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It’s the fantasy that unravels and reveals its ending in another dimension It’s the idealized life of my being that my eyes have yet to see
I don't know when or where, But I found myself uncertain Wondering what could be if only... If only I hadn't been there If I had chosen differently would I be better, smarter, kinder even.
Clouds, the molecules within them like crystal beads of regret. They left one another alone for too long and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.
Whenever I look at the sky I feel infinite The sun shines on my face The clouds move above The stars always glitter
This is not just a poem to me. It's a future letter to my future me. I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now Really truly matter.
Everyone perceives suicide differently. Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
Everyone perceives suicide differently. Someone’s grandma killed herself because she was in so much pain from cancer and only had so long to live anyways.
I am Black which determines how I move. I am a woman which you should know too. I am inspired by those who came before me Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, and Rosa P.
The sun's fire is fading, as night's ocean rises. Cold. Endless. Dauting. I am not afraid, for the night does not conceal. It reveals something more,
Under a blanket on the floor of the basement It’s a fort I know but he didn’t say so Our laptops look the same, but mine has a sticker
They shed their blood, sweat, and tears. Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears. People who have made something from little nothings That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
Rays fall through the air Stretched thin in atmosphere I long to see them again I strive to see the light again Push to uncover the blinds I no longer want to be blind
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
oh, keaton. you sure know how to make me sad. but thank you for teaching me how to feel. feel, so deeply, that it feels like my spine is breaking.
Stuck on a phone that’s stuck to me Bombarded by images of what we should be Being told who I should follow Leaving me feeling empty and hollow I just see, I listen, and I feel
You’re the burning, crimson sun disappearing beneath a hazy horizon— the last dispersion of light to be seen after a difficult day.
Existence Those wrinkled hands, the fine details that used to show in the lines of his age old palms have now been taken over by the paralysis
Star stricken goals sink defeat... As one hopes to climb As one hopes to fly Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath Lost in the abyss Lost in the void Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath
What is inside me
But what am I focusing on? I am only here for a short amount of time; then I am gone… Gone with the wind, wrestling the trees, making crisp air for us to breath.
They all stare Watching closley with determined eyes. "Why must she be so good?" They say, Hopefully she fails some day. They smile at her, wave even, Behind it all is a wish
I strive to know more. The Future is a dark abyss. The unknown motivates.
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
Smiles are easy when you can create your own world A young child dreaming….imagining when the world was still what you made it how you dreamt it A young girl ready to take on the world
CLICK!Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories. Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds.
invader of thought hinderance of my achievements best to tune you out
Alas! I mourn the fading light That overcame man's tragic fate That floods upon the victor's gate Of which the night knew no respite
The power of poetry
I. Books are considered once as my enemies But now, I treat them as part of my inner peace That seems to enlighten my mood when in frustration
Medicine It’s been apart of my life ever since I was little I hated medicine All the pokes and pins All the stickers and Batman bandaids to make me feel better
This person is a face at bedtime. This person is your show at screen time. This person is the light you never knew you needed. When you don’t know what to do, They will show you.
You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time. I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep. You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame.
Love is a song, the most tender kind. A gentle stroke of give and take. A feeling of confusion, an adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.
She does not sit on a throne But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
This goes out to the people who need inspiration. People who need this rap to get something done for the day. Anything. Just know that all you need is inspiration.
You brought me into this world Instilled your hope, genes, and dreams into my soul Mom, Through these 20 years I've had many fears You've wiped away so many tears My heart is full
Let me make a toast! But first, please pour yourself a drink. Now, let me begin with the achievers: To all who get up in the morning with a plan to conquer their fears,
I use my words, someone’s words, for I of course did not create the language; to make a story, a tragedy, that drips off the reader’s lips like honey when they read... if they ever read.
She is that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green, orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all. She is
Darling, I want to love you the only way I know how -- like a broke college kid.
