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Alone in this cell
My memory is fading fast
What will I do
When my life is to no longer last
Have I made a mark
On this world I see
Or will my name be lost in eternity
How will people remember
What I have done
Have I done something
To make my name stay
All year
From January to December
A lifetime long
While you are alone
It is easy to think
Where you call home
May just be gone in a blink
All the money you have
It could be gone in a flash
So what have I done
To become a great one
So sitting here
With my light fading fast
I will make my next moments count
Since they could be my last
I want to leave behind
A legacy
So even when death's cold hand
Has taken me away
People will still remember me

Ring Ring Ring
erasers, pencils, teachers
gossip, sneakers, bleachers,
I want to go home.
2:00
Im going home.

Poem: I
Let us not make children
Into monuments
And men into memorials
Lest we deem the world full of giants and master
Quoité's cowardice.
What fools we have made us.

Bullets bullets bullets;
The most grand of spears.
There can only be fear at such report,
No my dear ignore
Paul's listless death
"All is quite on the western front";
Lies!

I shall not go quite into that night
No I shall scream Defiance
from every cell of me
Till every one of "Sichuan's" toys are silenced.

Don't fear death for they must remember the fools who epitomize what
Others stand by and watch
Class shall fall before us
They will say things
They cannot mean
As human beings
Rather they are only true politically
To such idiocy be immune;
The cries of the dying have no right
Amongst us
For we live to the new day
The new world

No we will not meet
In the room of michael angelo
Mayhaps where the light always shines
Most likely where light has never been;
Peace.

What shall we make of that war?
Can it be won with out preputial
Sacrifice
Or must we fight at all?
As always fighting and always talking
Will lead to the same end
Only with different hues:
Red or blue.

Should there be a God in this fight
Or simply man?
At what point do we admit
That we made God
As much as he made us?
What land must succumb so that the mind
Follows?
What lie can we tell as truth?
What truth will not be forced as a lie?
Remember we are not
Shem, Ham, and Japheth
Ever trying to follow the lucid voices
That played on the schizophrenic mind of
Our father
Who art in heaven;
No. We are the holy ones now,
We shall decide
The fate-
"God's" equivalent of race-
Of our persons, peoples, planet.

We as man shall rise in our own
Right
With state, class, culture
And a new God;
I.

I brow on a brave face for all to see

That my life is happy without you

Not ever knowing that you are the key

To my heart and to my future, too

I thought you would be merely mine forever

Thats when forever had come to an end

Our forever soon became a never

And as for my heart, you will never attend

You see, our remembrance will remain there

And hopefully never to fade away

No matter how far, when, and anywhere

My love for you is always going to stay

But with my heart I'll continue to save

Until I am able to stand there brave

I love the way I feel
When you are around
My world lights up when
I see your beautiful smile
All I see are beautiful shining
Diamonds when I look into your eyes
The soft cold feeling of your hand
When you touch my dark brown skin
You seem so very different although
Some say you’re just like all the others
But yet I still don’t know
What to do about the
Way I feel about you
I guess for now
We’ll just be friends
And maybe one day, someday,
We could be more
But for now this is goodbye!

My Brothers and My sisters
I ask you to look at me
What is it that you see
It is a human being
Not one that is pefect
or one tht is right
But its just little old me
living the best of my life
No one can take that away
or change who i am
those that try to do this
will be lower than man
I say lower than man
even lower than the beast
because in my minds
you are an ugly creep

A nice poem

A man sits behind big iron bars, fences
For little crimes, minor offenses
Life seems so gloomy
No roomy or fun
The basis for life is all but none
Take a picture of a scripture and compare it to then
There is no friend who guides us to the end
Not in here
Nothing but tears
Claw to the top to make up the years
Our friend time has no thought of pleasing
He's cold, proven to be freezing
Back to the man
Gun in his hand
Pull the trigger if he doesn't get his demand
What a poor choice to you
Little do you know it could be you too
Times makes people desperate
The most ancient thing in existence
Nothing we do can change it or fix it
We get what we get
Not more, not less
Remember the good, not the pointless stress
Make the most of it before it's too late
The man behind bars will have to wait
Try as he can, he can't change the past
Time is brutal, his punishment will last
That gun he will remember
He's in here for having it, not pulling the trigger
Before you make a choice
Remember that time is not nice
It's ice, not nice

