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I don’t need youI don’tIt took me 8 long monthsBut it’s trueI don’t need your smile or your laughI don’t need your hand tangled in mine
I know why the willow grows. It grows for a life it yearns to know. It grows for you. It grows for me. It grows so tall for all to see. The willow grows because it can because no one told it that it can’t.
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin  I am night before the days begin I am terra cotta heart I am stories yet to start I am bones of solid gold I am young, but I am old I am war yet to be won
When Simone biles runs to the bar to do back flips in the air she is an athlete.But when I run to the bar and do a backflip holding a beer, suddenly I have an alcohol problem and need help. Perhaps they might be right ya know?
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
whispering Secrets are Second only to staying quiet. Muffled screams from a Muzzle with my prints. the door was Closed behind me
i don't like the alchohol  it messes with my head  instead i'll chat with demons that reside under my bed  the demons know my pain because they cause it every day 
Say "No." Say "You won't." say "You are nothing." Say "It's impossible." Say all these things. Say these words! Say them! They are but fuel for my fire! I say "yes."
I, too, matter   I am the unborn daughter. The one with the heartbeat. The one without a life. But my heart still beats,
    Nothing’s worse than feeling unwanted in a world full of thin people.   Being told simply your not pretty because of your weight brought me down  
CHILD ABUSE “I’m only a child”   My fingers are itchy My tummy is empty My clothes are dirty Tears are shedding off, Slowly down on my chicks
I cry I weep I dont sleep Night all alone Hiding in my phone Where am i Where did i go Do i run from myself Wont i leave me alone I am lost It is dark Will i come back
My heart cries out for you, my mind is not exactly where it should be, because I can't think of anything else but you! But I guess that what happened when you in love. By chieww pal 
Life. The universe.  Reincarnation.  Living.  Breathing.   Do you know what - what these words have in common?  Besides grammar -  besides capitalization - 
Because I love you   “You should buckle up, wear your seatbelt.” “Have you had anything to eat today?”
Love is providing back-up when the platoon needs it. Your Platoon. Love is pushing one to do better and go farther than even the person receiving the love thought possible.
I talk When you Don’t have the words, Because I love you.   I listen When you Have news to share, Because I love you.   I smile When you Lack the strength to,
Because I Love You   Because I Love You I will lift you up. Like clouds with rain So high in the sky.   Because I Love You I will make you happy.
Love is something you love and think all aboutLove's something you're giving allegiences toLove's not something very ordinaryIf you love it you will take risk for itLove's a medicine reliving your pain
Because I love you, I feel the need to put no other soul above you.
Because I love you He makes your  life a movie and he’s the best part He’s the water when you're stuck in the desert If you love him say something
because i love you, baby, i will hold your hand. keep your heart in my pocket and my feet in the sand, with the angels in winter and the dresses in snow in the songs that you sing when i'm driving slow.  
Because I love you I will say no. Because I love you I will let go. Because I love you I will support you. Because I love you I will be your boo. Because I love you I will do anything.
I took time to notice all the little things about you Like how your hair was auburn Or how you laughed I brought you flowers on our first date You smelled them and told me they were pretty
Cherokee roses for the wildflower in me, rustling above my Boholano roots that borne me I alone slept still in my barren garden with lovely wonder I hold my tongue as you draw my attention with the spell you hypnotized me under
Because you love me, you told me to stay with your friends 
8 letters   3 words   I LOVE YOU.   Its deadly like venom,   it will course through   every vein
Because you are kind, Because you are patient, I love you. Because you do not envy or boast, Because you are not arrogant or rude, I love you. Because you do not insist on your own way,
I did not know what love was until I met him It was not until I felt him caress my skin He captured my heart And locked me away Because I love you, he said
I am Black A race named after the richness of skin A race deemed unclean And for centuries; believed so What does it mean to be Black?
I did buy the lie that Many told me  the land of the free  and the home of the brave Yet I was not taught this way, Through minority eyes I saw A world unequal; I stared in awe
How could you do this? Destroy the bonds we built This land was our land
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
I’ve been Awake full nights, For the past three months, Because I’ve got nothing to do. So instead of doing nothing, I instead do nothing and
Please don't come back for my dead body in the Woods. At least there my corpse would be the king of the Flies And my soulless body won't only be home to Depression and Anxiety and
I used to think I was drowning in an abyss of my own loneliness. That darkness used to consume my heart and soul. My eyes would continue to close as my head dosed off in an eternal slumber.
Who knew the sins of the past, would resurface in the future? Might I ask, What would you do if you made
At 12:49 in the morning, I am asking myself why I write. Why do I write songs? Why do I write essays? Why do I write letters to my loved ones? At 12:52, I am answering; I am allowed. I am able.
I'm nineteen but I reason better than some double my age. I see through life's glasses and I never hesitate to turn the page.   Sometimes I feel like a newborn, when I cry from everyday pressures.
    All I need…   All I need is music Music is everything to me It keeps me calm I'm distressed Its there to listen to me
When I was a newborn, it was Mommy. When I was six, it was to be "a big girl." When I was fifteen, it was freedom. Now -   I thought I knew who I was. I thought I knew what I wanted.  
I’ll see you after seasons change when we’re bundled up again, when breezes penetrate thermal layers and our fat gloved hands are teenagers again, awkwardly holding each other in your coat’s
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She is what I aspire to be gentle, loving, kind and free. Soft and warm and close to my heart. I loved her from the very start. She gives me hope and unconditional love. I was sent to her from God above. 
Is it the way she stares at you while you comb your hair, Or the way she rushes you out of bed? The way she can make you regret every decision you've made, Even prove to you that you still care.
S, Someone please explain to me how we define ourselves U, Undermined, unloved, understood by none C, Cease the stronghold on this white washed country C, Cancel your freedom subscription the magazines void
Smile, smile, a world of smiles. When you haven't seen your own in a while, look around and you will see, smile, smile, a world of smiles.  
I find myself alone On an island unfamiliarWith nothing but myself And a feeling drawing nearer. It is like a fog, All consumingly ominousAnd as it creeps through my skull and brainMy terror becomes bottomless. How long have I been here?It’s been
All I need are books and pens And study halls with all my friends. All I need is the internet To answer the questions i dont get All I need is the library And to cry when the stress is getting to me.
Me me myself  me myself and... me myself and {i} I am me only me alone   You ask what I would need if I were hypothetically alone, I can only take one thing
Live life without hindrance, please sir It is something taken for granted, all should have None of us truly do… not even you, do you defer? Might as well do it now, it is only gonna get worse  
Whatever I need... Is all I need Whether it be the love of my life Or a tiny flax seed Whether the world on my shoulders Or the sun's delightful rays The love of my life, and his beholders
All I need are the lives of my brethren, given up for the ideals of the free. Pressing forward with my dreams I've been buildin' Seeing all these faces looking up at me. Millin' in my mind, all the time,
When I grow upI want to be a programmerNot just any kindI want to write video gamesMake a character run or jumpMake a gun fireRemoving bugsGetting feedbackMaking changes
There's something I need to tell you, My story is short enough to expose.  I am no saint,
under the sober sky neither are dry. though nearby a far cry.  C    R         R    A        B
When there is someone you truly love, You'll find that life before them was without consequence. Without purpose. You feel useless. Before I met Her, I thought that what I couldn't live without was materialistic.
Like a string on a bow, you get tugged, pulled so far back, you think you may just snap. Like an arrow, you soar, Form. Aim. Fire. Miss. What went wrong? You can't succeed on your own.
Looking past the landscapes there stands one dream. One final goal that you know deeper than the cliff you're standing on you want one dream you know. The trees are greener the grass is taller
Metaphorically I am a simile, like an allusion, I AM an oxymoron, a flagrant euphemism, a hyperbolic faux-pas, so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
I am young, hungry, ambitious I am Yond Cassius I crave success I relish challenge I have bark I have bite I am the tip of the ice berg The edge of a knife The start of something great
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he The message passed, a swift From her pair of ears to her brain Her heart was beating up in at the highest Her mind was remembering it on and on
I am a teenage girl I am silly and helping I am friendly and outgoing I am music I may be young I may be old I am somebody
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.  
i am a girl.   i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door.    i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys   on their knees just to be  seen by.   
