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Waste of ThoughtIf you don't approve,
I'll move on-
You'll be here one day,
The next you'll be gone;
My shell has grown thicker,
This I know-
I now have the ability to let you go.
I let you in,
And I'll leave you behind-
You are not worth my thoughts,
That isn't a doubt on my mind;
If I liked you,
I don't care-
To waste anymore time on you,
I wouldn't dare.
From previous experiences,
I should have known-
For soon enough,
Your true colors did show;
You decided to end communication,
It was not I-
Not one tear shall I cry.
Eventually We Will MeetI believe the concept of love is overrated
Or quite possibly my view is merely jaded
Yet the ideals I keep in the back of my mind
Seem to all at once be left behind
For there are many frogs that have come my way
I am hopeful my imperfect prince will arrive one day
I shall keep this in far depths of my thoughts
Otherwise in fairy tale dreams will stay caught
For love is out there, but I must wait
I’ll meet a great guy, it is surely fate
But to look is a pointless goal to keep
For there are other treasures for me to reap
The Importance of WritingPlease aide in my agitation,
I haven’t felt myself lately
Writer’s block has been getting to me
Writing is an outlet,
A cathartic form of release
If unable, my irritation will increase
Like many other annoyances,
It swallows my being whole
To break free is my ultimate goal
This one reigns supreme,
While obstacles obstruct my sight
Poetry allows me to see the light
To overcome this block,
Will take every ounce of my creativity
I shall push aside this pressure against me
Violent MotionOur relationship was doomed from the start
And yet I still gave you all of my heart
I should have never felt obligated to be your keeper
The doubt and upset only continued to grow deeper
How dare you say you loved me all of this time
To use me subconsciously is in fact a crime
You couldn’t even act the age you are
You have much to work on by far
Our relationship has come to a tragic end
There isn’t any way for it to mend
I have tried to care for you the best way I could
But my efforts are like particles in the ocean
They have drifted off with the violent motion
Win this GameWhy does life have to continually throw stones,
It’s amazing that I haven’t broken any bones.
Even while negativity tries to hold me down,
I still find that my strength is abound
I maneuver through the avalanche that comes my way,
Never giving up positivity throughout my day-
The boulders that travel quickly down the hill
I can resist the factors that haunt me still
From this battle I will not soon be freed
Seemingly beating me down until I bleed
But my heart will always stay the same
Because whatever life throws at me,
I will win this game
Time for a Different ThrillI find myself frequently looking down at my speedometer,
Worried if a police officer will possibly catch me-
Yet being the good girl, I will not ever be free;
Therefore I know it is time for a much different thrill,
Because with the mundane of daily life I have had my fill.
Worrying for nothing may cause a sudden unexplainable rush,
But the adrenaline I’d like to experience is currently hushed-
While I conjure ideas of eventually living life to the fullest,
I find myself doing the activities that very well may rank the dullest.
There are a plethora of wondrous memories left for me to gain,
With so many more opportunities available for me attain-
Suddenly feeling a form of stagnation settling in,
I no longer desire to stay within this vain.
I am merely searching for some form of excitement,
Any other than the usual I encounter every day-
Constantly aware of one thought that has remained;
Rather than merely staying where I have been,
It would be an incredible adventure to get away.
No One There To AnswerDarkness is settling in around my being-
I feel the walls suddenly collapsing upon me,
My vision focused on the bleak surroundings-
Chains suffocating so that I may not soon break free.
My breathing swiftly becomes labored,
Inhaling smoke from the ashes I had thought I escaped from-
With numbness beginning to pulse through my veins,
There is no time to realize what has already overcome.
Feeling alone and unnoticed, almost like a ghost-
I scream out, only hearing an echo in the distance,
There is no one at all who is there to answer-
While leaving me to my own devices another instance.
The sounds of my cries pierce my ear drums,
As I stumble to my aching feet once more-
Knowing that deep within the very core of my soul-
That I have many times undoubtedly fought this fight before.
Vivid VisionsOn occasion I have vivid visions-
At times they haunt me as I try to sleep;
With constant efforts to push them aside,
I find that even now they suddenly do creep.
Reminders of a mistake that should rest in the past,
Yearning for the pain that is overwhelming to diminish;
Yet I still encounter them more often than I prefer,
I thought by this time the suffering would be finished.
I cannot let them hinder my progress,
If I do not allow, the visions shall not persist;
Though I will forevermore have those tainted memories,
To not fall victim, I will insistently resist.
These remembrances shall lessen in clarity over time,
And won't ever darken this warm heart of mine-
I can and will accomplish all I am meant to,
Further overcoming this obstacle is what I must do.
Pursue my PassionI do not claim to know a creditable amount;
The fact that it drives me is what indeed counts-
And in the end I can truly say,
That I am thankful to have found my way;
For it ignites a fire within my soul-
It will only continue to spark as I reach my goal.
So I may not be the most knowledgeable in the field just yet-
But pursuing my passion is a choice I will never regret.
I may have been set off course a few times before,
But that shall not be the case anymore,
Since I see my destination bright and clear;
I shall face my obstacles without any fear,
Even when anxiety will try to take me down,
I will still force my feet to stay firmly upon the ground;
For I now have the chance to make my aspirations a reality-
And there is not a doubt in my mind that can stop me.