It has been 5 years 60 months 1825 days with Type 1 Diabetes it's not always easy people stare and comment as you poke, prick, and inject yourself embarrassment
Dear Me, I know that sometimes life can be a big stress. The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress, from the path in life that you thought would be best.
Think. You are a living, breathing, being In this life of so much meaning But do you think about your beating heart?
Traveller [ Inspired by the story "Going Places" by A. R. Barton ]
Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit.
An inquisitive mind-- flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine Where tourists can flood my thoughts Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives Stabilizing their own While weakening my historic rise
She was an artist, She was a beautiful, lost soul, Everyone knew she would change the world, Except for her, She did not know what she would do, She did not know her potential,
Rivers flood, lakes rise, humans live, humans die. society grows, criminals win, the earth watches, as it spins.. hero's conquer, kings adapt, rulers fall, loners detach.
Music, words spoken Fashion design, theatre Drawings and paintings
And so I opened my eyes But could not see The words on the page That made me want to Put the book down and leave Because it was too soon It was not time I could not leave
I get out of bed every morning because if I were to lie still then who would there be to paint all the colors I see in my dreams? If I were to lie still then my world would never be any brighter
Poetry, My unconventional hobby, One not many people understand. My creativity is considered criminal. However, I have found my getaway. Somewhere for my innovative imagination,
When a poet is born, change is born Ideas meant to inspire are born I am a poet through song I tell my stories, and those of others I write messages meant to be openly interpreted
I was just another kid, bright eyed, the world was mine, till I found out, it was all a lie, not one person gives hand outs, no ones your friends, you work so hard, but you still pretend
I hear you words everyday in somhow in some way you say you aren't controlling me but I am trapped I'm not free. You degrade me in public call me names to make me feel pychotic
On the days you don’t feel appreciated Just know that we are here To guide you through the thunderstorms And comfort you out of fear
a star shines bright in the dark night skies but when the morning sun rises it hides a hero lends a helping hand to a needing man
I find myself writing as a poet and as a writer things in this world I don't understand trying to decipher life's mysteries, and working hard to understand our freedoms, liberties
Life is such a beautiful thing that is meant to be lived; but it does get complicated every now and then. That does not mean you should let it bring you down, Instead, pick yourself up and get your crown.
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet, If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what you know to be home, If you were angry, you could rip it to shreds,
To be inspired is a helpful cause Something that pushes you forward The first steps to a breakthrough the new you the changed you The you that sees who can potentially be the greatest which is you
All I need is a stick of graphite. Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
Funny thing about a certain hot button issue, is people only listen when it comes time to miss you. When they can no longer dismiss you; the latter is a hero. Exploiting their favoritism to avoid the fear of
My heart beats to my own drum, or so I thought I remember being scarred and molded into thinking things were okay My body’s weak and I’m disgusted with the slightest blot It’s more than just a scrap of dirt to scrape off My mind bleeds at night wi
Education. It's what we need to succeed. It's what this world has come to to grow. It is a piece of paper in the distance. A diploma as you will, waving in the air.
Born a small pebble in the oblivion, Same as many others, approximately trillions. The Man up above shining his holy radiance everyday, Never thought I would ever push myself that way.
Remember that time i climbed the fence?
As easy as counting one, two, three I tend to learn with a breeze A fast learner who’s quite free From the struggle of trying to see
I am different. Not in visage, nor style, nor walk, Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk, But in hope and dream and state of mind. I am different In that The radioactive waves of lies
There is a light behind my eyes
Think of all the things you've seen, The far off places, Daring scenes. Think upon the times you smiled; The tingling of Your hearts desire. Look back on your passions, prides, And all the items
If a house "divided" against itself cannot stand Then how is ours still running With handwriting on the wall in pen, Saying it's each other we are shunning? Society changed us
When people say "the real world" What they mean is: Taxes, Unfulfilling marriages, Bitchy soccer moms, Desk jobs. I don't want their "real world." I'll make my world.
Broken. Brittle. Uncapable. These are the Words I hear. Everyday. I believe it. How can someone So little change the world? But I am strong. I am capable.
