Brisk wind
       blowing through the window
                  making me feel
                           like I have energy once again.

                           Warm breeze
                   blowing through the window
       making me feel
drowsy as hell.

Pain, unimaginable to the innocent mind,
Wracks their bodies at night.
To their suffering, the world is blind.

All of their requests declined,
The guards spit on their humanity with ill disguised spite.
Pain, unimaginable to the innocent mind.

The government tries to keep their voices confined,
As they keep the centers far out of sight.
To their suffering, the world is blind.

Screaming and crying, mothers and children are reassigned
To separate detention centers bathed in harsh light.
Pain, unimaginable to the innocent mind.

Far from the cities, they are trapped behind
Bars of ill disguised jails as they cower in fright.
To their suffering, the world is blind.

Behind their tv screens, the world watches the tragedy unwind,
They watch, sympathizing but not acting on, this violation of rights.
Pain, unimaginable to the innocent mind,
To their suffering, the world is blind.

Being different is not a crime
it is a thing that should not make us want to cry

Being the same is just denying
that we are all individuals and that we need to start trying

Donald Trump is president
What has this world come too
Who would elect a man who admits the the fact
that he gropes women and then says that it's insignificant

We all say how much we love the earth
Yet we are killing it all the same
killing it with the pollution
And somehow, we are all still sane

We need to work together
To fix the damage that we have wrought
We need to create a greener future
For ourselves, our children and what not

Friends are the people who help you
Get through the most difficult things
They don't just stand there like a statue
They help you keep your heart strongly beating

The sad thing is though
that not everybody has them
They might just be waiting for someone like you
To help regrow their broken off stem

I love you.
These are just three simple words,
that can mean so much
but can also mean nothing at all.

In this modern age
we have so many things.
We forget what we have

It's been a while since I've written anything for fun,
my mind has gone to rest.
School has made writing something that I shun,
which turned me into a mess.

I constantly run around in circles,
searching for the right words to say.
I have to try to clear an endless set of hurdles,
as I struggle to wade across the boundless bay.

The bay separating me from my creativity.
The bay separating me from my truth.
The bay keeping me in timeless captivity.
The bay that's taking away my joyful youth.

Someday I'll learn to bridge the divide,
to transcend the barriers that keep me on the shore.
To let parts of me out that I usually hide.
To be myself and never ask for more.

Get a good job
On the test get an A
These things are what they want of us

These things are told to us
by people like
our teachers, friends, and family

The important thing is to remember
That they cannot dictate our lives
That is what we are supposed to do

People will judge you for who you are
It is a thing you cannot thwart
They will judge you like it's an art
That they practice for an award

If you're part of the LGBTQ community
they will judge you for not being straight
They will judge you for the person you are
they need to love instead of hate

If you need someone who won't judge
Just know that i'm here for you
I'll respect you if you just need a hug
I want to help anyone who feels undervalued

We need to learn not to judge
People who are being who they truly are
We need to learn to adjust
We need to eliminate the social junkyard

Life is a *****
I know this all too well

It will do its best to put you down
But you have to do all you can to get back up

When you lose someone you love
It is a feeling like no other
It feels like nothing anyone does
Can help you find another

But you just have to keep living
just remember them for who they were
just try to keep on believing
that they are now flying like a bird

I have had this experience firsthand
And it is not a fun thing to go through
But it comforts me to know that
He is now riding the trails past the moon

I feel like I'm lost
like I'm drowning in a sea of sorrow
I feel like almost everyone just mocks
Instead of helping me to reach tomorrow

However there is one person
who helps me to not be sad
and who can help me learn
how to not be sad or mad

My life is a complete mess
No one really cares about me
They just bully and tease me and leave me to guess
What I did to deserve the burning heat

I want a new computer
I want a new phone
what is our obsession with getting the newest thing

Feather, you are a bubble.
I don't see you very often but,
when I do, it makes my day.
Like a bubble, you are always free,
free to ride the winds,
wherever they may take you.
Now, however, I don't think of you as much.
When I do, I imagine you trapped.
Trapped in someone's art collection at home,
thinking about the life you had when you were free.
But still I hope.
I hope that someday, you will be free once again,
free to ride the winds in the sky.
Also I wonder, do you still remember
when I held you in my hands,
And then let you go while shouting with glee,
because finally, I had helped something to be free.

I compare our love to a sea
Because it knows no bounds
It is always running free
And all of us it astounds

I compare it to a bird
Because it is free to fly
It cannot be deterred
It is forever free to explore the skies

Peace
Such an important thing
Peace
It is not very present in life's mix

War
A sadly important word
War
It is all too present in our world

Why do people shun certain people
just based on how they look
why do people think that they
are somehow worse than them based on their ethnicity?