Oblivion Rests HereOblivion Rests Here
i have gathered my congregation,
and today you witness my church.
we are spirits, wandering ghosts,
souls holding hands
falling, spreading like rain
racing down windowpanes.
we are a mosaic of loose threads
falling from old scarves,
shrapnel that fell from fireworks,
leaves scattered across mud grain,
and ashes forgotten in wildfires.
but the forgotten souls sew love together,
wrapping whispers and skin
around each other like tornadoes.
and we rain down our message
like the King himself has touched down.
strands of hair, empty fingers, fluttering arms
all find themselves filled with warmth
in free rein, the sky embracing our veins
as we hold space
with c(h)ords of culminating ardor,
vocal cords strumming chants of freedom.
we sing louder than any choir
and hold each other tighter
than any thread count could.
tactile, textile, tensile
strength, we expose entities
with tractile virtue,
healing the exiled.
send Muhammad, Yahweh, Al
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
The UniverseThen suddenly there was matter.
There was time, there was life.
From the unfathomable nothing sprung forth our universe.
Our earth was born,
she, an angry mass of volcanoes and storms.
And life, oh that miracle, rose from the non-space.
A single microorganism,
whose name we will never know,
began turning the Evolutionary Wheel.
Earth had many inhabitants.
But here and now, she houses us.
Homo sapiens, her most gifted child.
We have made her surface angry as the beginning.
Machines of war replace the storm,
death flourishes in the garden of life.
In a hundred-thousand years our plights will matter not.
If the Homo sapiens lives still, he will be alien.
His old achievements as pathetic as the discovery of fire.
Even he will eventually cease to exist.
Several million years will rob him of his humanity,
whether through death or the persistence of the Wheel.
Billions of years will pass then.
Andromeda will embrace the Milky Way,
their fervent dance sending shockwaves through their solar sys
yahwehIn fifteen hours I will be strung, pelvis
to sternum, ready to be struck
stomach aching to sing -
There was once when I was whole,
full and stretched to breaking,
I have been a giant in my own skin &
I was not enough to be loved.
& now, finger to thumb, you
swallow my spine in your palms
play my bones,
play my bones,
play my bones //
I am rising to throb
& thud & thrum
of pulse and breath and music
of mantra spilt-spoken,
smeared sacred over wrists
written with sweat & sex,
Muscles tensed for every chord,
Herein is the hallelujah -
You alone, you alone, you,
Hollow my belly and carve me
until I am fluted, crying out
between your hands
I have been too much to love,
every wire & tendon pulled loose
, I have been too much
& now you are here
& you play my bones
until the giant in my skin
becomes a rhythm
until I finally feel
I am enough!
You move me,
spine swallowed and sequestered,
I become holy beneath you
I was too much to love:
MistakesBe brave enough to admit your mistakes
Be Strong enough to accept them
And be wise enough to learn from them
Why do you judge?Why do you have the need to judge with your signs?
Do you even know why I am here?
Am I here just because I do not want the responsibility to be a mom?
Am I here because I am not in the right place in my life where I can take care of a child?
Or am I here because I was raped and he didn't use a condom?
Don't you know it is going to hurt me in the long run after I do this?
So how do you sit there with your sings and judge people?
Little Fighters.This is the story of two boys
that lost too much.
The older one was born with a gun in his hand
and the other one had beautiful eyes
if it weren't for how they blackened with demon blood.
They knew each other
because they were all that was left.
One day, the boy with the gun
tried to save the world
and ended up to be the black-eyed one.
Then his brother picked up the gun.
Words That Leave StichesIf you wish to listen, gather 'round
I'm going tell you a little story
About a little girl
Who was afraid to be creative
Because of a few harsh words that stung
And bled into her young heart
That made her want to hide her skill forever
Because of an ability she wanted to show
Was beaten down to dust
She was excited
She was full of light
She was ready
Her mother helped
To write the steps to help explain
And gather the supplies
Reds and purples and oranges and blues and greens
All soft and square
Waiting to become a new shape
Silver needles and night thread
All packed into a bag and ready for the day
Running to the classroom,
The little girl was excited to show others
What she had learned from her mother
She saw drawings and sculpted clay
Paper snowflakes and glittering stars
She peeked into her bag and smiled
When everyone quieted
The teacher spoke sweetly to the young minds
She tapped heads and everyone moved to desks of four
Supplies in small hands
And light in bright e
Waiting RoomMaybe, just possibly, all that did transpire as a negative outcome did as a result of going against the tide,
All the while I was not within my true destiny that was set forth for me to take.
The pain and the sorrow all occurred since the road being walked upon was not the correct one of which I should have traveled.
It could have been probable that due to the wrong direction of which was chosen,
I have not yet become the person of which I should have been.
Many years passed,
Still feeling as though my place in the world was somewhere other than where I was residing,
Constantly striving to understand why I had not been able to integrate myself into such a society.
I have been caught in between the path I had waiting for me on the other side and the one I was stuck within.
The events which developed were from a trail that I was not meant to travel in the first place-
While still in wake the truth was there to find,
As I was within the confines of a choice that was not my own,
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
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