Dec 20

Splintered

Sitting right there,
On that picnic bench,
I see,
Two girls
With different faces,
And the same stories
One cried and one smiled,
One got used to it, and one gave up,
The first one was overtaken by anger,
And the second one buried it down with a smile,
And now they meet,
Introduced by a mutual person,
Sitting on a picnic bench,
They stare at each other and hesitate,
The sun and the moon,
Both bright and forever fighting,
They look down at the splintered wood of the picnic bench,
They are hurt, but fight,
They love themselves, but they are lost,
Two lost souls,
Splintered and bruised.
Oct 24

captured

I cry
I curl up
and time stops
until I'm trapped... 
totally
captured 
I want to stop
I want to smile
and hide
but I can't
I want to keep it in
and leave me to be
but I know 
the truth will hurt me
my feelings are too loud
Feb 23
poem 0 comments challenge: Rhyme

just everyday burnout

i’m so tired 
the warmth in me is seeping from my soul
i just wanted to be admired
and reach that everlasting goal
but i burned out
and the audience still thinks i’m flowing tall
i wish they would let me back out
oh i just want to fall
because my candle is hollow now
and my wick is barely holding on
why can’t y’all see how
my flame is all ready gone
Feb 22

it was a rainbow


it looked unbelievable 

it was the black and white i saw when you gave my favorite mug back to me

it was the yellow i saw when i broke that painting of the daisy

it was the red i saw when i was vexed

it was the clear i saw when my eyes flooded with tears

it was the blue i saw when I gave you your old sweater

it was the green and purple i saw when i gave my necklace back to you

it was the orange i saw when you replanted your bell peppers at your house

it was the rainbow of colors that fluffed my vision
Feb 22

my old friend darkness

The darkness is creeping in

Yes it’s back again

But I don’t cry,

No, I just let it in

Because when I was down

And no one was around 

The darkness hugged me thin

It didn’t feed me lies 

Or taunt me with goodbyes

Or tell me I’m alright 

That it’s all in my head

No, the darkness didn’t say anything

It didn’t leave me guessing 

It didn’t have to because it knew that it would be back again

So I welcome it back with smiles

And I say, “Hello, darkness, I knew you’d be back agairn.”
 
Feb 22
poem 0 comments challenge: Fame

fame was just another bitter game

fame. 
it looked pretty when i saw it from the tv
who knew that i would be chasing the old me
it looked like it could be fun
it seems like all they do is laugh and run
but who would tell me it was fake
it’s crazy how just a minute ago i was waiting for my brake 
now all i do is sit and cry
all that i saw was just a lie
i want to go back
back to the past cause the present is in lack
Oct 15

i love feeling emotions

i love being happy

i love the warmth and the light bounce in my step

happiness always comes back; no matter how long you’ve been without it 

i love being sad

i love letting go of everything that’s been making things hard and letting myself deal

sadness isn’t something that you should suppress or bury; it’s normal

i love being mad

it riles me up like nothing else and it feels so good

anger isn’t something to be ashamed about it’s something meant to feel, re-think, and then move on

feeling emotions other than happiness is okay

Feeling emotions shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Jul 30

Alive?

The sun rays touching my skin remind me I'm alive
But how is this reality? 
That all of these people have been ended by a tragedy 
The wind whispering by reminds me I'm alive
But tell me how is this true?
That a bag of skittles scared you blue
The music pumping through my body reminds me I'm alive
But am I really because the peacful protest have ended with vexation 
started by those who didn't deserve an invitation
The blood pulsing through my body reminds me I'm alive
I'm alive and living a breathing nightmare

Jul 24
poem 0 comments challenge: I am ...

I am

I feel like a little bird,
Trapped in a small cage,
Trapped by society's gaze,
Trapped by my own race,
I am not a bird,

I feel like a tree,
Reaching for the sun,
Reaching for a chance,
Reaching as high as I can,
I am not a tree,

I feel like a flower,
Getting picked on by people who run,
Getting picked on by everything's glare,
Getting picked on by how I look,
I am not a flower,

I feel like everything that I am not,
I am treated as everything other than a human being,
For my race makes it as though I am undeserving of being treated as a human,
Our lives matter,
My life matters,
I am a human,
I am a person of color.
Apr 05

Answer


Answer

They say that you’re the answer
The savior that we’ve been waiting for
The thing that many have wished for
Will you be granted to me
Or will you leave me again?
I wait and wait for you
The taker and the giver of things
Please be my answer
And do the right thing
Take me away from all of the pain
Let the darkness suffer alone
For the answer was taken again.

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