carisa - Hello Poetry

I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night. Someone who will take my hand and we will fly over the streets of this town. Someone who won’t stop or pause or hesitate in the light of the moon. Someone who will look at me with the eyes of diablo and the smile Dios. Someone who will lead me to a world where only light shines. Someone who banished darkness with a simple flick of his hand. Someone who rid the air of all the things that suffocate the lungs. Someone who rid the air of time, where not a single soul ages. Someone who rids the air of judgment that hangs on the dying of skin. Someone who will dance with me on the softness of the sand. Someone who will watch the sunrise and the moon fall with me. Someone who when the day ends there will take me home Someone who as the night has come to an end at my windowsill will kiss my cheek Someone who will tell me that even though tomorrow is yet to come everything will be okay I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night. But then I look in the mirror and realize that there is only me and no such boy exists.

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC

Have you seen "someone"

I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night. Someone who will take my hand and we will fly over the streets of this town. Someone who won’t stop or pause or hesitate in the light of the moon. Someone who will look at me with the eyes of diablo and the smile Dios. Someone who will lead me to a world where only light shines. Someone who banished darkness with a simple flick of his hand. Someone who rid the air of all the things that suffocate the lungs. Someone who rid the air of time, where not a single soul ages. Someone who rids the air of judgment that hangs on the dying of skin. Someone who will dance with me on the softness of the sand. Someone who will watch the sunrise and the moon fall with me. Someone who when the day ends there will take me home Someone who as the night has come to an end at my windowsill will kiss my cheek Someone who will tell me that even though tomorrow is yet to come everything will be okay I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night. But then I look in the mirror and realize that there is only me and no such boy exists.

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Past Imagine a trailer The smell of **** fills the closed walls A women most would call mom Sits in a haze screaming at her reflection She's here but she isn't Her body is here Her head isn’t Noxious chemical odors Burn the eyes A young girl Two older boys Sit and watch Looking at my brother He looks at me So young Our older brother gone Eyes blood red Scratches cover his arms Daddy didn’t like him very much Daddy didn’t like any of us very much But that’s okay. He's gone now Blue lights are American Blue lights took him Blue lights are bad brother whispers in the dark But they made daddy gone So they can’t be that bad Looking at mommy She’s quiet now She’s my future She is American I look just like her Can’t talk So hungry But shhh don’t whine Or mommy will wakeup She’s my future daddy said to me looking at mommy Daddy didn’t like any of us very much Were an American family Mommy screams. Daddy’s mad I'm mute. Twin brother is sad Older brother is high Blue lights are bad These things I know Replaying in my head I am American This is My past. My present. My future. Future Years later I'm in elementary. Birth mom didn’t want me. She took my brothers She left me But that’s okay now Because I’m better. I'm in school Were American All the kids talk I can only say The first three letters In the alphabet My voice hurts Everyone is kind So much different Than what iv always known Adults are American Adults are patient They aren’t gonna hurt me Still, I hide when they yell When a hand raises I flinch But it's okay now Because I'm better I have a family now We are an American family Mom doesn’t hate me Daddy holds my hand Teachers speak kindly I don’t know what they say I don’t understand their words But it's okay now Because I'm better I'm American Years later and here I am I'm in high school I understand the words Well at least most of them Friends surround me I'm happy now I'm better now My baby brothers Are my light My younger sisters Are my path My friends Make me smile I look at my mom Her long blond hair She’s happy Daddy loves her I don’t look like her Her blood isn’t in my blood But my future looks like her With a home and children Happiness and a partner I won’t be like my birth mom I can do better I can be better I will have a better future Birth mom and dad might Have given me a bad past But my mom and dad Have given me what Most don’t have a Better future. My past is bad My present is better. My future will be good.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC

Past

Past Imagine a trailer The smell of **** fills the closed walls A women most would call mom Sits in a haze screaming at her reflection She's here but she isn't Her body is here Her head isn’t Noxious chemical odors Burn the eyes A young girl Two older boys Sit and watch Looking at my brother He looks at me So young Our older brother gone Eyes blood red Scratches cover his arms Daddy didn’t like him very much Daddy didn’t like any of us very much But that’s okay. He's gone now Blue lights are American Blue lights took him Blue lights are bad brother whispers in the dark But they made daddy gone So they can’t be that bad Looking at mommy She’s quiet now She’s my future She is American I look just like her Can’t talk So hungry But shhh don’t whine Or mommy will wakeup She’s my future daddy said to me looking at mommy Daddy didn’t like any of us very much Were an American family Mommy screams. Daddy’s mad I'm mute. Twin brother is sad Older brother is high Blue lights are bad These things I know Replaying in my head I am American This is My past. My present. My future. Future Years later I'm in elementary. Birth mom didn’t want me. She took my brothers She left me But that’s okay now Because I’m better. I'm in school Were American All the kids talk I can only say The first three letters In the alphabet My voice hurts Everyone is kind So much different Than what iv always known Adults are American Adults are patient They aren’t gonna hurt me Still, I hide when they yell When a hand raises I flinch But it's okay now Because I'm better I have a family now We are an American family Mom doesn’t hate me Daddy holds my hand Teachers speak kindly I don’t know what they say I don’t understand their words But it's okay now Because I'm better I'm American Years later and here I am I'm in high school I understand the words Well at least most of them Friends surround me I'm happy now I'm better now My baby brothers Are my light My younger sisters Are my path My friends Make me smile I look at my mom Her long blond hair She’s happy Daddy loves her I don’t look like her Her blood isn’t in my blood But my future looks like her With a home and children Happiness and a partner I won’t be like my birth mom I can do better I can be better I will have a better future Birth mom and dad might Have given me a bad past But my mom and dad Have given me what Most don’t have a Better future. My past is bad My present is better. My future will be good.

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I never thought of myself as a hero I never thought of myself as strong I never thought of myself as beautiful I never thought of myself as good I thought I was the villain I thought I was weak I thought I was ghastly I thought I was evil I mean that’s what you said I mean that’s what you told me I mean that’s what you yelled I mean that’s what you wrote I never thought I would be the hero I never thought I would be strong I never thought I would be beautiful I never thought I would be good I am not the villain I am not the weak I am not the ghastly I am not the evil I mean that’s what I say I mean that what I tell myself I mean that’s what I yell I mean that’s what I’m writing I am the hero I am strong I am beautiful I am good I am the hero Because I was strong enough to leave you I was beautiful and confident to leave you I was good and not evil like you to leave you I became my hero when I left you

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Sep 9, 2019

Sep 9, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

My own hero

I never thought of myself as a hero I never thought of myself as strong I never thought of myself as beautiful I never thought of myself as good I thought I was the villain I thought I was weak I thought I was ghastly I thought I was evil I mean that’s what you said I mean that’s what you told me I mean that’s what you yelled I mean that’s what you wrote I never thought I would be the hero I never thought I would be strong I never thought I would be beautiful I never thought I would be good I am not the villain I am not the weak I am not the ghastly I am not the evil I mean that’s what I say I mean that what I tell myself I mean that’s what I yell I mean that’s what I’m writing I am the hero I am strong I am beautiful I am good I am the hero Because I was strong enough to leave you I was beautiful and confident to leave you I was good and not evil like you to leave you I became my hero when I left you

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