Hell in you
By: Victoria Garcias

The underworld is a scary place
Especially when it’s under your skin
Where no one can see
But I can see it I can feel it
You’re the devil and hell wrapped in one
Playing with emotions destroying lives
Complicating karma when it’s after you
It’s your tricks, the things you do
But it’ll find you
It will get you
Not now
Not tomorrow
But soon

I need some new shoes.
The only ones I own are hurting my feet.
It seems that I have strolled over so many broken bottle dreams
and concrete cracked wishes that they are starting to cut into my soul.
I have tried to bind them with super glue hopes and duct tape promises,
but they just don’t hold, because they can’t stick to fabricated truth.
Do you think I could try on yours? Maybe then I could walk a little farther.
My family is just down the road, right past that green mailbox with the hand painted numbers.
Dear, I have not laid my eyes upon those numbers ever since I left the driveway.
I was convinced I was ready to take on the world around me.
These aspirations occurred before I had even considered how a broken down car
could put the brakes on a mans jumper cable embrace.
I was once on cloud nine couch at midnight, but now I am lost.
I can’t make it with these shoes. Sweet everythings dance off others weathered forked tongues like raindrop mirrors.
They tell me about every venomous memory of burying the blade of a knife into the back of my family’s trust.
My shoes will not do the job any longer because if I walk one more step in them, then my feet will melt into the asphalt like hot tar.
These shoelaces have been twisted into a blame-game noose using my father’s graying hair, and my mother’s adhesive tears.
Let me borrow your shoes because mine are really heavy with all the dirt covered memories. I am tired of reliving the past.
I am tired of scuffing my feet on gravel catwalks where I once showed the cameras my anger and flaunted my stubbornness.
Maybe if I have a new pair of shoes I can toe the line a little easier, instead of wandering over to dark labyrinth corners made of all the wrong angles.
So what do you say? Do you wear 5’s?

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This was good. It connected to so many different thoughts

I'm a protester beating on a tin drum, blowing a kazoo, smoking pot and drinking low class beer to prove I'm a hipster with my scraggly beard.
When food becomes too much, I'm inelastic
I use food stamps and other government subsidies to buy hipster food,
goat cheese and water crackers for me

I'm a protester, I wear my wool knit cap in the summer and buy skinny jeans because they're in demand
I am beating on a tin drum blowing a kazoo, smoking pot as a substitute for my medicine

I'm a protester reading my adbuster magazine, typing on an ipad made by workers paid 10 cents to maximize Foxconn's output
They're protesters, protesting low wages and committing suicide
diminishing Apple's marginal returns
But in the end why should we consumers care?
We sell our tech every year to get the newer model, its a guilt-free trade for more supplies to feed American capitalism

Fleeting Moments

Many often remark of the length of a life
How it is incredibly short
How every second is to be cherished
But these words I cannot swallow.
That moments are fleeting
When a child dies.
They had their whole life
Laid out and taken.
Because life is incredibly long
A never-ending bout of moments
And memories.
A collection of seconds spent alone
With intermission of happiness
and freedom.
A relationship with a drawn out break up.
That eventually you will lose.
So often do we rely on the short amount of time
To be inspired
To face the darkness of the sunrise.
However hard I choke
I cannot swallow
That it is all a ‘flash’
I cannot force the belief
That cherishing is cherished
Or
It should be in the eyes of those who are saved
Moments do not create a song
But a never-ending bout of receipts
For the occasional intermissions of memory
In the constant waves
Staring at the ceiling
Wondering
Why time would create the superfluous emotion
We feel when we are with ourselves
Or too many.

There's a million reasons to go
But a million and one to stay
I don't know what the water is like deeper out
I'd rather live where I know how
This is where I've always been

I'm afraid to take that leap
Turn my life upside down just for bravado
In fact I'm terrified of the idea
If something new- the unknown
Where anything can happen

I want to explore the world, that's true
But I've been around, I've travelled by bus, train, plane and feet
And nothing can compare to the joy of finding myself right back where I began
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is here

If I upload my work on here, will it be susceptible to thieves and things of that sort? I'm afraid that my work could possibly be stolen.

Every day I am told what to do,
Every day I’m told how to do it,
Every day I’m bombarded with influences
Spinning me every which way,
Till I slam my life to a stop,
In the silence I take a breath,
And see the life that I want to live.

They won't listen.
No matter how loud I scream,
they won't hear.
The devil for faces.
My breath heavy, can't pace it.
Stuck on the inside of those four blockades.
Stripped of my identity, pushed in line with the
other clones.
No, I say.
Eyes blood shot red.
Thinking space full of webs.
Confusion.
In two visits,
they analyze my whole existence.
Lock her up, but keep the key.
So much tears, my soul can't see.
Please I scream.
Body vibrating, hands sweating.
Anger.
The devils slip me a smile.
They know they hold the innocence of my
presence,
the sanity of my mind.
I lost all control.
No, they took my control.
Taking pride in deciding my fate, sulking in
the pain on my face.
I said No, I yell.
Strapped down and driven to my new hell.
Scrambling in what is left of my mind,
trying to find where it all began.
In two days time, I lost everything that I called mine.
My heart, my sanity, me,
all gone.
In two minutes, piecing together bits and
parts.
Looking at my creator and seeing how I help
destroy her heart.
Destination reached.
A million questions asked, it hurts to speak.
Given a borrowed pillow and a borrowed bed,
but all I want is time to clear my head.
As I close my eyes and try to relax,
I fall deep into my mind's sap.
Please, I breathed.
Hoping, but knowing no one heard my pleads.

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In life there are two types of people. People who live and learn then people who live and constantly make wrong turns. I have had my ups and downs but still I stand a college student I am!
My life has just begun and I have no idea what is yet to come, but because I am smart, strong, and determinate; with GOD by my side I can’t go wrong.
In life there are choices and there are decisions. No-one can tell you what to do but only suggest. I have learned to think before responding and to pray for the rest. In life not all choices will be a test nor will ever decision be the best, but I have learned to take one day at a time and have faith for tomorrow.
In my life I plan to make a difference and impact the world. I can’t say exactly how but this is a goal of mine. Throughout my life I will strive to accomplish this goal before I run out of time.
In life everyone has a story to be told and I just pray that mine motivate the next person to achieve their goal.
In life I believe everything happens for a reason so I live to learn, listen to hear and pray to understand. If I can do it then anyone can!
YOUR LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS

life and poetry are made of emotions so I say 'bring it on'.

I say this Simple Prayer to you
To hope you will get the clue
That this thing you gave me
Is the most special person I see

Staying up late, you gave me truth
To trust my heart in this time of youth
That this girl that came to me
Was an angel that made me see

Through insecurities, you will fall
In times of fear you don’t know where to crawl
But its God that finds you in time of need
Only to fill your life with that spiritual seed

A time will come where you will let go
To follow, your heart, mind, and soul
To know that God is under control
To finally see that special glow

So I say this Simple Prayer to you
To hope you will get the clue
That this angel that has been sent to me
Was the only thing that saved me and set me free.

Tears run down my face
As I fly high In the clouds below space
Looking back at pictures of us in the past
Seeing the happiness in our eyes that always last.

I love you so very much,
Knowing patience will be the final touch
Can’t wait for that day
Where I can be with you and stay.

Time flies by, like a blink of an eye
Knowing one day I will have to say good-bye
You only live once, with ups and downs
Knowing God change those frowns.

I believe God blessed me with an angel in you
Sweetest, humblest heart in all the actions you do
God works in a mysterious way
Wanting to be with you, so all I do is pray.

Flying through the air, like a dove in the sky,
I see the end of the rainbow that is miles high.
With a pot of gold shining in the light,
Only to wish I could grasp it tight.

Wishes do come true I’ve been told,
But with patience the wish will unfold.
To let all our dreams come true,
To finally see that pot of gold in our view.

Hiking up the mountains with your hand in mine
Feeling the love and connection that intertwine
Realizing I have had that pot of gold on this climb
Then I knew I wanted to kiss this girl for the first time.

Our love, faith, and passion will make us complete
Because you’re the girl that is super sweet
I will love you forever inside and out!
Knowing I will want to be with you without a doubt!

Obtaining the gold was my quest
And when I knew it was a test
I went with my heart and it led me through
Because God wanted love for me and you!

Time goes on for years to come
Its through faith you move on and learn
Its life experiences that makes you into who you become
There are heartbreaks and you can crash and burn.

But its when you get up, that you get stronger
Its through God I have been made and alive
You just don’t know when your heart can go any longer
But its in God that you strive.