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
If poverty dwells your wallet
I am but one person But that does not make me insignificant.
No filter, no filter, Can't you see me Sepia, 4 by 6 I need to read me. "No cameras, please" Can't you see me, I have leaned back 40 degrees Gesturing towards the background, see?
I dance everyday.
I ask you to listen to me You hear my words but you only hear, not listen You have not done what I've asked I ask you to care for me You care about me but only to an extent You have not done what I've asked
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...
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.
Painted smile, feeling vileregretting the time gone
I see those around me
Life is Like a puzzle,
Beauty is courage.
inauthenticity is a fad.a trend founded on insecurity.add a filteruse photoshophide your flawsdon’t let themsee.
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
Days wear on, My jeans feel weaker, I begin to feel like a pawn,
Born from Tragedy, A weak Seed planted in the Garden of Grief,
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
Who am I ? I am too many people at once a lover, a optemistmt, a naturalist , a lover of literature a hater, a pessemist, a materalist and a poetic amateur
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.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things.
What is a miracle? Most people never experience them because they are to naive to understand them
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation. I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
One day I walked onto a stage I read a few words from the page I didn't know I could act That was a fact But that's what I did from that age. My newfound love I could not flee
When we wake up, we see the sun, Golden and effervescent; Gleaming gladly with a smile at our bare faces, We shine in brilliance. Trying to shake things off to ignore the circumstances of Everyday life,
She is alive
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.
Can I Get A Story I am Black and American Yet I am labeled as white And not because I bite
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,
One white kid in the whole neighborhood All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth That every one of us wants the same exact thing To find a safe haven and to have a family
I saw it but I held my breath
To wake up and see a part of me
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,
"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.
It is odd If you think about it; How words work. Just a motion of the lips, A simple sound, Some squiggles in a note Can mean so much Or so little... They control us emotionally
When the sky is clear and the sun is out Your eyes are bright and bluer than blue. And when the sky is dark and grey So are your eyes And so is your mood And that's just how it is with you.
see, if you can change your thoughts then you can change your world if you can change your world, you can change your lifestyle dream big, have ambitions, have hope
her life isnt as perfect as it seems its filled with false hopes and fucked up dreams and when she searched the world she failed to find her one and only piece of mind
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream. The stars are all shining; look at them gleam! Though things might get harder, we can still sing. Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
Finding Wings I met you when I was scared, when I felt lost and alone, But you helped me learn, and now that I’ve grown,
I am lifted by the Lord. Craving GOD'S Holy Word. Wherein my thoughts often linger. Searching Scriptures pages, Quelling this world's rages, Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
We all search for that lighthouse When we're hopeless, in need of direction, it's not there. When you close your eyes and imagine, you can see the light. You find it.
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam. Bind them into your eternal paradise. Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind. Craft velvet wings from jewels. Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
When I dared to finally take my own steps, and when I dared to go my own direction, I found and learned about myself without the intention. I left my home country and studied abroad
Oh, the battles one fights in this life I was given
Wanting, Aching, Craving The World. To expand my mind to places farther than my backyard or the church, To learn a language of love by being surrounded by foreign lovers,
When you’re sick I ‘ll care for you When you’re down I’ll be there too If you’re happy or sad Through the good and the bad You better know that I’m here for you
Optimists think this is the best possible world, While pessimists fear it's true. The greatest pleasure in life, Is doing what people say you cannot do. No one is perfect. That's why pencils have erasers.
Photo’s capturing a moment in time in which you can save Forever, they say you can never get back time but when you take a picture
They said we could change our stars and cut a new path through the the thickest mistakes. They said we could be better but never worse.
Who Am I... I am hopes and dreams The visions of things That people wish to see But may never be Because everyone wants, but no one tries And with no effort, all hope dies
The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
I learned a lesson that made me think about how the world can be sometimes you have to get stung in order to learn that it hurts
A glostly shade haunts my dreams
I asked him why he didn’t believe in love.
