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I can see you lurking in the darkness, I can hear your voice in my head, I've felt the tear drops as they've fallen due to the horrible things
Speckled shadows on my collarbonesWhere your greedy hands wrote your name,Where my selfish whispers angered you,My desperate pleas denied youThe prize buried deeply in my chest
My mind is a battlefield It has trouble distinguishing danger from safety It makes rain on a tin roof sound like gun fire Makes fireworks on the Fourth of July into an air raid
Fire under my skin Climbing up my legs My spine My arms Glowing coals of hate Incendiary suffering Deep inside my bones  
It all started years ago When I decided that I had to let go of my old life And leave the world of strife I had to let my life escape me I had to be free.
Self Portrait as the Weeping Willow   Reservoir in my eyes, current of my heart, snapped the twigs of my veins.   The fear, I feel. From My head to my toes.   
She wore her heart on her shoulder. Playing her part as a mother. Betrothed to herself in a world unsettled. Married to a ghost. Creating magic from each step she took. She worked to her peak of new life. And loved a lamb in her womb.
Do you know what it is like to be afraid of everything? Terrified of what has been, terrified of what's to come. I'm afraid of my own passing shadow, when I turn and when I walk. I'm afraid of myself.
Whose abusive mother is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry hello.
Iram, Lost Iram Lost, alone, and wandered scars Scrutinizing time Thunders rise and soon take flight Tinted skies with essence sighs  
words scribbled across the page in an desparate manner as if the writer might just burst if they can’t release this display of a broken heart. a melody sings its song to a crowd of invisible listeners
tonight i put down the razor and picked up a ballpoint pen i learned to etch my pain onto paper instead of engraving the words into my skin i will write in letters of black ink
  The sun setting on the sea;
Embark on a journey to nowhere and find it easily. Now look up the side of a mountain and be blinded "Rage Rage against the dying of the light"-Dylan Thomas. I covered my eyes and was brought to a familiar dark sky.
Sometimes I want to be dead, But usually, I don't.  After all, it's all in my head,  So, of course, I certainly won't. But I don't want to be alive, At least not alive like this.
Dear Future me,   At the age of 16 I was stabbed in my lung Where Im from most die by the gun Laying in the hospital for 2 weeks, I could barely sleep My life flashes before my eyes as my rem begins to peak
Dear Refa, You will not win. There's not much more to say. The distance from home, the ice and storms - HA! I survived anyway. You decided to step it up and violate me personally.
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours. They said you fought a fight you didn't start. They said you fought hard not to fight
Dear wounded luxury and fragile time,   I fought the battle to win the war,the internal struggle and mental storms brewing,growing stronger.Thieves rule and Queens lie,royal worry filling their eyes.
They had a Life full of Fun, neighbours and Family; Disaster struck and tore it all apart leaving them Funny; where use to be home is now pile of sand, stones and nothing...
Dear Love,  I never thought, That I could be visited by you, For many times I was scorned, The hope that I could feel your warmth, Had faded in the storms, But the light of the sweet embrace,
wings flapping in the windhairs standing on their end crows calling to offendtheir life can no longer mend.she dreamed of nothing sweetthey could no longer meetshe watched her girl get beatthey failed to be discreet .screaming shouting hatingno lo
Love is a term, that harbors an array of connotation. To some, "love" is the black eye they received from "falling into the door knob" of a situation that intensified quicker than they could dodge.
I could be just like you Never happy  Burying myself in the color blue Everywhere I look it's blue Except the sky Which is filled with a thick gray Or I could be me
I used to stay up late at night worrying about grades. Thinking about my future and how it would kill me. Thinking about my past and how I could've bettered it.
Let me live. Let me breathe. Let me my claws unsheathe.   Free me from vines. Free me from tracks.
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield but my mind is undeniably a sword my voice summons me to the forefront and the world is my battlefield—
Twenty one point three. Twenty one point three million. Twenty one point three million refugees Half of which aren’t even eighteen, Forced from home simply because,
I'm a survivor. I escaped the emptiness inside me; The ghost that's behind me, The one that despises me. When he tries to devour me I make him shiver;
Keep going. I dare you. But I can't fool you. My children will starve And be excited to see trees At the rate That everything is disappearing. Prepare for fishless oceans
Did someone put me here to live  or did they put me here to survive I live around people that don't have morals  but know the means of surviving  many of them strive to do good 
My battles are not won through soldiers. I, rather, battle what cannot be seen.   The war is ugly, brutal.