I am water.   I am fire.   I am earth.   I am air.   I am what the world around me bears   Two Hydrogen, One Oxygen
The desert falls in love Raindrops fall on the barren land How beautiful it is It won't last long Evaporating Leaving everything wanting more.
Fuck this site.
Not one of the Me's -But all of the Me's-  All of the different variations of I -All of the I's in me-  Only one you will see. Only one that will stop,
any standing structure, they throw on gas setting it ablaze and melting the brass on fear and freedom these fires do insist and further the plight of the anarchist   collapsing On top and rising below
I will be your strong tree I will, just give me the key I am alone Atleast I am not a clone I will be there when you cry I will leave if you lie I am true  I don't know what you go through
  I sell myself short  with these small rhyming pomes I could make a da-vinci and hang it in homes   I choose humour simple simplicity
  I am a Big girl with many problems
My reflection is in my eyes And in my hands They are always moving Trying to find an abode Trying to find a cause Looking upon the distant faces With no color to define them
When I look at me in the mirror I see a beautiful African American. That is not what I AM. I AM a determined female. I AM a trustworthy human. I AM a hard working individual. What I see is not who I am.
Can I be lost in your arms Can I forget what it is to remember Can I lie and say goodnight Would you believe me?   If I try to deceive you Would you even care Would you look away
    my soul is well, yet my mind is lost in an Identity crisis.
Am I a Man Am I honest Am I emotional Am I young Am I human Am I alone Am I free Am I home Am I wise Am I ready Am I loving Am I suporting Am I helpful
You are the reason I hold on, Because without you I am nothing. My love for you has made me the happiest girl alive. There is just one little something, That I need to tell you. It’s a three-word sentence.
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
     On the outside, when I am at school or professional:
I am an amazing person Sometimes others may not think so They talk shit and hate I know that others can relate. Sometimes I don't feel so amazing There are times when I just wish that
This sadness. I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly. Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower. My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
Music had so much emotion and soul
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...
I am Ombré
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I don't care what people think of me if "Im ugly" without make up
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A picture tells a thousands words,  but can you read the emotions behind each smile? Can you hear the hardships that their eyes express? My wide bright eyes that seem to shine like the sun turn to dark clouds of gray.
Play me like a fiddle, boy,
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss me
     
Would a filter be typing? Would a filter mean no erasing? Does that mean I can't correct my grammar?   I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t.   Well, to begin, my appearance.
If today was my last day Would i regret my memories Would i have people who love me Would my life have been worthless Would have my thought of life have been corrupted To think that everything is okay
"I" is edgy, "I" is hot. "I" is exciting, "I" is loud. "I" is daring, "I" is spontaneous. I am not "I". I am a completely different me. I am easily entertained. I am self-conscious. I am quiet. I am nervous.
Being told I am not enough I get hurt because I care too much I turn to things that help me up. The art of makeup makes me forget who I was I got myself a new identity since I cannot go back to what I was. 
What you see before you is not what I see in the mirror. For the mirror knows the true person who always hides behind the mask. Tell me, is it true that the most common mask we put on every day is a smiling face?
It's a wonder that I have survived so long without your help. How it is possible, I have no idea. Maybe it's my willpower or my lifestyle. Watever the cause, I am having fun with no you in my life.
Just who am I? A silent little girl?
  All he asked me was not to cry
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.
    I have an innovative mind One with many characters and personalities My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
I am from the sun and sea, fire and earth I am from forbidden love, heat and passion I am from broken laws and wounded souls Constant trips and endless highs   I am from falling snow and raging winds
I do as I wish For a great many reasons Especially in poetry For I am who I wish to be
My experience with love is  painful unforgettable betrayal Eight months making memories moments music Proving people wrong with clashing thoughts personalities
I write to express my gratitude , To the one who sits high and look low
THE REALITY OF THE WORLD by Kevinia P. Why is the World so harsh, and so cold?