If you cry every night because of the memories of yesterday Think in the present and figure out how you could of fixed the mistakes of the past So in the future you don't have to suffer the same mistakes of yesterday
The Antithetic Leaf Come on...blow me away; Get me off of this tree;
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses? Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
Well this is quite a surprise. I've never been asked this inquiry before.
There was once a girl who followed everyone. She didn’t know how to lead her own life; Always listening for the next instructions. Hiding behind the leaders. Offering advice only in her mind.
I am beautiful. I walk with my head up. No looking to the left or the right of me. Nobody could bring me down I am my own person. I am courageous.
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
The strong array of colors were illuminating my eyes the colors deepend my desire to create i gathered all my weapons pencils, paint, erasers, markers i decided to demonstrate my love of art
I have this addiction.
The chill from the propeller Up at jumping altitude Runs down the body, up my spine And electrifies the mood
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful. Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you. The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
My teachers inspire me to be better a student and work hard for good grades, They push me to do my best and achieve things I thought not possible, They help me with subjects I don't understand;
Flashing gems mount the noble crown Dashing passions paint the milky gown Pulsing plights sound within the hue-ringed hole Convulsing fashions taint the beautiful soul
I live, breathe, and aspire To be the one to inspire And hopefully, someday lead To see how, please continue to read Pride, honor, and glory This is what makes a story
Freedoms more than doing whatever the @#!*% you please, It's taking your new trust and using it to seize, Every dream or goal pondered about in your head, And acheiving them, making them reality instead.
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror, And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing, I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me, does not match my mind.
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform I wake up in the morning and look outside The sun's out. Does that mean I'll be good or-- Will the opposite occur? Its time to go... I drive past homes and stores,
These things really do happen. We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
It’s the sound of my fingertips tapping against computer keys, the sound of the wheels in my mind turning, the sound of my soul churning out words that flow, prose into poetry,
There come a time in every man’s life Where he learns about who he is destined to be Some day he will take on a wife As he choose her and she choose he
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght. The truth is strength is measured within the mind. The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can. Who has survived the storm.
Do not dry the ocean of my Love.
God will give you time To reflect and find your thoughts, So don't worry. He has your back And guards it well. God will give you strength
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I inhale lately the oxygen is accompanied by a dart in my spine a prick in my mind
The things that make me tick... Some you'l understand others you'll get a kick One thing is double standards: Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
Waiting to be free;
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
Have you ever woke up one day And looked in the mirror But this day is different than any other day From looking in the mirror Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday You see potential
When the moonlight shines through the broken glass, I will remind my self of my shattered past. I swore I wouldn't cry A vow I could not keep A decision I never thought
Ugly, hideous Stupid, retard
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird; Constantly fluttering delicate wings- Not flying, but floating softly unheard, Taking what you please from what nature brings.
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,
While a man aint answering his phone Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home His "Christian Woman" is all alone Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
“Thump, Thump”. I heard a heart beat not too far away.
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son That whom so ever believes in him Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen. God isn’t real you say? Yet he surely is,
Every night I dream of that day, The day you’ll take me away, Grab my hand and pull me under, Or maybe even grab the blade and watch me suffer. But I know it’s going to happen, There’s no running from fate.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM. FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE. FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH. FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER. FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL. LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
...sitting in a room, empty, consuming the thoughts surrounding the little heart inside as a tear begins to form, and slowly falls to the floor, a voice silently questions, what are those tears for?
Dense black sky stars drip in from millions and millions of miles away. From here
Peel back the layersand look inside; deep in the abyss you will find. A little spark a lovely note; some most have but others hope. When all that's left
If there ever was enough to give, I would give it to you. If there ever was enough ways to show I would show, I woud show you my truth. My love for you is so alive it would never die. you take my breath away, you make my heart skip a beat.
Life is about finding your true purpose and being yourself. One should always remain the same, genuine person that they were when they discovered who they were. Your job, your purpose should reflect who you are and what you truly love to do.
