have you ever been stuck in a room with a door?
a rock and a hard place they both knock you to the floor
you've given up you can't get out
can't do your homework or your chores
you can't breathe in you can't breathe out
you just can't take it anymore
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then you get a feeling
you know what's coming next
you've gotta move you've gotta step
you've gotta stand you've gotta stretch
you crack your knuckles crack your neck
you shoot your shot you try your best
you take a pencil to the test
you get the A you get the plus
you give it more you take no less
now here's a lesson for the class
so you can pass and come in first and never last
you take what's yours you take it fast
you hold on tight don't give it back
you carry on you don't look back
now it's my time I gotta blast
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
tell me am I scary?
or do I make you laugh?
I scare myself it's really bad
eternal fear is just a fad
and I said tell me am I caring?
or do I walk away?
I help myself I've got to say
won't make it through another day
when I step I miss the earth
and when I jump I hit the ground
everything inside me hurts
my life is turning upside down
if you stepped into my shoes
you would get lost and never found
I feel the weight of my sky blues
the world keeps spinning round and round
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
every story is the same old lie
i could see the ****** with two patched eyes
still they keep me on the hook
i’m woke i’m tired i’m static i’m shook
i cannot hear the greater cry
i cannot grasp the thought of getting by
what's a novel? what’s a book?
what’s an author? what’s a crook?
tell a story, spin a lie
this is a red herring fish fry
this is astounding, a new high
all i had to do was hit a low
when i got there i reached a bit below
and then i stopped there
i saw the bigger picture
big mood it could fill a pitcher
big mood it could **** a preacher
big mood i could write about it
big mood i could hide from it
i should hide from it
i should run away
say sayonara ‘til a brighter day
‘til the moonlight hits a lighter face
i could always be a step away
what's two steps away?
tryna step away?
three steps away?
tryna step away?
what's a meter away? what’s a mile away?
did i drag a mile from an inch?
did i stretch my mind out paper thin?
solve a problem - see the end
final push - bring it in
bring it on - finish strong
final song - live long
long live - three shouts
begin again - bean sprouts
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
women are silenced
minorities are marginalized
i would love to see inside the mind of a man who likes to criticize
others for the traits they cannot control
at the end of the day
in the same way
we all grow old
i've lost my voice
my thoughts no longer bold
like a mime I sit and watch
as everyone spills their soul
i think instead of speaking
analyze the conversation
emotions are peaking
i've deescalated the situation...
in my head.
i struggle to speak
they skip my solution
jabbering continues
without a conclusion
i am of no use
i have no relief
feelings are recluse
a heart but no sleeves
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Days on end
until the end of days
our time has come
to go our separate ways
my life has changed
and yours unraveled
i look back at our adventures
everywhere we've traveled
to the tops of mountains, hills, and trees
parties, movies, late nights, and poetry
roadsides, diners, great divides
between my spirit and all of my earthly ties
elevated to another spacial plane
you were the sunshine through a cloud of rain
time passes slow
i'm folded over
unable to go
unable to breath
i never wanted you
the feeling was need
my judgement was a haze
clouded by greed
red, blue, purple, and green
it felt so natural
like the roots of a tree
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
lately i haven't felt very poetic
i spend all my time doing school work
discussing derivatives and rhetoric
and when that's not the case
i drift off into space
leaving time in it's place
a blank expression on my face
it's not that i'm upset or sad
i'm actually quite content
i've changed my life against the fad
i'm living life with my own consent
i do what i feel
i feel what i do
and when i get bored
i get up and move
sports are a life saver
i'm almost late for practice
when taking on a normal life
you've got to have exciting tactics
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
i can't explain why i like it
i just do
it's something about the way it makes me feel
it's good
like really good
like i'll never get it again
but i probably will
but i don't think about that
all i think about is life
all it has to offer
everything to see
everything to experience
my life is great
my time is just starting
that's what it makes me feel
that's why i like it
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Hi, I'm a strong believer the media is important.
But I cannot associate myself with the news that it's reportin'.
Domestically, we see one side, not enough is imported.
And if I speak out, there's a fear I get deported,
but I'm living far away from where I was born.
It's too hard at this time to really call that place my home.
Other nations are more accepting and they're half as diverse.
I can't help but think that the roles should be reversed.
Not mine, but some peoples ancestors traveled across the sea
Searching for a new life to rid themselves of heresy.
Now they won't let you board a plane if you've got hairy cheeks,
Or a wrap on your head. They'll give up your seat.
I didn't create the problem. I'm still in my teens.
What went wrong in the past that infected us with greed.
I find it hard to believe that there was just a 'bad seed'.
I'm made by what I feel, what I hear, and what I see.
Now it's my job, and the rest of my generation's,
to sniff out the problems. Find where people were mistaken.
Some issues may be right in front of our nose.
Sometimes we don't realize how deep this stuff goes.
We often don't understand how the darkness grows.
As much as we study, no one really knows.
As a young person, I'm still stuck writing poetry
because no one who matters would listen to my prose.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
love is the sixth sense
love is a sick sense
love is a picket fence
so hop on over
and get rid of sickness
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
she's sweet as a doughnut
if she grew sour
i still would condone her
girl on the move
and I never could zone her
she's somethin special
se chama besondere
ich bin tr(ee)lingue
i speak like a stoner
talkin bout love
please don't ruin the moment
she hears my voice
and she knows that I'm flowin
she sees my feet
and she knows where I'm goin
this could be magic
i know that you know it
we could be magic
i know that you know it
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC