I can already see that you idolize her,
shes so far up on your pedestal that
when she falls it'll be inevitable,
she'll become only a smudge,
a stain on the ground at my feet
so easily washed away and then
my slow and steady will soon again
look good to you

but you wont look good to me;
you told of her character like an angel
while you tore me down as petty
you disrespected me to honor the frenchie
and to say I saw this coming is an understatement
my intuition is so on point,
to stay sane I have to medicate it
looking into your eyes and choosing to believe you
was a mistake I wont make twice
I wont stand for it -- I'll sit down
and quietly stare you down until you
realize my choice is made, now it's yours;
be honest with me, who do you value more?

من واقعا خود را فارسی شاهزاده خانم؟ آیا شما تا کنون یک شاهزاده واقعی بود؟ چگونه من آرزو می کنم من می توانم به شما تمام این سوالات را بپرسید، اما شما فقط به من هم همین را بگویید - "البته که من شما را دوست دارم!" به عنوان یک چاقو تو را به گلو من .. لطفا، لطفا هرگز به من اجازه رفتن ..

I will not wear what everyone else thinks I should
no, I will wear whatever makes me feel good
and if that's ripped jeans and an oversized tee shirt,
if that's what makes me feel good, then that is who I'll be
and there is nothing anyone can do about it,
for I'm just being me

I don't want to
go
anywhere
with you
you're just another phase
I'm going
through
I tell myself,
it'll pass
just wait a day
but two have gone by
and it's still
the same
I'm freaking out,
I don't know what
to say

Paint a picture with my words, see the sun and the birds, clear skies reaching back for the horizon.. see the pain in my eyes, the fear I disguise, my wings shredded, torn, and broken.

i don't have a poem, but a plea.

hello poetry is an escape from real life for a lot of us, me included, but real life needs us right now.

the #blacklivesmatter movement is louder than ever and if you're not a person of color, or if you are but you also benefit from the system in place that depends on the destruction of black and brown people, now is your time to stand up.

stand with those at the protests, use your voice, your platform, your privilege to raise up your fellow black voices. and educate yourself on whats going on if you haven't already, because this is just the beginning.

this is global now. all over the world people in countries like UK, Germany, Canada, and many others are taking to the streets in a peaceful protest of the ****** of Georgoe Floyd, and so so many other Black men and women. a protest of the blatent police brutality in cities all over the world, brutality that mainly targets black skinned and brown skinned people. a protest for real honest ******* change, that will ripple through country to country.

this is a revolution. do not be silent.

go out and protest if you can. donate to the georgefloyd gofundme, to the bail outs for the protesters who were wrongfully arrested. spread awareness where you can. lift up black and other poc voices, and don't give up.

I can still feel it -- sliding, melting as it runs down my skin,
slowly dripping down my sides and into places only you've been

Before I took up poetry,
I had no way to express myself
I didn't talk to other people,
They wouldn't care about how I felt
I've always found this difficult,
Uncomfortable to speak my mind
Ever scared to make a fool of myself
Of being judged and pushed aside
That I never spoke of my worries,
Not my doubts, or my fears
I kept them buried deep inside,
And ignored them all these years..

I don't remember when I started writing,
Only when I did, I wasn't scared
My thoughts no longer caged inside,
And my poetry I shared
Before I took up poetry
I was lonely, confused, and afraid
Poetry helped me find myself,
Brush aside old habits and forget mistakes
And slowly through my writing,
I'm healing every day
Poetry can save lives
Don't believe me but I'm proof of it all the same

he's always been my poison,
I've always known he would **** me
as slowly as any substance abuse
that brought me absolute bliss
he's a vision of petulance and
frustration, of hardships and loss,
and when he speaks I stop to listen
all the while begging for a kiss
of the poison I've been living off of,
for months upon months I was his
and I told myself he was mine but
the truth is he belongs to no one
because it's as simple as this,
poisonous lips don't fall in love

with the wind blowing my hair back
the plain brown,  not much to look at
the straight nose and long legs;  it looks
great on somebody,  anybody else

but not me

with the wind blowing my hair back
it steals the words from my lips,  lifts
them up into the sky;  it's a clear night
and though I'm dead,  I feel alive

he said to the girl,
you're all that i need
just get down on your knees
he said,
pretty, please

I'm cold
But you're heart has grown colder
And I don't want to believe this is over
So I wont
But you don't make it easy for me
I've been trying harder than you know,
But you haven't even took notice to all my effort
Your mind is lost in its own world
Your eyes don't see my crying every time you leave
Your ears don't hear me screaming "I'm trying, God, please!"
But it seems nothing I do is getting through to you
Even though this is everything you said you wanted me to do
I just can't think anymore, not now
I'm going to lay my head down,
Look up at the full moon you take such a delight in
Close my eyes
And pretend everything is okay

