AmberlyJimenez - Hello Poetry

I was once a seed tossed away to the side of the concrete until you paved a place for me to stay. You dug into the dirt. You watered my soul. I was once a seed, now I am a rose.

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

Rose from the Concrete

I was once a seed tossed away to the side of the concrete until you paved a place for me to stay. You dug into the dirt. You watered my soul. I was once a seed, now I am a rose.

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As a lover, she is a warrior but not in the way you think. She does not use knives nor blades. She uses patience and understanding as her weapons. She fights with her heart until it stops beating. Her heart is made of shield. As a fighter, she heals.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

W A R R I O R

As a lover, she is a warrior but not in the way you think. She does not use knives nor blades. She uses patience and understanding as her weapons. She fights with her heart until it stops beating. Her heart is made of shield. As a fighter, she heals.

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There is beauty in the simplicity of saying, I want you. Sometimes, that is all I want to hear.

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

Simplicity

There is beauty in the simplicity of saying, I want you. Sometimes, that is all I want to hear.

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. It is true, you are totally right. I'm as dry as a desert, I'm a dead empty land. I used to be a jungle when the clouds where by my side, and now that they are gone, my trees, my dreams they dried and died. Because of this, nothing grows inside of me, there is only silence and despair. I can't feel what I write, I barely feel alive I want to feel human again Oh god, I really miss the rain

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AmberlyJimenez

Dec 3, 2018

Dec 3, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC

Idontreallyknowwhatimdoing

Dry

. It is true, you are totally right. I'm as dry as a desert, I'm a dead empty land. I used to be a jungle when the clouds where by my side, and now that they are gone, my trees, my dreams they dried and died. Because of this, nothing grows inside of me, there is only silence and despair. I can't feel what I write, I barely feel alive I want to feel human again Oh god, I really miss the rain

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I have a million thoughts but no words to share.

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Nov 27, 2018

Nov 27, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

Void

I have a million thoughts but no words to share.

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You come in different shades, waves, feels… How you make me feel you… Blue Blue you are the first one I see on a sunny day. Blue like the sky counting the puffy white clouds shaped like sheep, Blue like the blues that skip the rhythm of the beat, Blue like the sea, with waves extending your range. How many lives bask in your glory? Blue- Ah, how many ways I can feel you.

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

Blue

You come in different shades, waves, feels… How you make me feel you… Blue Blue you are the first one I see on a sunny day. Blue like the sky counting the puffy white clouds shaped like sheep, Blue like the blues that skip the rhythm of the beat, Blue like the sea, with waves extending your range. How many lives bask in your glory? Blue- Ah, how many ways I can feel you.

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Speak my peace- Euros, pesos, and money lust. Chambered living, Hustling to get out the crust, Frustrated in time. Golden coins wait for no one. We seek above our pay grade, With our Diploma’s in check but, the amount of schooling does not reflect the time spent in a broken living. Restricted by the cards laid on our deck, Born rich, live rich- But how many of us rise above poverty? There is a system to this. Chasing a dream to catch, Suppressed by the gold and silver. Working all the time- When do we live? Like the job we have Is the place where we were born, Calling it our home. Money manipulating our minds Making us lose ourselves. Paper green consistency, Measured by the piece. Speaking my peace- Who to trust when money’s spent? Greed for green cause consistent evil within societies. Fortune equals fraud. We hustle hard for an assimilated living. Money makes us make moves. I hold no doubts, That through the pyramid structure of economic range, I will cruise, I will elevate, Because I, see I Will break my chains. We have one life to live, One life to be in the presence. So bread will not make me a brawler, I will not be enslaved by a dollar.

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC

AmberlyJimenez

I Need a Dollar

Speak my peace- Euros, pesos, and money lust. Chambered living, Hustling to get out the crust, Frustrated in time. Golden coins wait for no one. We seek above our pay grade, With our Diploma’s in check but, the amount of schooling does not reflect the time spent in a broken living. Restricted by the cards laid on our deck, Born rich, live rich- But how many of us rise above poverty? There is a system to this. Chasing a dream to catch, Suppressed by the gold and silver. Working all the time- When do we live? Like the job we have Is the place where we were born, Calling it our home. Money manipulating our minds Making us lose ourselves. Paper green consistency, Measured by the piece. Speaking my peace- Who to trust when money’s spent? Greed for green cause consistent evil within societies. Fortune equals fraud. We hustle hard for an assimilated living. Money makes us make moves. I hold no doubts, That through the pyramid structure of economic range, I will cruise, I will elevate, Because I, see I Will break my chains. We have one life to live, One life to be in the presence. So bread will not make me a brawler, I will not be enslaved by a dollar.

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