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UntitledWhen I looked in the mirror
All I could think of
Was the picture of the crying boy
Whose family's livestock
Had been killed in a car accident
We held the same expression
The difference between us
Lies in the adults
Who want to justify
Only the boy's anguish
Because at least my future
Doesn't depend on something that just
But what they don't seem to realize
Is that what is dying in me
No one can see
Unless someone looks deep enough
But no one will
Because I'm a "lucky one"
and not a starving child in Africa
If it Ever Stops Being Fun"If it ever stops being fun..."
When I was little
"...or it ever gets boring..."
I did Irish dance
"...or too hard..."
And I had an agreement with my mother
"...or something you just don't want to do..."
That she would never force me to continue
"...we can stop."
If I ever wanted to quit.
But that philosophy
when it counted
How do you tell someone you wish for a longer embrace
Without tipping them off
That something is
Shout it From the RooftopsStanding on edge
Toes curled around
Thrill of fear
On the Rooftops
But you came here to do something
I prepared a speech
They told me
To Shout it From the Rooftops
So here I am
Gray world, stories down
I cringe at the sight
Face the sun
People will change
I will change
Maybe even the world will change
If I was to be passionate
Momentum would carry me up here
Walking on a knife’s edge
Out on a limb
Asking for help
So high above
Where you all might or might not look
But the only audience
My broken pocket can afford
So audience, listeners
Hear what I have to say
We have it
Potential for change
And I had faith
That we could change
But life got in the way
Media got in the way
Crushed my hopes
So let’s make the world
The Media Can’t Twist
They don’t need much
To make us look vile
Greedy lazy selfish
Angry hurtful ha
Never Let GoLike we learn to crawl, talk and walk,
We must learn to climb.
We can only go so far
North, South, East or West
Why don't we go up?
Mount the cliff...
never let go...
If you need to fall,
While the ground isn't far
And regaining lost progress
There will come a point
After you've climbed for a while
Where you muscles will burn
And a grimace replaces a smile
Even if you just stop for rest,
Be careful, don't let go
You've put your blood, sweat and tears
Into getting this far
The fall is far
And will end it all.
No going back
no mounting again.
Never let go...
...never let go...
Hope for a Better TomorrowEven if,
when we count our blessings,
we find ourselves with very few,
the fact that we are here today
that there is hope
for a better tomorrow
UntitledMy mom gave me
Who I am.
What I am like.
She took the clay in her hands
She took the paintbrush
And guided my colors across
A little piece of her
In every piece of me.
And everything in between.
Rules of the WorldWhy is it
That we only find life
On the Edge or
I do not want to remain idle forever
But the rules of the world
Are not easy to define
Let alone break
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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