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Wasn’t it just night outside? I can feel the sun. Somehow I find myself again splayed on the couch SVU still muted on the screen.         Every morning starts like this, in blurred disarray
Faith. It sounds so simple. A cliche some might say. But to me, Losing my faith would be as if I lost my sanity.   My faith in God is a necessity. Without it, life would mean nothing.
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
I walk and walk my legs feeling like a crumbling sand castle I start to feel dizzy seeing the animated birds and stars spinning around my head like a halo  
The thing I need most, Can be useful on any coast It helps provide food, And puts you in a safer mood This item can make tools, But is sometimes against the rules It will help you survive,
Life To survive is not to live. That much is clear. Is it life if you go day to day without thinking, never going beyond what is necessary?  
I just need a knife to cut fruits and to survive.  Simple as it can be. 
I’m 60% water Every cell in my body is living For that intricate H2O   I persevere to stretch My ambitions To be boundless Like the water That sneaks and slides
Though You only work on wi-fi I still need You by my side. I wouldn't use You to call anyone Since no one would come. The only thing I desire Is for Your volume to be higher 50-60-100 songs
Only five weeks left Of my high school career The time has flown by Oh my gosh, oh my dear.....   With adulthood ahead, And college to follow The lump in my throat
My love for you is great My heart melts for Costco till the dusk of day  My lifeline you may be  Furniture, food, and electricity till days dawn   Costco beauty is dazzling  
As I grow older, things become more and less important to me. Some people can’t live without their technology, and some can’t live without money, or power.
fire:your red and orange flames,keep me warm,cook my food,santize my water, keep predators away,be my light in the dark, your crackling will keep me company, the one thing I'll need to live.
They tell me there are three things I need to survive: food, water, shelter.   I think, though, that truly what I cannot live without is something I’ve always had
The real question stands betwixt "live" and "survive" The latter just lifeblood, the former to thrive Any man can say he needs nought but food And cares not what the term "to live" includes  
The only thing I need to survive may seem a little strange- although it's not so much a thing, either- but the only thing I need is my companion, my guardian, my reflection,  my...dog. 
It all started in 1933, Malnutrition, execution, and disease, It seemed all the same to me, but please don't be so full of greed that you can't see what this story really means to me. We slept on sticks called beds and woke with water on our heads
Alone on a desert island, Or the middle of the sea; Atop a snow-covered mountain, Or wherever I might be, My faith in God, the great I Am Is all I need to see me through, For what I need to survive,
One mistake can suffocate The tears I've wept the nights I never slept trying so hard not to be unkept but all I do is cause a rause I have this day of dark clouds Tumultuous days gripping my life
If I were left on an island alone, I would miss all the comforts of home. I couldn't decide what one thing to bring, An object to help me through this horrible thing. I could pick some tarp to cover my head,
the obligation to one’s family is a curious thing that I do question an unsaid contract you take happily or otherwise you better not mention  
We are born fragileNo idea of the experiences to comeThe urge to survive is strongOnly through hardshipsWill we gain wisdom and power  
I feel as if one- by - one bits and pieces of me are being pulled from my heart very carefully. Long strands, removed by the Adversary I don't have enough faith to endure.  
Leaving behind a title, Breaking the barricades; Calling out for revival, Hurling out hand grenades; Fighting for survival,  Peeling off charades; Waiting for avowal,
Here is to the women who hurt. How their pain never told though their stories ever sold, intuitively resistant and bold.
BON VOYAGE All of the doubt and pain Has turned my head Into a baby's rattle And the shaking toy... Feels like an earthquake And all the toys noise... Is the only sound I hear
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
falling leaves
you will survive     emerging into the world like any other baby small, wrinkly, squinty, and fragile
Schwivel, Schwivel...Click! I hold the gun in my lap Staring down the empty tunnel Slipping into a beautiful little trap Should I, shouldn't I... Schwivel, Schwivel...Click!