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
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  
While you were sleeping, I slipped away. I was told to never trust a flatterer; unfortunately an enchanter is who came along 
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deed by mouthword by wordact alone  
He is laced with lies I was forced to sew underneath his skin. I am an open book ready for her to rip the pages he so carefully inked.  She is a blade sharpened by the years of trust issues and lack of love.   
"Here you go" They said. "Here is your little bundle of joy" Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past. At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts. I couldnt help it.
Love May I lay with you? It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness. Nor to feel a sexual pleasure. Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
I place the key in the ignition,I put the car in driveand press the gas pedalbut I go no where. I open my mouth,and move my lips,I push air out
I am a woman of faith,  I am a woman of my word,  I am a woman who once settled for less and was unheard. I am a woman who thought love found me,  I am a woman who gave love my all,
I look out onto the world,A broken, world full of hate,Changing minds and people unsat,
We've been broken up for six months both of us are in new relationships , and I woke up this morning to a next telling me you love me how can you love me and love someone elese?
One thing that no one can take from me is my ima
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It is I, the one, and we the strong who have held high our beacon of light  The hope to all that see it know that with our string hearts we defend the right and just We embrace the weak with open arms 
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You and I are different  You and I are the same You and I are pieces of the same game You and I are black 
You move on to greener pastures.
I have been raised in this country, I appear to be fully Caucasian. I speak English fluently, but I also speak Spanish. I identify myself as a Hispanic American, because of my roots.
Teacher these days are just ignorant They like to teach us stuff we already know. When you correct them, you suffer a consequence, Or you could just go Outside and miss the whole lecture,
Roses are red Violets are blue My heart will always Belong to you No matter what happens I will always love you And baby you will always, No matter if we are far apart,
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I crave for your thoughts, wisdom, physical attributes, hair, skin silent and hungry, i prowl through the streets in the bronx where i'm from water does not quench my thirst, idiocy of people disrupts me all day
I am from ditches and crowded streets,ca
I remember the city I used to call home,
Hey you teacher standing in the front of the class room. You make me want to stand up and smack you with a dirty broom.
That back seat far into the corner, I become unseen. Though I do the work that you ask, Why can I not just be me?   You tell us to be our selves, But when we do, you shut us down,
Who am i to you? Am i that girl that always gets in the way? That you sit back and say, "she always doing something." Who am i to you? Am i the girl you call a "bitch" because of the way i walk,
i am void i am powerless not special completely worthless i am forgotten or i will be soon i expect to be depressed but this is not doom i open my mouth in a new light
My heart is a birdcage Hanging from a tree branch and Moving with the wind. You can look inside-but don't touch!It might fall and break.   Sometimes my heart is the bird inside
If I could but for one moment keep at bay the pain, the suffering, the sorrow If I could but for one moment Still the tempest Bring back the blush of life into the cold pale faces
I don't know about you.. Yes I doI know what you look like and know what you can do to me..I think I love you.. But you're hurting meTemptations taking over, I've already lost myself
Should I hold it all in...or should I cry it all out? But I don't want to disappoint them,  I don't want to be given the doubt. They think I'm strong. They think I can do better. But how can I?
How can you have hate For the color of my skin I've done nothing wrong Is me living life a sin I'm a person, a human Like each and every one of you I've done nothing to harm
What will be when I am gone? I think this question, thinking I’ll go on But for all I know, I could die tomorrow Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
These words that boil inside you are strong By nature, to hold them imprisoned is wrong Speak raw, speak power, speak truth, speak you, Your poem, your story, your song.   Do it for heart or do it for fun
I am untouchable Surrounded by the black gates Unsure of which to open “Let the people in!” Cries my heart Yet I am lost… Separated and gone   Write my name in the water
buried in metaphors, the allegory of a door representing the figurative pathway to the highways and byways of my brain- the complexity. as it rains, i'm brainstorming some more
Why I write   My words aren’t just words That are thrown into a sentence But you must uncover the mystery Of what I have written   I write for those who can’t But want to be heard
  A single lasting impression, The hinting lack of discretion He poured into each word he never said to me.   I am simply letters from a father, The aching heart of the waters
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
  I was first introduced By a man named Dr. Seuss.   His rhymes helped me in the best of ways, Especially if it was one of my worst days.   A real inspiration, Gave me a good foundation.
