vanessa67 - Hello Poetry

I stare at the ripples and the waves Swaying purely and freely from all restrain Small sea ***** wander for display The earth beneath my feet swiftly crumbles Like all the tumbles and mazes in my head I’m torn between reality & this mystical world Shifting between my dreams and unconscious A blessing & a curse to what could have been I walk into the sea As it meets me with my reflection Visionary images that define my life The scars & bruises hold tight to my skin I swim in deeper hoping they will fade away Only tiny air bubbles swim around my soul Noting really matters anymore All the struggles & pain drift away The ocean plays my sanctuary I become the ripples and the waves Swaying purely and freely from all restrain

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC

vanessa67

Sweet Ocean

I stare at the ripples and the waves Swaying purely and freely from all restrain Small sea ***** wander for display The earth beneath my feet swiftly crumbles Like all the tumbles and mazes in my head I’m torn between reality & this mystical world Shifting between my dreams and unconscious A blessing & a curse to what could have been I walk into the sea As it meets me with my reflection Visionary images that define my life The scars & bruises hold tight to my skin I swim in deeper hoping they will fade away Only tiny air bubbles swim around my soul Noting really matters anymore All the struggles & pain drift away The ocean plays my sanctuary I become the ripples and the waves Swaying purely and freely from all restrain

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Honey suckle sweet sky Sun rays blend with your ocean blue Memories & thoughts begin to suffocate me Lyrics & beats drown in my ears As I try and hold back all these tears My favorite line plays in my head “When he put that bottle down, girl that man's amazing” Blackouts and lack of control **** bitter world, anything but social justice Yet, I majored in humanity Due to my insanity What I’d give to take back the time To say goodbye A little closure…damn what a time to die Scar tissue accumulates on my battered heart As I watch you fall beneath the earth I buried you and with it my faith Chaos & fuked up **** everywhere I turn P.O.C.’s working hard, holding on to that false dream To be judged by character, not by color Jr. was a true ideal But still, millions searching for some spare to buy their next meal I’m privileged with books and mentors Doesn’t mean the years of pain and sadness ceased Majored in humanity to find salvation Trying to break free from my personal mummification Inexplicable moments and connections Difficulty letting go of these several relations Too overwhelmed, I can’t even fuken finish expressing emotions

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC

vanessa67

Societal Feelings

Honey suckle sweet sky Sun rays blend with your ocean blue Memories & thoughts begin to suffocate me Lyrics & beats drown in my ears As I try and hold back all these tears My favorite line plays in my head “When he put that bottle down, girl that man's amazing” Blackouts and lack of control **** bitter world, anything but social justice Yet, I majored in humanity Due to my insanity What I’d give to take back the time To say goodbye A little closure…damn what a time to die Scar tissue accumulates on my battered heart As I watch you fall beneath the earth I buried you and with it my faith Chaos & fuked up **** everywhere I turn P.O.C.’s working hard, holding on to that false dream To be judged by character, not by color Jr. was a true ideal But still, millions searching for some spare to buy their next meal I’m privileged with books and mentors Doesn’t mean the years of pain and sadness ceased Majored in humanity to find salvation Trying to break free from my personal mummification Inexplicable moments and connections Difficulty letting go of these several relations Too overwhelmed, I can’t even fuken finish expressing emotions

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Filling the empty holes of your tainted spine A spine that has been pierced over and over Like blade that sank in the Aztec heart one last time Shattered and battered, as you still stand on two feet As the spiders begin to web those ripped shreds A slow and painful process, echoing in the silence Of my mouth, that will no longer sing.

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC

vanessa67

Pain and Awakening

Filling the empty holes of your tainted spine A spine that has been pierced over and over Like blade that sank in the Aztec heart one last time Shattered and battered, as you still stand on two feet As the spiders begin to web those ripped shreds A slow and painful process, echoing in the silence Of my mouth, that will no longer sing.

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The lock on my mouth tightens My ears turn red Like the tied knots in my stomach All the dripping sweat… The hard work goes to waste Fear stares me in the face How I dread that bitter taste All I hear is that **** beating Questions and Questions Mexican? American? Hispanic? Chicano? Latino? I say neither The lock on my mouth tightens Insecurities and bruises underneath my skin You’re not good enough or smart enough Stop trying, there’s no such thing as luck So buckle up This road I take isn’t easy I see yellow, brown, and black But I don’t forget the clouds above are White It’s time for change I say Course after course Finding pieces to my key My consciousness now aware I’m brilliant Now I begin to believe and see The lock on my mouth opens I can finally hear my voice breathe I say “It’s interesting you feel that way” Now it’s my turn to speak.

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC

vanessa67

Hear my voice

The lock on my mouth tightens My ears turn red Like the tied knots in my stomach All the dripping sweat… The hard work goes to waste Fear stares me in the face How I dread that bitter taste All I hear is that **** beating Questions and Questions Mexican? American? Hispanic? Chicano? Latino? I say neither The lock on my mouth tightens Insecurities and bruises underneath my skin You’re not good enough or smart enough Stop trying, there’s no such thing as luck So buckle up This road I take isn’t easy I see yellow, brown, and black But I don’t forget the clouds above are White It’s time for change I say Course after course Finding pieces to my key My consciousness now aware I’m brilliant Now I begin to believe and see The lock on my mouth opens I can finally hear my voice breathe I say “It’s interesting you feel that way” Now it’s my turn to speak.

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