To become the best you can be
To not make any regrets in life
Only to hope one day that you will meet that wife
That makes your heart finally what its wanted to see

I know it will take time
I am my own self and there’s a lot I’ve been through
So right now I made this poem and rhyme
To only hope one day I can read this to you

I'm alone.
Sitting, staring, waiting.
Waiting for what, I don't know.
Staring at what, I don't know.
Sitting on what, grass.
I sit a little longer.
I stare a little longer.
I wait for something new.
Something exciting and valuable.
An adventure.
I still sit, cold.
I remain waiting, impatient.
I continue to stare at water.
Fast water, rushing past.
A blur.
Calm to the ear but harsh to the eyes.
I'm still alone.
Sitting, staring, waiting.
Sitting on green,
Waiting for life,
Staring at blur.
Why?
Adventure.
Thrill.
A need to move!
A burning desire to get up and run!
Running, ignoring, living.
Running through the blur.
Ignoring the green.
Living the life.
This is why.
This is life.

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A dream
A thought that reins supreme
But continually this thought
Is by society wrought
Into something not my own
I'm a queen thrown
Far from her throne
A hollow clone
I try to scream
Try to recover my dream
As it becomes within reach
I hear the masses preach
And I fall into the cavity
Of living in conformity
From which springs insanity
A lack of individuality
Imposing mediocrity
I must escape this oppression
And use my own discretion
And no matter how I try
Big brother's face is wry
His disappointment
Only has one ointment
I must break free of his shackles
Somehow ignoring the cackles
Rise above the social norms
Allow myself to make reforms
Walk against the grain
Show my true self again
Maybe then I will find joy
After I destroy
The pretense I created
And my own image desecrated
Like a phoenix I can rise
After shedding the disguise
Finally I can be
What I want the world to see
And share with them my dream
My thought that reins supreme

Roses have thorns,
Demons have horns
and I have scars
This is my thrown
we each have our own
I've bled many times for mine!
My scars have bled out
the voices, they shout!
Of criticism for my life.
I don't understand
why the judgement
is so loud in my mind.
Why can't I be Me
for what I can see
Everyone is their own!
We each have our thrown
and this one is mine
One day I will shine
From the darkest nights
to the brightest days
I shall over come
the voices judgement
I face!

I feel disgusting
i feel like trash
Every part of me is unclean
And Everything i do has already been foreseen
For the lord knows my path
And the results that follow with that
But i am so incompetent
to changing my ways for the better

I strive to want change
but the flesh is unwilling
the flesh is to weak
the flesh has been holding me hostage
and your spirit in me is what i need
I need a revival
a change, a difference
I cannot remain the way i am
this me is not something i want to be
the way i feel when i look in the mirror
to se and to know that i am filthy and rolling in my sin
And yet i still do not change

But as the time nears more and more
i se how with every waking moment i need Jesus
I need him in my life
I need in my school
I need him every where i go
And i need him when I'm alone
When life hits rock bottom
And when theirs no where to turn
I can go to Jesus and he will help me with my concerns

I know i need a make over
to change me up completely
to make me less filthy
and I know that God is the only one to save me from this distress
So as I think about these things
I pray that the Lord will make me over
And i realize he is the one and only king

I can't believe it's over
Your love has come and gone
I want to cry,
but I'm just too strong
I thought we would be together
Until we were grown

I know what I did to you was wrong
But I'm sorry....
Please don't leave me alone

I can't believe it's over
Our love has come and gone
I hate it when we fight
Cause our love is real tight

I can't believe it's over
Our love has come and gone
You are my baby
You never leave me at home

I call you and you are always gone
One day we should hang out
And prove our love is too strong
But for now,
Our love has come and gone

Good

Love the energy and effectiveness

Did I hurt you?
I'm sorry.
I tend to do that to people I love.
I heard one boy say that "Hurt people, hurt people."
I hope I don't fall into that category
Because those feelings I have for you are so strong.
Ooops.
Did I just say that?
There I go wearing my heart on my sleeve again.
Please excuse me for my feelings.
It's just this thing I have inside of me.
Some call it a heart.
Scientists say it pumps blood through veins to keep you alive.
But I see it as a problem
Because it always seem to get in the way.
Every now and then I let people in it,
You know to help mend it,
to help solve its problem.
Yet nothing seems to satisfy it.
So I turn them away.
But not you.
You see, everyone has set standards.
Standards they eventually want met
by someone or something.
And as for me , they're really high
and honestly I never thought someone would actually meet them..
Until you came.
Please excuse me for my feelings.
There's something about you
maybe its that smile
or that laugh, or that confidence
you often have
that keeps you on my mind all the time.
Or maybe its your personality
and it makes me jealous to see you share it with others
because sometimes they're not worthy of it.
Because that personality of yours is hard to find.
I mean lets be real,
Have you ever met someone
so willing to give up all happiness
just to put a smile on YOUR face?
To me thats so amazing.
I think thats a prime example of
REAL love,
Something many people don't know to much about
and its sad really
because love is such a precious jewel
and its supposed to be treated with the uttermost respect
and care.
In fact, its something I yearn for.
Because when you've grown up in darkness,
in the midst of hate & betrayal, backstabbers,
liars and thieves..
Every so often, you want to see light.
But PLEASE excuse me for my feelings.

these poems are awesome

I live free and believe,even in tragedy, but in the beyond i see the future me, I see myself with clear eyes. I can do this, I say, because I believe in life a "Life after this."

