powered by your voice
May 24
semacdonald's picture

unoriginal


am i really who i used to be,
i know that
new words and
new experiences
are laced, interwoven, and layered on top of my previous self
i am sick of the media putting words in my mouth
and filthy songs in my head
i say that its a generational thing
and that there is nothing i can do to stop
the madness and the chaos caused by the pressures of the digital world,
but its a choice as is everything else
it is a choice to click on an image
it is a choice to sacrifice yourself to a screen
destroying your free will and your version of your own self worth
do you know who you are under the layers of the new you
do i know who i am
my skeleton of truth lies under so many layers
i dont know what it looks like anymore
May 17
Said The Sky's picture

The Hat

I can remember the flakes accumulating in your hair
Like wheat on a bed of soil
It was freezing

Wiping them off did no good
Because before you knew it, there were twice as many

So I gave you my hat
To keep you warm
To protect you 

And now, I have found that we all wear hats
Not always to keep warm
But to conceal.
May 17
Monster_T_02's picture

I am not perfect

I, am not perfect.
​I am not the twirling, tendril, perfect beauty everyone perceives.
I am not.
Perfect.
​rose bud cheeks.
Soft melodically voice.
Gentle hearted.
Peaceful.
Perfect and poise.
I'm snide remarks,
Empty bottle of gut wrenching pain.
​Trips to the bathroom,
​Vomit sliding up my throat,
​Coat the silent tears that fall.
​I am red.
​Ever consuming.
​I'm the Hit you didn't expect because I'm a "Girl."
​I'm far fetched tales of half blooded pulps from people who dared cross my path on a bad night.

I am not silent.
​I am not a "Good Girl"
I am not a teachers pet.
​I am not dressed modestly,
I am not designer.
I am not for wondering eyes.
​I am not an art piece for you to ogle at.
​I am louder than a stereo.
May 15
kraus-cl's picture

Ouch that hurts


You see in movies all the time, the oh-so-perfect-teenage girl twirling their hair as they stare lovingly into the eyes of someone they are totally crushed out on. They take a long strand and twist it into oblivion as they swoon. And then there's me. Ever since I was little, I always play with my hair, but in the past year or so, I've picked up the habit of literally taking a singular strand of hair and playing with it. Eventually, the pressure makes it come out of my head, and it hurts a tiny bit, as it should. This may seem like no big deal, but let me tell you: first, pulling individual strands out causes pain. Headaches. Teachers and my friends have commented on this behavior and there's a common denominator - they all think it's weird. Me too bro! I can't stop however, and this also leads to disorder and chaos.
May 09
in rant/rave 0 Comments challenge: Unsaid
Quella's picture

When We Say

I’ve realized that we tend to speak in a way that fits nicely into people’s ears.
We say
“I’m like kinda this” or
“I’m like kinda that” or
“I’ve done these things and want to be this” and
“OMG I’m a mess” and
“I was like kind of sad the other day”
because just saying you were sad doesn’t feel like a totally okay thing to do.
It doesn’t make people comfortable.
And if you do say it
without choking out the words like they're stuck in your throat
and they ask "why",
if you don’t have a quick answer,
like my dog died, or I broke up with my boyfriend, or I failed a test,
then people don’t know what to say and it’s awkward and
THERE’S LITTERALLY, LIKE,
NOTHING WORSE
THAN WHEN THINGS AWKARD.

Because if I tell you that I’m sad
because I’m in love with the moon,
May 05

Is Sharing Caring?

They say that sharing is caring,
But what if you have nothing to share?
Or maybe you just don't even care.

What if you decided to share your cold?
That would be bold.

What if you decided to share your disease?
That could add up to a lot of bodies.

Something that you should definitely not,
Is share with someone your snot.

But maybe you should share all your fun,
Oh wait, then you'd have none.

Maybe you should share with the boys,
Your girly, girly toys.

But who am I kidding,
You just want to pet that kitten.

So maybe sharing is caring,
But I think some people will care what your wearing.

I'm so sorry for wasting your time,
With this dumb little rhyme.
May 03
in rant/rave 0 Comments challenge: General

Dear Friend


Dear friend,
why do you always make me wait for a response? Is it your dismisssiveness or my impatience that drives me nuts... maybe a little of both? I know you read my texts, so why dont you respond? Am I no longer important to you, do my questions not count?

Dear friend,
I'm hungry for words. Even since I was little I have ached for books and poetry all day. Is that why I keep sending you messages, that you see but choose to ignore? I'm word hungry so as long as you read my words I'm happy... right?

Dear friend,
I figured it out. I'm word hungry, but not for my words, anymore, for yours. Perhaps thats why I keep writing to you, because maybe you will respond; thats what most people do anyways...