End Of The World  
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner Who's next? Me?
This road of turns and bridges took me to a cliff I went off my cliff I am alive My road is now dark and uncertain I reach for light but then stop myself
Phones everywhere Babies, kids, teens, adults, elderly Everywhere I look there's a phone Students, teachers, drivers, policemen, firemen School, funerals, weddings, births, accidents, parties, fights
A Life Interrupted Darkness falls upon my thoughts And yet I cannot sleep My mind so full of shadows Reaching in the deep
what I really hate the most is all this talk of “survival.” my life is not a jungle filled with stripèd tigers and striking snakes. my life is not a building going up in flames.
When people look at me they see The oh so loving, witty, outgoing,
I am alive I have survived What the Earth Has thrown at me   I exist I can fight Even with all That ails me   I am gay And that’s okay I have blue hair
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
  “You’re not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence…” Blared loud into eardrums   Eardrums of an emotionally unhinged fourteen year old boy
Kids are dying Younger and younger By their own hand They're being pushed to the edge And they can't return They feel alone And helpless And have no where to go How many kids have to die
i lost myself in my blanketed tomb scars on my wrist and pills on my tongue   couldn't breathe although i tried i tried and tried
We let life pull us down by our ankles into the shadowy depths of uncertainty While we pull ourselves up by our bootstraps Trying to stay afloat Trying to get better   The raft to which we cling is broken
We We can We can survive
I say   Knowledge is key  
Survival  In seventh grade bio, I learned about camouflage. Like all textbooks, chameleons, and tigers, and zebras lined up the pages to put faces to the definition.
Hide hide hide I would say Hide what you love about yourself and put it away They try and hurt you everyday so hide hide put your true self away And that way They'll never
Never have I thought it was easy, but I have fought my evil demons  Throughout leaving home at a 18, biggest regret, but enjoying the challenges Obstacles have battled me on my dark days, I came out shining
Ugly, empty, and unwanted. Still ashamed and broken-hearted. Seasons change and people go Misery leaves and still I follow   Lost in a ceaseless crowd Watching others laugh aloud
Far from perfect So close to home Tired and weary Drenched to the bone Exhausted from trying Upset from the loss I give up forever Just tell me who's boss
He has dirty clothing and smells Yet he sits on the corner and waves There's no sign or cup Though looks emaciated and untidy But he doesn't beg for help I tried to give him a twenty
Words i don't care, if this is ever seen i dont care if my words connect if there is an effect i don't care if it is praised high or looked down all i care
War
A gust of wind brings up a smell, Of an unforgiving living hell, The sweat and blood fills up ground So thickly, muffling every sound.                                           
  Oh shepherd of three-odd billion years bring 3’oclock coffee for its paragon   For the light slants at an angle at this hour it is redshifting, in the atmospheric ether
A gilded cage, clipped wings, a weight, breath short, metallic fear shaking, sweating, the bitter putrid taste of vomit.                 Anxiety.
Woe to thee my bonnie lass! The ship was lost at sea; And not a soul was saved, Not a soul but me.
don't you wake up some days & wander.. just wander and wonder.. "Where am I going?" "What am I going to do?" & its amazing, too..
An act I can't evade Run my finger across the blade Slowly walk over to my prey Close my eyes and pray Choke the handle, begin to attack Crack
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
Fire-smelted red lipstick. To mark             and yet so that no wine has the balls to stain you back.   A coin with the same side on both sides
With it we define, the meaning of life The need to realign, without much strife To impose our odds, beyond our right
You’d be surprised how much power we have over our own minds. I imagine survival back before our times and the development that required. They used their brains and had too. Using each part and functioning as one form.
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
The glass lost its grip And my veins lost their insistent murmur. My heart no longer pounding   I spoke my words into the air My throat strangling, mangling Sounds I would never release  
Together we fall Together we rise Overcome our struggles And try to survive The dead live now And the living die Our hearts harden No tears in eye Do we fight onwards
  The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them. Thoughts, what thoughts? They turn feeling into physicality Some say its a brute, primal way. But it's genius, Brilliant,
I shouldn't be here, you were ask to get rid of me,  it was the doctors mistake,  you didn't listen, thanks,  I'm fine.   I shouldn't be here,  you turned around for two seconds, 
Living in a world where you are alone never to know if you are going home. Life without a table to sit never to know what to do without it hunger is real you have to eat out a trashcan or two.