Rain
Pounding overhead on the roof
Drowning out the sound
of my cries for help

Every single day
We may ask ourselves this
Why do we slave away
Learning things that in the future we will just reminisce

Why do we spend
7 or 8 hours a day
learning things that most of which will
Never earn your pay

This answer to this is simple
and this answer is
It will teach things that will enable
us to understand what someone discreetly says

Sitting in silence
just listening to the birds
then old thoughts start to crawl in
that make me feel hurt

Sitting in silence
lets me reflect about myself
It lets me get a big hit
out of what I did when people tried to help

Some people
may try to shield us from the real world
they may try to not let us know
the dangers that the world holds

Pluma, usted es una burbuja
Yo no le veo mucho pero,
Cuando yo le veo, me hace el dia.
Como una burbuja, siempre es libre,
libre al andar con los vientos,
donde se van.
Ahora, sin embargo, yo no pienso en usted mucho.
Cuando yo lo hago, yo le imagino atrapado,
atrapado en una colección de arte en una casa,
pensando sobre la vida que tenia cuando fue libre.
Pero, todavia espero.
Espero que un dia, va a ser ser libre otra vez.
Libre a andar con los vientos en el cielo.
Tambien pregunto, todavía recuerda,
cuando yo le sostenía en mis manos,
Y después dejando que vuele mientras gritaba con felicidad
porque finalmente, yo ayude algo a su libertad.

Sun
shining through the clouds
making me feel like things
might just be all right

Sometimes you feel hopeless
Like you are sailing a sea of black
It feels as if this sea is endless
Like you can never go back


Sometimes you feel like there is no hope
As if there is no light to be seen
It feels like you're on an endless *****
That is on an everlasting lean

It feels almost like
This life has no meaning anymore
It feels as if you have put up a fight
But you are still a prisoner of war

You want to write your will
You feel like your death will come tonight
You want to say goodbye
But you can only wait in fright

The mist spreads over the valley
Swathing all in white
My friend and I sit under a tree
Admiring the evening light

The mist comes closer and closer
And we both start to fear
That the mist will act as a disposer
And that we will all just disappear

And just as it is about to hit
It all just dissipates
It is like we are in a protective mitt
And it could only intimidate

Why can't we just be ourselves
This is what I ask myself everyday
I feel like we just need a little help
To be not just a piece in some hay

Why do we change who we are
To fit into the social norm
Why is life kind of like a farm
producing ideas that are all uniform

We need to break down the barriers
That prevent us from being ourselves
We need to respect our peers
And make more room on the social shelves

Sitting in this classroom,
silently thinking about,
all the time that I have lost.

War
Violence
****

These are just 3 of the main problems
that are present in
our current global landscape

We think to ourselves
Oh, it's just a cigarette or a drink
We think that it won't hurt us at all
That we are invulnerable to sickness and pain

However, I know that that is not the case
we are all just only mortal
and that one just for fun pack or keg
could turn into your funeral

My grandfather died from drinking and smoking
That's why I'm writing this now
He had cancer from smoking, addiction from drinking
And it cost him his life with everyone knowing why and how

I think to myself everyday,
what have I done to deserve
this loving family?

All I do is complain
about small trivial things
such as chores and homework.

Yet I still manage to keep them loving me,
to keep them caring about where I go,
and who I am.

What is our obsession
with what is popular or not
What is our obsession
with things that are not even connected,
to the things that really matter

What is poetry...
is it just words put together in a rhyming pattern
on a page?
Or is it something more

Is it a way of expressing
what is underneath.
Of what no one else but these pages
will ever know...

Tragically when I was only five,
my grandfather needlessly passed away.
He was a man with a fierce love for life.

I clearly remember the day he died,
I think it’s my clearest memory to this day.
Even though at the time I was only five.

We played guitar and watched the hours pass by.
Through our bones we felt the chords resonate.
He truly had a fierce love for life.

Sadly he also smoked and drank, and with time,
it killed him but I never saw his ashtray,
probably because I was only five.

We shared the same birthday, him and I.
Together we celebrated that special day
Led by his deep and fierce love for life.

For me, Far-Far was the name he went by.
I still remember his whiskers on my face.
And even though I was only five,
I still remember his fierce love for life.

Why do we waste our energy
making other people feel like ****
making them feel like they wouldn't really
mind if on the highway they got hit

Why do we still write on paper
when we have computers and phones
why do we hold on the what's old
instead of embracing what's new
Why do we find it so necessary
to remember what's in the past
Why can't we just let it go
and embrace the new color hues

Why do we care
whether people are straight or not
why do we care
we are all just humans underneath

Why is it
that everyone I love
just forgets me in the end?

Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Why don't you understand
What is happening in here?

You need to be saved
you have sinned beyond belief
you need to learn how to behave
before you drift out beyond the reef