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Staci Romero Aug 2016
Often we will hear of the inconceivable happening thousands of miles away
And we think to ourselves "how terrible"
Grieving for a day or two, maybe more if it's closer to our hearts
But the daily drill is still of income and payments and staying afloat
We're all numb
And there is a war out there that isn't civil
There is no boarders just a small slum Or a big city transit
All with ghosts now in their ruins
We live in fear or in blind ignorance
Because it comes up so much in the main media that there is no more room for us to care
We want to care
We sympathize
We forget in a month
Moving on to the next bullet to travel through a minority's chest
And we mock a groups once valiant efforts turned sour by the anger in their minds
One by one another greedy one takes advantage of the pain to use for their campaign
A generation that grew up believing they could be the very best now only believing that they are worth nothing
A time period that will forever be a joke in a few years time
But our struggle is not mein kampf but it is OUR TIME TO BE ALIVE
we are just living
We are
Just living in another time
Time
That will be remembered through figureheads and not the experiences felt
So here is for the tears
Not the water falling from our cheeks but the divide in the culture
Staci Romero Apr 2016
more than just a fork in a road
more like a spreading of clouds

at a distance, they feel as if their lazily drifting from destination to destination
a sudden jolt though, and your with them
soaring high and finding that
they too are going hundreds of miles an hour

their peace, at a distance, was only because you weren't experiencing it as vividly or as up close

i feel this way now
at a distance
because not only am i now in the middle of the clouds, i have journeyed so long with them, i have become one

what i once said "some day" to, i now say "today"
what i once said would never happen, is happening
the surreal feeling of having become one with what was once distant and now distant from what was once me

i cant say i miss most of it
but i do miss my innocence
the freedom is welcomed

but what is what anymore

what is being a cloud, i cannot say
words never to help to clarify
they only confuse more

what is what
what;
(h)wət,(h)wät/
pronoun
1.
asking for information specifying something.
"what is your name?"
2.
the thing or things that (used in specifying something).
"what we need is a commitment"
determiner
1.
asking for information specifying something.
"what time is it?"
2.
(referring to the whole of an amount) whatever.
"he had been robbed of what little money he had"
adverb
1.
to what extent?
"what does it matter?"
2.
used to indicate an estimate or approximation.
"see you, what, about four?"

and yet still, i know nothing...
Staci Romero Oct 2015
Truly this must be it for me
Nearly eighteen years in and I've quit trying so hard to get where I don't want to go
What I really mean is
What happened to the joy of living
The joy of creating
The joy of rest
The joy of simply being in motion

Moving forward
I crave the sensation of satisfaction
Satisfied with the growth of my talents
Yet here we are stuck in the worst time of our lives
Saying it's the best time is truly a lie
For I
I have had enough of this
All these people telling me my best
option
Please
What do you know of my desires
If only you knew how to set fires
In the hearts of those who need it most
When there's a bleeding heart there's the start of a poem
It's horrible at best
I hope you all enjoy it as much as possible
  Sep 2015 Staci Romero
GaryFairy
i have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isn't a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize, i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition
i originally posted this almost two years ago
Staci Romero Sep 2015
I'm not a pebble in your ocean,
I'm not a speck of dust in your universe,

I'm the lava in your mountain,
And without me you're just a canopy of trees,

I make you brilliant, I define power in you.
I make you breathe fire,

I make you speak as though you burn the whole world,

I'm the infinite universe contained in your tiny vessel,

I'll burn you down, scorch you into million constellations,

And incinerate every second of your memories into ashes.

So believe me when I say this,
You can never love me,

You are incapable of loving me.
  Sep 2015 Staci Romero
GaryFairy
i just can't breathe in here, my head is spinning
i believe the stale air is thinning
i get no answers to the questions i'm sending
black magic love spells are trending

i read poems. but never reach the ending
they lead me back to the beginning
i feel so guilty of the time i am spending
black magic love spells are winning

(11-9-12-8 syllable count for both stanzas)
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Staci Romero Sep 2015
I want to mutter a million things,
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
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