Looking out at the crowd, Realizing this life is yours. Living and breathing what you love It's what you worked for all the dedication and time But now is your time to shine
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love. After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
Motivation, it's what keeps us going, How do we keep motivated in a world that's never slowing? Our goals are too important to let go of that sight, Our focus will help us reach a future so bright
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
The lights are shining The voices are singing I’m smiling like a thrilled child on the first day of kindergarten I love this I want to do this I want to sing like there is no tomorrow
For change to occur One must lose I's for We's Sucess will show up
Not many know me Nor do they know my past Naive describes those who know only my top layer But when one comes truely When one comes with respect They will come to love me as I will to them
Inspiration Where does it come from? Echos believe it comes from the places we've been. Whispers believe it comes from the things we have seen. All I know is that it comes to us in slow waves.
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Why do you judge me like you know me? What did I ever do to you? I just don’t understand How the people around me have gone so mad. I did nothing to deserve your hate.
We all have that one goal in life That one job we’ve dreamed about all our lives since we were little Whether it was to become a princess like Cinderella To be the firefighter that saves the day
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
Change...... is it worth to change what made you? if i could change anything
life without you would be incredible you hurt many people even have taken away our loved ones life without you would make everybody happy people would dance more more family love would spread
I wish I were many things, but to be many things I would need to be a writer. A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
Ive always had such a passion for little kids seeing them running around and laughing. The joy of them has always put a smile on my face their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
One job could change my life, in factOne job could change one moreIf only to find my place in thatTo find a purpose forOne job to overcome the fearTo overcome the angist
I am finally moving.
Dear Starry-Eyed, Five foot two doesn't determine the heights that you can go Nor does your greatest adventure rely on the size of your shoe.
Teasing Teasing Teasing
Pencil to paper, Lead into words. Words into mind, Mind into birds. These birds take off and fling into dreams; Dreams that inspire, Strewn into steam; The steam of my efforts.
I spend days with the old Taking care of them, Feeding Washing there withered frames
Puzzle pieces fit in many different ways Some go this way, some go that way This world is one big puzzle, beautiful, and incomplete; Your edges are frayed And your corners are bent
Matter under mind
i'll never tire
It’s when i’m happy that I feel less than inspired.
You're so fat. Keep running. Stop eating. Don't stop running.
Teacher is a word I just understand Isn’t the root word of teacher to teach? Lately most teachers act like such literal robots
Rest your head, darling. Let your body sink into the soft bed of green. Open your eyelids ever so gently, Just enough to see the stars. What do you see, darling? Do you see it all?
Young minds, Greater minds Sometimes a little hard to find Steadfast and they infuse Thoughts full of voice and and full of virtue Young Dreamers, Eyes open Always awake to this world, Never miss a moment
It's easy to parallel with the crowd, to follow their crooked steps yet young ones cry out INSPIRE ME... to be different. INSPIRE ME... to love myself. INSPIRE ME... to embrace truth.
Sometimes I imagine that Robin Williams is my teacher. He calls us up from the desks that have confined us in strict learning patterns, and we abandon convention. We carpe the shit out of every diem.
Do you ever get that tightness in your throat, like you’re about to cry? But you don’t know why? Do you ever get that ache in your heart, like you crave something desperately? But you don’t know what?
I can feel you grow weaker As you step inside the class You use to torment me endlessly But those days have passed ……………………………………………….
Rest in peace grandma Joanne, You'll be remembered by every woman and man. You painted your past and your dreams, You sewed quilts at their seams, You helped the poor and healed the sick,
I struggled against my restraints I was forced here, into a cage I wasn't meant to be locked away I have things to do, Places to see, People to meet
The subtle disease Of creeping intelligence Is the glorified undoing Of a wondering mind. Up rises the curiosity With every take Every hit As the power to control Dominates the eyes.
