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Life has become dry Like cacti in the desert, I await my bloom.
Warm Amiable Spontaneous Tender Impeccable Naive Gleaming   Yelling Overwhelming Unleashing Realizing   Tears Idiocy Memories End
You said I'll fail You said there's no way  You said I'd never make it  But guess what   I'm here  I've made it  I reached my goals  I'm on my way   
Dear empty white space on my paper I wish I could fill your every crevice    with words that meant something to us
Always caring, but never cared for.
I am from where you pray over every meal you eat - whether in your bedroom or the dining room table.  
  My Name is Haley Jean Koehler I love my Friends, and Family too Daughter of Amme, and Descendant of Ken
You light my fire all through the night until day breaks then you are my light you are my  warm sunny breeze
Somebody yells Glass hurls into a wall Hands draw up; a half-hearted attempt at a protection that shouldn't be needed.
All I need is my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to be with me for he gives me life and brings me peace.
all i need is my purple long pillow the pillow i cry on the pillow i laugh on its all i need
Spiritually, Abstract Gradient Thinker. I am pretentious.
The furious sunflower grewup and out fromthe moronic cliffin adversarial passiondespising the repressionto bloom in magnificent effulgenceagainst the odds of austerity.
Sometimes days are bad. Then I think about grilled cheese Grilled cheese is awesome.  
I should be a sinner
Raw
I am not a daughter.  I am a third parent. I am not a student. I am a never ending question. I am not an employee. I am an asset.  I am not what I appear to be.
16, Flawless. Driving a Honda Accord, Flawless. GPA 3.5, Flawless. Just got a Netflix account, Flawless. Volunteer at Hospital,  Flawless. Big Girl, Flawless.
You see the Iron Empress Who standing tall, stoic, regal. She hides the Carefree Clown Who could entertain for hours. She hides the Lovesick Maid Blinded by love unrequited.
I love the sharp pain And the loud bang Of a laced leather glove Driving through your brain   Many call it " the salvage science" I call it organized violence.
A reputation is establishedIt has to be maintainedWe like to have a lavishVain image of ourself engrained
To write each night and da
Life. Wrap me up in it. Feed me it by spoon. Or drown me in it. Just, leave me to submerge. I'll be fine. Just...Let me be. Let me live.   I'm under lock and key,
  Chardae Prevo Septemeber 19, 2013 Innocent Heart
Walking down the street Its more than a dream Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me What I see is a frightening sight All different faces but no difference inside
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release, I write to not feel. I write to express feelings that I know are real. I write when I'm confused, I write when I'm alone, I write when there's no one but myself at home.
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine, Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night Making many folks alert of my existence. Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
i write because others write one day i heard someone speak without making a sound the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
Why I write The externalization of my internal fight My words take flight What I convey not always a delight The emotions are real, Flashing before your eyes Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed And at times I even desired death My feelings were strong and extreme It was the consequence Of trials and times That clearly took a toll on me  
Heart trembling, mind racing, palms sweaty, thinking.....  Will the good thoughts roll or will the bad thoughts take control As life unfolds the crincles in the paper leave me caustrophobic in a tight place 
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH  TAKES OVER MY FINGERS  THAT BRINGS NO FEAR  IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR 
Why I write is simply so when my words sprout wings and take off into my soul my mind and spirit filled with dismay writing is the ticket as I take on the soul train Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature they must invest in themselves. In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
  Poetry is more than words put together in rhymes and stanzas. It’s more than a couplet Or even iambic pentameter. To me it iss utter expression.   A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate, you use them to express your hate, you use them to depict your fate, you use them to inovate. but i use them to fight, i use them to make things right,
Words written in led or words written in ink; whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think.   Words written in red or words written in pink; When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
Knees bent as you take your mark. You know that feeling when you forget and wash away and race across that finish line and the ribbon breaks. Then suddenly you come back to life.
Today I am a leader, An independent, A scholar.   Yesterday I was shy. Timid, And a follower.   Today I speak in front of large crowds, Rooms of people,
Why do we write? Why does poetry exist? "Poetry is useless" Well this world is fruitless These words I speak, type, write my only sense of light Our only way to fight
 
Poetry, How I express my feelings, My love, My Pain, My thoughts, It gets me through the tough times, And guides me to the happy ones, It is my stress relief, My shoulder to cry on, My Love, My Addiction, Such a simple word, Is "Poetry", But its p
POETRY... A VERBAL WINDOW TO THE SOUL WHEN THE EYES ARE CLOSED POETRY TO ME HAS MORE VALUE THAN ANY RARE STONE OR GOLD I SPILL THESE WORDS FROM MY MIND AND YOU'LL SEE MY STORY UNFOLD
When You Have a Big House or When You Have Only Greens In your wallet You Don’t See the Real’s and Fakes Of Both Life and Wealth
You are a winner no matter how small You are a winner no matter how tall Physical size don't count Internal size is what it's about
Growing up, you plan a life for yourself, but how can you be sure? I'm so unsure. One day, things seem to be going great! But you don't know what will happen next. I'm so unsure.
Go. Strive. Live your life Don't stop. Have faith Keep on. Hold tight Move foward. Move on Speed up. Live strong Keep it up. Get it right Don't hesitate. Unite
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