took.
I have this addiction.
The morning is always an intimate piece of work.
He is spontaneous and imperfect.
   Go to school, get a degree, maintain a successful career, fall in lov
So tired of playing the same sick games Running around in circles playing whose to blame We fight we fight you’re mad you go date around Then when you aint happy Im left to be found
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life". "Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
I don’t know what life is.. 
Wandering amongst the maze of shelves, I hear their whispers of stories yearning to be heard from a multicolored sea,
Questions everyday What you're how old? How did you even get here, your a baby? Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age. You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.  
I have a voice, &I'll use it as if it were my last choice. My words and my thoughts define my expressions.
Years after years, Knowledge slowly seeps, Into your mind. Experience after experience,
The true American experience Is like a tree.                                                                       As we come together we Grow tall and strong. Our roots are buried deep in our rich
In my mind's eye, I do not shed a tear for the meek The meek so trite Enveloped by spite Lapping up mouthfuls of melancholy Food for the souls of the misbegotten and bleak
I left my soul on your floor last night. Battered, and cold. The cracks in the tile cradled my scarlet letter, safely. Your hands strong; sweet.I was certain that this was honest—perhaps naive.
I wake up Eyes open
I was told to make my words count, But to what amount?  
Black is thick eyeliner,
Love is a very powerful force that can motivate us, makes us new, teach us things, and give us emotional comfort.
Guitar riffs, bass lines Drum beats, vocal harmonies It fills you up And I keep listening in hopes my cup will never be full   When you feel music like I do And it keeps you alive
How come they say time heals all pain?
Innevitability: we all must go to school.
When you're hurt,you learn to hate. On the other hand when you hurt someone, you're resented. And of course depending on how human you are,you start to feel guilty as well.
To be considered great at something, you need experience To be considered smart about something, you need experience To be considered successful with something, you need experience.  
I heard you buzz near.  The quick flutter of your wings, an indicator- that you were small and most likely, ugly.
He's stripped her of her innocence, His touch has darkened. Her internal morals vanished,  Her souls' been broken.   She remains silent and carries on, But her smile has wilted and gone.
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea. A single feeling. And that is happiness.   Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
They say "it is better to have loved than to not love at all". I say its better to have severed ties than to compromise.Compromise your joy, your worth. To be with a man who constantly demeans it.
A troubled mind Coupled with A wounded heart Shelter finds In words and lines That bring about Through verse and prose A peace of mind That holds a power And mine alone
My Little Sis   Silence at sunrise. It's not unusual. It's summer, for late slumber. Yet , a sound. Woke mother and I. Gargling sound. So terrorized and frightening.
wicker baskets positioned precariously at the edge of a bluff like the skulls of children (full of apples and oranges) spilling forth into the ocean mixing to create a fruit soup of sorts  
Many people believe that time is moneySome add that money isn't everything thoughBut for me, time is simply trickyIt's the reason why I'm at a point so low
Warm laps of water beat down my skin.  I feel reknewed again.  Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul,  A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten.  I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out,  Gorge upon my
Being born in a black box The room’s dark and cold There’s a world outside You know of a better world But it’s beyond your reach You can see it, everyone else One day, there’s a door
Song of Innocence: A bright light shining,  Shining and radiating proudly  O’er the land; Proudly illuminating the poor Hovel, the crumbling
On a Saturday night around 12 am I find myself lost in a haze of vibrations and hands Pulling at my hips, while we dance At the end of our meeting With a name and a drink I was greeted
Where is the strength behind our power in words Ancestors and philosophers alike have provoked speech Where is this audience that we can be heard The strength in our words is not the words themselves
My friends aren't really friends, they're siblings, they quietly jump my house's fence and call me by the window, we haven't necessarily told us the world, but when we do,
I remember the day I graduated High School, Thought of Senior Prom but to me it was not cool. Well, that may be a lie because my company never approved. Hanging around the wrong crowd was the biggest mistake I jumped into.
Words can be quite powerful things With all the emotion that they bring They make descriptions more beautiful They make your speech more powerful It all lies in the choice of a word
Down on my luck Out of my mind What's going on? I've lost track of time. Where do I go? Why can't you stay? It doesn't make sense these words that you say. What's this I hear?
Chills rested on January's breath A realized sigh, a crushing taste. Plastic tries and glassy eyes. Lived in lies. Spinning, falling, knees of cinder. Trembled tries snap in the winter.
Where were you mom on my first day of school? Where were you mom when that first A rolled through? Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors? Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls, Softly falling on this stranger’s ears. I feel it dripping on my brain already, Inviting me to drain assumption. Soon my consciousness is saturated,
Life is the opportunity that God gave us all Love is what gives me a foundation Foundation is what builds up my strength Strength is what gives me courage Courage is what helps me succeed
Standing in line, anxiously waiting to enter the venue, I feel This strange connection with the people around me. All of them here for the same reason as I. To bask in the sweet sound of our passion.
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