Coming to school to teach us lessons, Makes us learn the different connections, We have attended school for 13 years, It makes me wonder what grinds your gears, Very few students value their work,
There's a girl I knew Who wore a curtain over her face That blurred the person underneath And stole her precious personality She lived on cloud 9 In a house made of broken hearts
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime. How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
My heart's in the theatre, where all my dreams were made My heart's in the theatre, where those same dreams were laid, to rest, until I came back and found them once again,
Sometimes....Sometimes it feels like I'm all alone. Alone on a earth, filled with beings that have no human soul I feel like I'm alone with no being to relate to. I know its not true
Before, I had nothing. An empty bottle of ink; no quill. Endless. White. Space. Before, I was silent. a pin cushion to prick. a bag to punch. no sound, just space. Before, my emotions hurt.
I write to light up my mind, words on black ink turn to colorful images on this Earth we could never find. Something as simple as the sun rise, or the way someone expresses themselves in a reply.
It takes months to create, and yet, with in seconds it can all be lost. That one moment that decides your destiny, your future, your everything. It's what you've been working for all year, all season, your whole career.
Is it me or, does it seem like days are getting longer , but lives are falling shorter. money is getting tighter only for the population to become wider. Is it me or does it seem like singers get credit for a job teachers would do.
When I think of you, I think of purple and blue purple, secret excitement, always holding in laughter, just don't forget to let it out, more often than not blue, a soft rain, sweet and melodious
Flowing words of love flow like music for you Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses Steal my light, my hope Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
Flowing words of love flow like music for you Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses Steal my light, my hope Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
WrongI wanna press the rewind button and bring you to a time of peace,I want you to see a time of joy and happiness and brotherhood,
Saluzcion's Never been the type to write my name on a ballot and cast a vote Placing my goals and aspirations on the next man's hope; nope Wasting time slow; going through procrastination,
I rather be thought a fool then open my mouth and remove all doubt; speaking on things I know nothing about or live through But the sad truth is so vague Like body ash in a cigarette ash tray, pause,
As I sit back and reclined Enjoying a cubano and glass of wine I cant help but think of the modern times; where ladies are hard to find, and all I see is dames and dymes
I'm either gonna rise above poverty or define my existence A poetic vision, encrypted with a hustler's ambition, listen dying for what a icon stands for ain't the mission
Isolation and depression Go hand-in-hand When you’re too far away from where you should stand.
I was concieved as nothing less than a miracleFrom 3-7 was too damn hysterical8-12 i was growing up, afriad to be minimalSo by 13 I became an infamous criminalFrom 14-16, i paid my does, so i thought; super imbecil
A few years ago, I had to make a decision Remain in the hood and risk going to prison Continue to allow the evil to cloud my vision Or pick up a pen and become a musician Ever lyric, every bar, became my ammunition
It's not that I wanna screw it up, I just so happen to be good at itIt's not as if I don't wanna quit, but unfortunately for me I'm like my father another addict.
Beautiful skies filled with gray Some may think oh what a shame But i, certainly do not We hold on to the very last bit we have
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid. You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over, You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore. Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
EVEN WHEN I FREE-FALL YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME SWEAT. THROUGH MY DOWNFALL, I NEVER LOST RESPECT. I AIN'T COMPLAINING, I'M MAINTAINING THAT CONSIGLIARE MENTALITY THESE OTHER CATS AIN'T IN.
I want to arise like a phoenix from the ashes Live for the moment and everything else can reside where the past is You’ve been there, done that, it’s all said and done Like Joey said:
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties
Meeting someone new is great they make you realize you can kick all the bad ones out getting to know the new, better peopleis just indescribable feeling hearing their stories learning their ways
I once believed I once believed That I could one day change the world The world is a cruel place And I wanted to change that I wanted to take on the world By myself I once believed
Poetry is the soul, written in ink You might as well ask me Why do I breath, why do I think? These words set my thoughts free They are a state of mind, unleashed
Reasons I write, there are many Firstly there are no rules I write what I want How I want Even so, I pay attention to spelling And that pesky grammar I write to express my views
When you are pushed, take a step. When you are shoved, take a leap. When you are thrown, fly!
