There are thousands of us here
In this small part of the internet.
We are thousands,
Voices of all natures.
I wonder how many in all
The corners of the world?
Here alone are thousands
Which plant seeds of philisophical change
And the evolution of our society.

How many words will it take
To declare the state of humanity
As the world goes deaf and blind?

Every once in a while I see a poem
With a national headline,
Some black kid shot by a white cop.
Then the poem disappears,
The poet and his or her fellow
Writers retreat inward
Jumping into nothingness
Of feelings and self loathe.
We carry a banner with a million
Words and nothing to say in unision.
Oh God, is this the path of the poets?

But suddenly I realise
And I see I am just as shallow
As the next,
The pulse of the world will not
Beat with poets,
Though poets can be the racing pulse
Of change.

Let the poets unite on common ground!
Cry out against something in unision.
We are thousands of voices
That cannot yell.
How many of us here on the internet?

How hard is it to rise against
The machine and bring
About change truly to the soul,
To see ourselves rise up
With our words?
What we speak we will write,
What change we write
Will give birth to humanity.

When I was 4 years old I remember having a huge crush on this guy in my kindergarten class. I kept trying to play with him but he didn't want to because I didn't know how to spell the word... "Cat". And in my final act of convincing, he punched me so he could play with the girl next to me who did know how to spell cat.

I was 6 and a half to be exact and I remember coming home to screaming and crying with glass on the floor. "Mom and dad are fighting... Again" I thought. My other siblings had to physically pull them apart (sobbing whilst doing so) so that they wouldn't ****** each other. While my brothers and sisters wondered when my parents lost their happiness, I casually played with my toys wondering if they were ever even happy.  

I was 8 when my older sister told me to never love or get into a relationship because it would just end in smoke and ash and we'd both disappear into the grey clouds acting like nothing ever happened.

I was 10 when I heard the news that after many years of love and loyalty my brother's wife was cheating on him with a military man. All hail America! Am I right?

I was 14 when I picked my sister up... Drunk and in tears. She was vomiting her insides out and I, being worried (and a snoop) asked her what happened. And she slowly replied "he did"

Once she said that I was 5 again. Watching a Disney fairytale and saying "that's not true" as the narrator said "and they lived happily ever after"

I am 16 and I remember seeing your face the other day. And all of I sudden... I was 3 again and a princess wishing upon pumpkins and taking to mice... Believing that I could live happily ever after.

Our lands collided, a volcano formed
our love built up until it erupted
messy and destructive our love burnt on
depositing our emotions on the desolate lands
our emotions nurtured the seeds
the seeds you had planted as we danced
dancing our dance of two we left our trail
our trail of memories, happiness and pain

As time went on the eruptions ceased
our love had ran its course
the forest grew and grew
but you were no longer there
lonely and frustrated I burnt it all down
you were meant to be there with me
in our forest, but you're not here
you're with him, a guy who loves with anger
while i loved you unconditionally
our love was eternal

The forest grew back...
you're still not here
I've explored every crevasse in our forest
there's no signs of you no more
but I still see you in our trees
in every river that flows
I still miss you
because after all this time i finally learnt
that any forest that's burnt down
will only grow back stronger

It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
          Who choose this life for us?
                   It was you,
                             I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…
.
.
.
*Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.

Your eyes are empty, love, so impossibly vacant
Devoid of any emotion, dead of dreams


Because your tears flow away,
ripping the feelings, the pain


And I reach out but our ways are separated
As misery seeps through the space between us


You walk on broken glass and still smile
I walk on flower beds but still scream


Because we're one and you can't see
I feel your pain, and with every fake smile you **** me


I'm trying, love, just close your eyes
I'll take you far far away from all this agony


I won't say I'll tear the moon for you
Or clench the sun within my hands


But, love, if their shine hurt your eyes,
Because you're too deep in dark


I promise, I'll shield you,
And heal your dark wounds


And gashes of loneliness
And scars of memories.


And I'll hold your shattered pieces
until the storm inside you ceases


I'll put them together and fix you
I'll steal your breaths away from the death


And I'll fill you again with hope
And I'll show you what's light


You're scared, love, I know
But just hold my hand and don't let go


I know you're afraid to leave the ground, love
But if you stand once, I won't let you falter


I'll hold you until you can walk on your own
To your destination of dreams all alone


I will let go then and you won't fall ever again
You'll break through all those metal chains


And through those thunder clouds you'll rise
Like piano notes and wind chimes


Love, my life was always yours,
I'll give it away if I have to


But till then I'm here, watching
As your smile flows towards realm of reality


And your dreams strengthen
With hope and my light I gave you


Its okay, love, I can stand the darkness
I'm just wishing to see you face once


But don't turn around, love,
For you've left the past behind,


And I'm amongst your past now
It's okay love, I'll live with your scars


And your memories, your broken dreams
Those dreams that you left with me


I still have them, love,
Your dreams have become mine


Only to protect and cherish
And love and remember


Until the last breath leaves me empty
Like your eyes in the start of this journey.

I gave up a little today
It shows when I smile:
Half broken, trying too hard
Trying to learn not to love
Holding onto the idea that someday I will get to love
Again
Giving up on my dreams of a perfect house,
A beautiful dress
I'm trying not to imagine spinning around a ballroom with someone, because
Everytime I wake up from those daydreams, my heart gets broken
I've given up on beauty:
I cut my hair and called it "powerful,"
But really,
I'm just trying to be a kid again
I've finally given in to fairytales and knights in shining armour,
But I've given up on finding my own

somehow victory is a grape wine

which I always strive to get it ...

how much I try my destination is changing

It's location from one place to other

finally making me a seeker instead of a

Winner