Yes,* I want to tell you
                That I can already see
                              Exactly where this is going!
                                         All your promises are broken;
                                                         Not yet, but they *will be..

in the loudest moments my truth whispers
to silence the noise of a voice
that only does me harm

i wish i could do it over
age slower

get a chance to do it all right

tell me -- what is hard, wet, and red all over?

rock me gently into sleep
cradle my heart in your hands while I dream
keep me safe as I lay unaware
be my protector,
it shows you care
I've become so tired that I need rest
take me into your arms,
rock me gently,
you're the best.

I needed an outlet for all these emotions
And the world gave me poetry
It lets me express myself to the best of all my abilities
Which isn't a lot, but this is what I've got
So I'll find a way to work through it,
If it's on my own or with other poets,
I don't know, But I don't have to know yet
Because there's still a lot of my life left
And I have to go live it, else what is life for?
Too many questions, throw on my boots and I'm out the door.

hold my hands
then twist them
kiss my lips
and rip them
hug me close
break my bones
dont tell me no
just make me go

he tells her not to worry
he'll only leave at her command

she loves him in a hurry
afraid he'll leave again

a love that burned with a fury
and just as easily slipped through their hands

he doesnt seem to get it
how every letter cuts too deep
the timestamps tell the story
his heart is on his sleeve
he reaches out in isolation
he fears one day i'll leave
while all the while it is he
pulling further away from me

the girl was impatient so she opened her drawer;
pulled out her old razor to bust the **** on the floor.

My scent
It lingers on your skin
The aroma is one of lust
That you must not let in
Because if you do
Everything about you
Will change
You'll be a slave
To the animal whom's only purpose
Is to love

over all the voices
screaming
at me to get it together
there's yours
telling me to stop
and gently
coxing me into serenity
to take my time
and not feel rushed
but yours
is only one voice
over all the others
and they're screaming

sea shell girl lost in the waves
she went out to play and was missing for days
no one really noticed her where she was laid
a little sea shell crack littered her face

I am a selfish creature,
Deep down in my soul
My heart doesn't care,
It has grown too cold,
And only a few things
Ever catch my attention
You are one of the things
I crave to control

But my desire for you
Destroyed all rational thought,
I know if I linger longer,
I'll end up staying with you, caught
Between my cold familiar
And the new warmth you've offered me
Slowly, you're thawing my heart,
A price that cannot be bought

-

if I had to count the times I held back tears in front of you
for the simplest reasons, I couldn't say
just know that it's too many and that shouldn't be okay
been subtle all this time and it doesn't seem to work
no matter how I try you keep acting like a ****
not knowing if you know yourself
the things you put me through
the fear that it's not enough, what I give to you
always wanting more then I'm willing to give
never wanting to take the time for me instead
selfishly in love with me, that is what you are
no one else is mine, yet you are still only yours
and all this time I thought you could change
should've known to spot my own mistakes
paying the price three years late

In the dead of night
When the lights are out,
And the world is asleep,
It's a wonderful sound.

Hear the softness around you,
The light crackle and pop!
Its finally quiet--
Though one voice doesn't stop.

It leaves a faint echo
That doesn't easily fade.
Instead, grows in its intensity
Little by little each day.

I call him my friend
Born out of the shadows.
Or is he the fiend,
Waiting to devour

My mind, body, and soul?
Hes coming quite close
For in the dead of night,
There are things I still don't know..

They lurk along the darkened walls
Plotting with twisted faces
Longing to reach out and touch me
And leave their cursed places

But oh, my shadow friend,
You greedy little thing!
He lets none close enough
For I to feel them breathe.

And he'll hover so near me,
Right above my lonely bed,
Whispering softly in my ear-
He's getting to my head..

And just when I decide
To give his words a chance,
The sun starts to rise.
I'm free again at last!

Oh, my shadow friend,
You torment my mind why?
Is it of loneliness? Love?
Or are you just waiting for me to die?

Slowly and surely,
I'll wither away
Then and only then,
*I'll finally let you stay

in my time away
i've been thinking
if love is love
why am i sinking
under the weight
of loving him

his oceans are calling me home,
the green grasses no longer it for me

a stranger in a land unknown,
the blue waters are where i was meant to be

poetry comes easy
when i'm at my most queasy
when my heart is still trying to heal

emotions are not friends
they'll turn on you in the end
overwhelm you until you don't know what to feel

mascara running like painted lines down my face
almost like i did it on purpose
almost because i did