Maybe we are all here placed on this earth to fear and love and grow, to experience pain but also love, joy, happiness to grow close to one another to build relationships to never hate
Somebody once handed me a flyer. It read “YOU EXIST” The aftertaste of such an idea lasted long beyond the introduction Existence. A vibrating silhouette of an idea
love is not kind it is not everlasting, nor unconditional love will appear and vanish like a bolt of lightning in such a brief moment that if not for the pain, one would question its existence
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect, Make anything your heart will dare desire, Let it go and run wild and watch the effect, Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
Inhale-two-three-four Hold-two-three-four Exhale-two-three-four It is no coincidence (two-three-four) that We must inspire in order to live
Poetry found me when I had just become a teen. Before then I had loved to write but that was just short stories
Imagine Close your eyes and touch the fabric of your existence Stroke the ends of your own rainbow And breathe in your own memories of journeys undiscovered This...is our nation Right here. Right now
I write for those that need the inspiration, hoping my words could spark fire in a nation. I can make you stand up and run, maybe be a better father for your unborn son.
We the invisible While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there The misfits the world never bothered what to do with Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
Stay silent Sit straight Perfect hair Perfect teeth Perfect body Perfect house\perfect friends ` Perfect parents Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
Stay silent Sit straight Perfect hair Perfect teeth Perfect breast Perfect house Perfect parents Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
In this world exists somewhere peaceful in all its natural beauty; A place where the evergreen grows, And the fallen leaves rest on the grounds of the earth,
In hindsight we’re living the dream, But hindsight is blind sight and in mind’s eye In fact we’re destroying the dream. Corrupting morality for technology, But we’re forgetting to keep open eyes,
A disease with no cure. Targeting the heart, soul, body, and mind. No lengths of the Earth can sate it Because it is the undeniable lust for more.
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer. The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I. Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
(poems go here) Children, by standers, marathon runners, and victims of Boston: You are strong. Measure your strength not by wounds or scares, Physically or mentally, But by blessings counted.
Sometimes its good To know what you want in life To have a direction And a purpose in living But then again It burns inside And brings tears to your eyes When that vision is threatened
Holding the thick black tape recorder your life is at your hands. With the ability to move forward but the rewind button contains broken bands. This apparatus is yours to keep. To stop, play and go forward
You, mother, are the object of my appreciation. You have brought me into this strange world, Leaving me to explore with bright eyes and no sense of direction The fresh air being inhaled into my tiny lungs for the first time
Oh dear Muse, I don’t know your name, I can’t see your face, But your silent words, inspire me to chase my dreams. Because of your weightless pull, I will take another step. Because of your gentle hand, I will never stray.
For all the little boys and girls who were told no For all the teens who were told that their dreams aren’t good enough For all the adults who could never live their dream For anyone who never had the support they needed
Imagine standing on greatness The world is wild but you will find a way to tame it Be shameless, cause it's only those that are crazy enough to believe they can change things That end up famous
Life isn't always treacherous There is an essence of altruism in our biological disposition There are people out there who have a vision, To confront injustice and end human schisms,
People in life sometimes need a shine. You don't have to a star nor even a dime. As kid you grow, and find whats inside. Go on little kids, show how you can shine. Show the world and life that theres nothing to hide.
Shattered dreams of a boy and his brothersFollowing footsteps in the shadows of others.
Shoes against pavement, Head towards the ground, Trying to keep out the noises, Trying to keep out the sound.
Blank pages Wordless Without a voice, without a life Desire, burning To speak A pen Magic, inspiration Creation Life
Listen to Me for once in your life! You don't know what this pain really feels like. No one knows what I'm saying to you. All you hear is a bark or two. I lie neglected all day, every day.
I WANTED YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I ADMIRE YOU. YOU GIVE YOUR HEART TO EVERYONE, AND IN EVERYTHING YOU DO. YOU’VE GOTTEN ME THROUGH ROUGH TIMES WITH A SHOULDER TO CRY ON.