You make promises that you never keep Break my heart,andmake me weep. Never do I protestI just ignore the pain,So that in your armsI can rest.  
  I am from time well spent and moments lost, Licking the cream from Oreos and Summer days spent at the park. Where I'm from we catch salamanders at the river, Stay up late watching drive in movies
I live my life trying to create such precious memories. Living with all these people I thought were a friend to me.
Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance?
I write for the world. Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
Young love is the topic of discussion, heartbeat, tempo cousin of percussion. Okay, Where do I start? The ladies and the girls thinking men run the heart. Independence, Coincidence, hence-
My name is Renee, consoled by my thoughts, or so I thought. I take words and create to poems, the power within them stays a mystery. I write to express, to heal, to relieve.
They wonder what goes on, can't see, even with glasses, thoughts of what I can and can't be, preach to be free from the masses.
I am me, untamed; am I untranslatable? No, not yet;anyone who has come to go or has yet to, why then question our differences too,then leave it be or take it otherwise!
  Could I but soar unbounded  As does the great Eagle Bald And reach immeasurable heights And No one has called    And tease all Day with my offspring And feast as I may
  Writing is the calm after the storm  The rant after the fight  The memories after the moment  The shoulder that I cry on    It's an escape from reality 
The "Once Upon a Time"s and "the Last Week I"s never really seemed like much When such a better way existed To tell a story.   And when I took into account all that I knew about 
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade. I started to understand the concept: releasing. I write because it is an outlet for my frustration.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
She stays when every one else goes She is the loyalest thing I know And when it comes to it, I know she will never go When I'm sad she makes me happy
Five butterflies whirr around my head-- playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter. I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
I write, and who for, but for you? I write for the twilights to come, I write for peace among men, peace in their hearts and souls, The wild nights, the worldly sights,
I am bound in new white pages, I am read throughout the ages. I am old and I am new, I am false and I am true. I am past, present, and future, I am modern and old culture. I am the hero and the villain,
Why I write? I write because it’s right and its fundamental value can compensate for what I’m feeling. I write to tell the story of my life, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, what’s my meaning?
So why do I write? I am not a poet, but I write a lot of poetry. So why do I write? I write to show my point of view. So why do I write? Sometimes it’s to feel like I have a small amount of control.
"Who are you?" Are you the super sweet one that everyone seems to know so well Or maybe the one thats so swift to get angry And begin to yell Or are you the one That's slowly sinking into sadness
This Is who I am, Feelings You cannot find With five senses. Feelings, Of the worlds pain As my own. This Is me In a much greater place Than thee. So great,
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A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter? In Youth, is It serious truth? Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious. But Observe! Another undefined curve! For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark But I can hide it with a smile And wait for the stars Before reaching high Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass And nothing is new
You don't where I come from You don't know what I've been through You don't know how many nights I Stayed up crying for you You just think this is a game But you're the one to realy blame
Running down a dirt street With my bare feet Holding on your hand As tight as I can And never letting go Running from my past And going to the future Running through time ain't a bad crime
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
Dreaming of a new age which Requires all of us to work together for a brighter future.
Your love is my personal Diamond... Many want it... But only I have it... & I wouldn't trade it.... For anything in the World... For it is PRICELESS!
I don't need your pessimism. I don't need your false hope. I don't need your tears. I don't need your pain. I don't need your broken heart. I can do bad all by myself.
I am a misunderstood girl, who want to be loved. I wonder if i'll ever find it. I hear love songs and feel that inevitable sense of lose. I see lovers all around me, but i hide away from them
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