Dear friend,
Apr 26
Hailey.M.Miller's picture

unsaid

*names have been changed for safety, privacy and respect*
Apr 26
wondering about rain's picture

loneliness or nothing

Loneliness is awful,
worse than a broken heart
but it still leaves no scars.
"Its nothing"
is what you say and what you feel.
A tornado is what tears apart your head.
The feeling of seeing everything
you were comfortable with,
fall apart is indescribable.
Just when you think the
world will stand still for you,
it keeps turning.
Time gives no apologies,
no bull crap "I'm sorry" wall mart card 
shows up at your doorstep.
The feeling you get when your standing
next to someone
and realize you
still feel a hundred million
miles away from them,
breaks your heart.
But it happens over and over
and over and over again.
It's this constant
tightness in your chest.
Waves of hurt.
Especially when you think how
ridiculous it is to feel that way.
Apr 26
wondering about rain's picture

loneliness or nothing

Loneliness is awful,
worse than a broken heart
but it still leaves no scars.
"Its nothing"
is what you say and what you feel.
A tornado is what tears apart your head.
The feeling of seeing everything
you were comfortable with,
fall apart is indescribable.
Just when you think the
world will stand still for you,
it keeps turning.
Time gives no apologies,
no bull crap "I'm sorry" wall mart card 
shows up at your doorstep.
The feeling you get when your standing
next to someone
and realize you
still feel a hundred million
miles away from them,
breaks your heart.
But it happens over and over
and over and over again.
It's this constant
tightness in your chest.
Waves of hurt.
Especially when you think how
ridiculous it is to feel that way.
Apr 25
k_gasparro123's picture

A Quick History Lesson for the President

This was written soon after the inauguration
 



 
January 20, 2017:
A day to go down in history;
The inauguration of
Our first EVER 
Tweeter-in-Chief,
Donald J. Trump.

His intentions?
Questionable.
His qualifications?
Non-existent.
His specialty?
Hypocrisy.

You would think that 
some time
Would have
 to pass by
Before his promises
Would be approved by the government.

But somehow,
Policies have been signed
Without a question
And his opinion
Has taken over,
In just ten short days.

I. 
Trump took away the funding
For any abortion organization
International or national
Surrounded by a group of
Old, white men.

Apr 24

What is Art?

   What is art? It can be a lot of things, depending on who you are, and how you  look at it. Art and music can be a way to bring yourself back into the current world, motivated by it. But it can also be an escape from life, not to mention it can also change people's outlook on the world quite drastically.
    Art is a part of culture, of life. It's part of what makes us human. The world would be a whole lot different without that painting you love by that guy who's been dead for hundreds of years, or your favorite song that you've listened to over and over again that drives your parents crazy. (And yes, even that old George Michael song you don't give a crud about is part of culture).
Apr 24
in rant/rave 1 Comment challenge: Peeves

My Pet Peeves

My biggest pet peeve is hearing people chew. It grosses me out and it drives me INSANE. My family( my parents especially ) chew really loudly. It is so hard to eat in the same room as them. Just writing this makes me cringe so I am going to move on.

Another one of my pet peeves is hen people try and one-up me for no reason. When I was in elementary school, my dog died and I was so sad. I told one of my friends when they asked what was wrong and after they immediately said "Well, 2​ of my dogs just died." The person doesn't have any dogs so it made me mad. It was not like I wanted to make that person pity me, its just that person asked me what was wrong.
Apr 21
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Expected

Here we we go again, arguing over how this could have been prevented,
As we realize Trump's first 100 days are just as bad as expected.

We cared less about Clinton's credentials 
And more about how she presented.
Still the majority voted for her.
But now that's all a blur.

As I try to recount all that's gone down,
I can't help but frown.

Why are people so shocked that the "business man," could be bought?
Why are people so shocked that DeVos doesn't understand what's taught?

Republicans hadn't been working on a new Health plan all this time?
What a surprise they'd just be content to whine. 

You know it would almost be funny,
If we weren't worried about whether in Nuclear winter it would still be sunny,
People had ties with Russia, oh how big a surprise.
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Apr 19
jbird18's picture

Current Thoughts of a Grumpy Person: Breathing By June


Current Thoughts of a Grumpy Person: Breathing By June

There is fuzz on my sweater
My house is cold.
The fridge lacks leftovers to find dinner among
I'm fed up with screens
Word thinks Spanish words are spelled wrong
It is rainy and wet
and windy and cold
and homework about climate change, natural disasters, anthropogenic sources of
pollution, toxic materials, destroyed habitats
species on their ways to extinctions 
humans dying
lack of food
lack of water
lack of plant life in soil
too many humans
too many particles of CO2
too many fossil fuels
too many non renewable resources
what the freaking, WHAT are we thinking?
are we thinking?
how many of us are thinking?

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Breathing By June.m4a