  3 minutes without oxygen too deep underwater to wonder if I can get to the surface   3 hours without shelter tooth chatteringly cold and I want to go home   3 days without water
Learning things on my own because I have no home barely making it through the day have to leave because I do not like to stay   look at my reflection in the murky water
They weren't born this way. They had a life just like you You can end up right were they are Homeless, looking for a job, and a car
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob. My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind. The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately. Luring me into a House where
They're finding their way closer.   Within this thick underbrush,   I cannot find comfort.   Delirium driving me insane,   I am the only to blame.   All I can do is wander,
Ya see black brothas always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas Why don’t you wrap brotha Bussin out babies like morning sickness This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
Nine months,  Nine months I spent wondering Wondering about that opening The opening that was said to come, when I reached the end The end that I anxiously waited to begin. Cuz,
I wasn't born to write, It isn't my passion, It isn't my calling.  I write because I need to live. I write because of my fear. I heave through my lungs, Fighting a word on the page.
I write for the little girl who woke up many times, but wished she stayed asleep. For the little girl who was internally abused by a man who was supposed to love her unconditionally.
She opened my eyes to the power of words: A finely turned phrase, An image painted on the canvas of the mind’s eye. In her solitude she found herself, Her pen speaking the truth of her reality.
The reason you exist, is because you were the first sperm to reach the egg. The reason you were born, is because you fought your way out of your mother’s womb.
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
you left us treading for life at a crucial time assuming our emminate doom. you still walked away 
I WRITE TO SPEAK OUT!
Thank God I'm alive. Four words that have taken too long To escape from these lips And still stumble out Like a drunk driver
wake up one day take a look in the mirror i have something to say my message must be clearer i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic, theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
The world is SPINNING OUT I have no utter doubt That history repeats itself And its happening now. Do you think for a moment That this would not happen? Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories I don't solve the worlds mysteries And I am not their story keeper I am no mans scribe. That is not my life.
Diamond dust dances from the frozen frontier. It clings to my eyelashes, but I see him rush to linger. Ahead he guards me; protects me. Beyond the beyond, the mask of danger veils.
I am alive in my room Where there are two windows One right, one left The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
Let is not waste our precious time on all those harmful screens, that connects us to the world but disconnect us form the scene.
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential. And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain. There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
I’m all alone, left nothing to accomplish. Humans hath not heed death’s approaching voice. At ends with friends desire death as punish, For we both walk, but only I life’s choice.
Cold metal is no longer terror, ‘Till cold metal becomes warm, Cold metal is her weakness, Yet a friend that always warns.
Chicago shall rise again. This phrase, from ashes rose But I see a city again with flames rising high Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime. A Chicago whose politicians are varied
One brain for admission Two to commence the submission Three for a laugh track Four the media is out of whack Bashing is on my resume You want my soul, how much will you pay
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left. To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why. Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
Bang, bang. No sleeping tonight. The Sand Man won't come, No child will dream. Blasphemy on sight.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried. "He's been killed," they said, "execution style." She'd just found out her first-born son had died, Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
The night is dark, and I can see Quite plainly, now, the two or three Or four or five of them that come. Oh, how I wish that I were numb To all the things that soon shall be. And what will have become of me
who are we to judge? why must we all be the same? i am making the claim that we are all different! live and let live stop judging and start giving give your time. give an ear.
Eyes locked in concentration Taking every scent and sound Merging with the ground Silent and deadly as the night Moving with swiftness and grace Anticipation of a wild chase Heart beating the jungle rhythm
I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves the people who grieve Is it worth it to have a weapon that leaves people so sad? We need them to hunt we need them to survive but some people just have them
The world is on fire Amongst all the lies should we give into desire? For what do they yearn leaders so greedy can they not see us burn?
Welcome to this place Where judgment is our game We'll chew you up and spit you out You'll never be the same.
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