Who needs this anyways!
This anger this strife
The cause of my pain
And this is my life?

The love I once had
It’s dead and gone
You drove me to mad
Only flesh and bone

What once was my home
Now leaves me so lost
Forever I’m broken
If only I knew what you’d cost

Now here I am again
The smell in the air
A potent perfume
Stuck in everyone’s hair

From dusk, until dawn
The gates are open
In love again
Past problems unspoken

Filled with such passion
I can’t let you leave
Every day is a new adventure
The reason I breathe

One day we’re great
The other we’re bad
This relationship I have
With racing is rad

With great knowledge I know
Everything’s a factor
How well the day goes
Proves my mood there after

I luv poetry

I love poetry!

We look inside the eyes and see the soul.
We look at the heart and see the love
In a world of misunderstanding and pain
we find joy and one thing to remain
life will go on.
in the heart of a child, the touch of a hand,
the smell of a flower, the warmth of the sun,
we find peace and understanding.
What once was is not lost, it will be again
when the new moon rises and the business stops
we discover the truth
all is not lost, life will go on

Looking outside the window,
As a child...,
Watching the world go by,
I asked myself where do I fit in,
Why do I look this way,
Why do I feel this way,
Is this wrong of me?!,
Why doesn't my mother pay attention to me,
Where is my daddy?,
Who are all these strange men,
Making me feel like as if the world has secluded me,
My grandparents will never understand me,
Is there anyone that can hear me,
Everyone in my past has just used me,
So I had to shield myself,
Shield myself from reality,
But a force such as this caused me to have unknown feelings,
To not know how to feel,
Being lost in a world between the body and the mind,
Can someone please help me,
I don't understand myself,
Help me find my missing piece,
My heart crying...pleading,
I'm standing over my grave,
Fore I feel as if my hearts dead...,
Can u dig me back up,
And give me CPR...

I really think this is a great website to express myself and my feelings.

This isn’t a cry for help
Or me trying to painlessly express myself
As I sit here
Not where
But there
Not who
But what
Not why
But how
Questions upon my authority
My screams take over me
My eyes go weak with anticipation
My body a crumbling nation
Someone turn the lights on
Someone save me
Someone help me
My darkness envelopes my fears
My desires
And my emotions
My heart bleeds crimson
My soul bleeds black dust
My body reeks of moist fear of hate
Fear of love
And fear of death
Do I deserve to live?
A life
No one cares to save
Oh god
Why me
Why not you…
This isn’t a cry for help
Or me desperately trying to express myself
This is me
And this is as poem for you.

The only person that matters is GOD not your friends, not your family, not people you do not know and when you believe that people wont be able to tare you down.

One can not find a cure for this small child
who never smiled; but would walk a thousand miles
just to find her way to deal with the pain
through the snow and rain
it's insane that nobody even remembers her name
her's soul's trapped in a cage
as the anger lingers in her veins
she becomes of age and finally takes the stage
so she prays and hopes that God will find her a way
to get out this phase
baby girl don't give up on your faith cause someday
you'll find the strength just to get through the day
and someday you will be able to find your own way

You see the smile, cheery and bright
You hear the voice, light and innocent
You believe that I am completely content and don't worry
I am an excellent liar.

The shining eyes have cried a thousand tears
The smile is made of stitches
This is what you don't see
This is me

I don't want you to know what's behind my fake smile
But I do wish that you'd ask anyway.
My problems are miniscule, so why should I worry you?
So I will continue to smile
I'm an excellent actress

I

I have a poem about moving on from a break up and one about my father absence in my life. Do either of those count ?

hello

roses are red violets are blue love is one thing you never knew. the hurt and pain that you put me through.the hatred and pain that slowly grew. i love you even if you put through all this pain, but my love for you is what kept me sane. my heart aches when you are not around. its like a burden that i never knew til now . so love is one thing you never had, so all i have to say that is all to bad.