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DisrespectIn my life I get mistreated everywhere I turn,
But when you look at me I smile,
You would think at least she’s
having a great life.
Never judge it’s never true.
I’m a girl that loves to help others,
But inside I want to come out,
and show people how it feels to be ran over
and not get to say how you feel.
This girl is tired of getting hurt,
beaten down, to the point that
I can’t take anymore.
I just want to get alone with everybody,
But some people don’t allow it,
And that’s most of the people I know.
Why disrespect someone that hasn't
done anything to you!!
I’m ready for the real girl to come out.
Life is to short to take bullshit
from people that have no control of your life!!
Disrespecting people want get you anywhere in life.
Respect every person you see.
One day you could be in there shoes.
Keep smiling it heals the soul!!
Please Come BackMy friend,
you helped me more than you know,
every time I see your work I remember the times we shared.
the times you helped me fix problems,
and give advice!
At this time in my life I really need a friends advice,
and I can honestly say I trust you,
my friend come back to me.
your words speak so true and kind,
I've never forgotten or left you behind,
I go back in time,
but yet still no sign.
I wish you the best luck in this life and hope
that I hear from
my friend in time.
I miss hearing from you My Friend
Stupid DreamsStupid dreams,
What I want to know is how can you
forget something if It comes back in your dreams?
You wake up crying
because people that you left behind for good reasons,
Things that happened that you wished never did,
And it still haunts you at every corner you turn.
Why want my mind let it go,
Why does it have to remind me of the past?
All I hear from people is you need to let it go,
That's the past,
It will only hurt you if you hold on to it.
Well I'm not holding on to it,
It pops up in my dreams,
I wake up with tears rolling down my face,
I don't want this,
I'm tired of dreaming of people that I loved,
With the feeling of getting heartbroken over and over.
Every time I have a dream the pain gets stronger.
Why do we even have dreams?
Everybody says dreams are better than real life,
I have nightmares,
I want them to stop.
Who wants to wake up crying?
Over something that should have been put in the past,
Feeling the pai
If I CouldIf I could,
I would say what was on my mind,
I would give out my heart to the world,
And not be afraid of what they would say,
I would tell them how I feel,
And what keeps running through my mind
All day and every day,
The feeling of not knowing how to handle it,
Or if it's really who I am.
If I could,
I would scream it out loud,
Telling the ones I love without any doubt,
But I can't,
I don't know if it's true,
People would see me different,
Like I would do so myself,
So tell me how you can tell someone something
When you don't even know that it's true in your own heart?
The feelings, the thoughts, and the hate toward yourself
Telling you it's not you,
That it's wrong,
If you could,
What would you do?
Beautiful KidsHe never thought of this happening,
he was with a girl he knew for a while,
he loved her,
she was his dream come true,
everything a guy would cherish,
then it all changed,
he got tired of her
and her bull,
then less then three years down the
road he got an email,
" You have a daughter",
he never got to see her be born,
but when he met her it was a very
like she knew him her whole life,
his life changed from then on,
he stopped doing drugs,
and changed his attitude,
everything was not the same,
then his babies mother told him
"If you don't marry me you can't see
her ever again",
well he felt like he had to do it,
he didn't wanna lose his beautiful daughter,
his heart beat for her,
she's all he cared about,
he wanted to be there for her,
and down the road he got a son,
and the same thing he didn't get to
see him be born,
how cold can someone be,
to not let the father see his kids be born,
he took her bull,
and did the best h
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
I know when I'm alive,
I can feel pain of you not with me,
I can feel the pain of missing you,
all I do is wish to be in your arms,
and never want to leave them,
that's how I know
I get mad,
I miss past memories,
I wish I could change things,
I'm happy knowing your mine,
when we hold hands,
my heart beats so fast,
it feels like it could bust,
when we kissed,
for the first time,
the world stopped,
that's how I know
gives me hope,
I love you,
would die for you,
and would give you the world,
baby that's how I know,
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