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 May 2017 Alina
Daniyah
Invisible
 May 2017 Alina
Daniyah
I smile, I'm looked through as if I were invisible.
I speak, I'm ignored.
I cry, I'm pitied.
I scream, I'm glanced at.
But once someone looked back.
We spoke, we laughed.
Together we were no longer invisible.
I feel like this is very cliche. I don't actually know how to write poetry so tips would be wonderful!
 May 2017 Alina
Daniyah
When I first learned how to talk I also learned never to talk nicely to those who have less. I learned that they were meant to be poor and we were meant to be rich. I learned never to show them mercy.
       That’s when I realized something. My whole life had been about what others have wanted for me not what I wanted. I was like a robot being controlled. I got good grades and acted professional for my dad, I was respectful and poised for my mom.
It's not much of a poem again but I decided to write something about me.
 May 2017 Alina
Isabelle
Overused
 May 2017 Alina
Isabelle
You keep on recycling your
"I'm Sorry"
For new mistakes

And I keep on recycling
"I forgive you"
My always mistake
It's 1:13 am and I can't sleep, and obviously I'm a mess here
Trying to write anything
Trying to make sense of everything
 May 2017 Alina
dumbdeadpoet
i shouldn't have to clench my jaws when my feelings get hurt. my teeth are shattering at every fake smile i give when i have to look into your eyes and watch you look away. you touch my spine and you say 'have a good one'

i keep scraping my elbows for you.

band aids don't fix broken hearts. i peel them off but my wrists still bleed. i have a bad habit of scratching and scratching and reopening the cuts that you have made and trying to close them up trying to love myself.
how much of your life have you dedicated to leaving?

to the point where i rather have you than pass all my classes

you can't put a ring on it if my fingers are broken.
just because you like the idea of my hands doesn't mean your heart is attached also.
would you care if i broke my arms

i hope you rip your gloves again
i hope you cry over me

how are you doing without me?
how long do i have to be gone for you to finally miss me

i love and don't lie



you've become another story.

that day,
i wanted to break the glass in front you i wanted to scream in your face and beat your chest i was literally going crazy for you i walk out and i will never understand why you don't just understand that
'you can't break a girls heart and not expect her to go crazy about you'
why is time moving so slowly...

and i was wearing bandaids on my wrists and i peeled them off and put more on and peeled those off too and put gloves on and tore them and threw them away and put more gloves on and i couldn't stand and couldn't sit and couldn't keep working and couldn't...
the same song keeps replaying in my head.

i'm fine until i think about it. i hate you
you make me want to throw everything away

nice men don't cheat
and nice men don't lie

at nights i set my alarm to 3:30 to see if you will text back
it's 5:45
tuesday september 22, 8:30 a.m. i almost called you.
10:16
10:35
10:49
10:58
11:02
11:10
11:12
12:31
and then i lost track
i don't want to talk to you anymore


i haven't forgotten your birthday. i'm sorry for not memorizing your number.
i still have your pictures on my phone. i still get nauseous when i miss you
how could i let go of something so precious
i can still hear your accent.
i find myself saying the same things you used to tell me back when you still loved me the same song keeps replaying in my head
when i think of you my body hurts.



she only likes me cause we're not together
tell her i knew before you knew

sometimes i never want to see you again
i hurt you by leaving.



here's to pay your bills:


i'll forget about you one day. i promised i wouldn't

'text me when you make it home safely'



now i don't dress when i get home from work
now i sleep with my guitar
i wear my hair different

this is the closure we never had
from today on, every angel i will ever come to know will have a memory of you attached to it.

it takes two weeks for my wounds to heal. by the time i am done with this, it would have been two weeks. and this won't hurt anymore. and i will stop bleeding. and the cuts on my wrists will finally close. you were not a bandaid. you could never be a bandaid. i am sorry you couldn't close the same wounds you caused. i am sorry that it is hard to swallow. and i am sorry for apologizing for things you haven't done.
by the time you get this i would have listened to your voicemail 33 times
i do this for revenge
and i will never say goodbye


this poem is not incomplete. i just like to leave you uneasy. have a great life.


p.s. everything that i have written in here has been subject to what i felt at the moment. please do not think that i hate you.

p.s.s. it took me days to write this and i love you

p.s.s.s i wanted to get you a watch today

p.s.s.s.s you don't wear watches

p.s.s.s.s.s happy birthday



i love you

i love you
 May 2017 Alina
Lana
Daughter
 May 2017 Alina
Lana
you could turn me into a woman
you could teach me how to be beautiful
you could teach me how to cook
you could teach me how to have manners
but what's the point?
if all i get from you is lessons but no love
if all i get is orders but no compassion
if all i get is anger but no joy.
i feel pain everyday.
But i still ask myself " Am i ungrateful?" "Am i spoiled?"
But in the end I'll choose to remove all my feelings and become
cold.                                  
And for you I'll still choose to become the perfect daughter.
 May 2017 Alina
Jawad
DEMONSTRATION
 May 2017 Alina
Jawad
We want food!
           Brotherhood!
Human rights!
Equal pay!
Don’t ban faith!
Lets vote now!
Solve the crimes!
Tell the truth! Don’t **** trees!
We’re not safe! Privacy! Give us jobs!
We want peace! Don’t throw bombs!
Tax no more! Save our earth! Despots out!
Don’t hurt girls! Fix the law! Don’t **** boys!
Stop the war!  Disobey! Refugees, welcome here!
Racists: stop! Leak the docs! Heed the crowds! We are free!
We are here! We are strong! You are weak! You’ll be judged! Don’t forget!
D     E     M     O     C     R     A     C     Y     !
Decions makers need always to be reminded who really is in power...
 Apr 2017 Alina
Jawad
Let's face it!
Many men are dumb
Regardless where they’re coming from

If they were not mysterious
We’d never take them serious

If they were understandable
More men would treat them 'low level’!

Mystery should make curious
It shouldn't make us furious 

The mystery is there to keep
Us fell unsure and insecure

Riddle, to spend with all our life
Trying to nail it, endless strive!

As long as we don't understand
Things will be perfect and as planned

Cause mystery is there to teach us
To be human, and not just men...
Inspired by a conversation I had with a friend about the mystery of women. My opinion was that it is necessary for women to be mysterious to us and that we don't understand them completely. Otherwise we would take them for granted.

There is this saying that goes like 'questions are more important than answers' because when looking for answers, more questions will pop up and we will learn a lot of things during our journey that are more valuable than the original answer we were looking for. And as long as the search is going on, we will be truly human and alive.

And I think this applies to the relationship between men and women. Its not about understanding women as  mush as it is about our journey to understand them that makes us wiser, more considerate, and humble. And I think a little but of insecurity and self-doubt is healthy when it comes to men, in oder to keep the ego in check. Besides, women who see in men the determination to understand them will appreciate their effort, even if men still don't get them completely. But sadly enough, many of us men are not patient and want everything our own way. And if we don't get women, we get angry, which basically means, we go for the dump option instead of being smart about it and wonder what makes women really tick. The mystery is a good challenge that we need to face, and it makes our relationship with women more interesting.

Of course, this advice is directed to myself before anybody else, but I am trying to learn how to be smarter about women.
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