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I , I am not only one who live in my room
There’s spider 🕷 webbing -
I can see above my head —
Rat chewing my bed
( karat, karat ,karat )
sewing machine filled with rust
Computer keyboard full of dust
God smiling at me from near the bird nest
Saying me silently, ‘’ What next ? ‘’
Broken door with a hole,I can see sun rays
Stack of books not opened for days
and
I am writing poem covering my body with blanket
Dull from outside, inside there’s spell of rage -
And still thinking to -
Upgrade the room or stay in this rampage!
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
While looking for love
I stumbled, tumbled, tripped and trembled,
Wonder where to find love,
Is it up in hill or hiding down the bills,
Where does love live?
Oh love, it is in you and me,
Love lives in everything, everywhere,
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
Lace my waist
Until I can no longer breathe
My sweet darling
Your fevered skin burns
As sweet as the most sickly candy
And I hold my bones
And you softly, gently,
**** me a little more
Each time that your ***** blue lips
Graze my porcelain skin
And you stop breathing
Just for a while
And the snow drips in my throat
Even then,
I feel nothing.
Your narcotic dove, a hand on her neck
And her soul remains
Empty
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
A place of laughter
A place for smiles
A place where you can be yourself
By being other people
A place to grow up in
A place to be
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
I am creative and boring
I wonder about my family’s past
I hear dead people
I see spring around the corner
I want my dad back
I am creative and boring
I pretend to not care
I feel the sadness of others
I touch the sun
I worry about what the end is like
I cry about life
I am creative and boring
I understand almost nothing
I say that Christ is real
I dream about what life could be like if he were here
I try to do my best
I hope everything will work out
I am creative and boring
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Soon we can meet
Soon we can be together
Soon he will care
Soon-ic
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Soon we can meet
Soon we can be together
Soon he will care
Soon-ic
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
I have looked up to the night sky
wondering, what is up there?
Maybe Sonic is just chilling up there
I hope so...
Sonic, my love!
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Man oh man
Sonic is collecting those rings
Wait!
There's Eggman!
He's going to steal all your rings!
Run!
Faster!
Sonic, escape him!
There he goes
Good job, Sonic
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
All my life I have wanted to be him
the one who was there
the one who can go fast
so fast
it was him
only him
Sonic
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
Gentle summer breeze riding the sky
The playful sun rising and shining in my eye
Clouds dampening the harshness of the summer sunlight
Sitting in the meadow watching seconds go by
Here in this state, in this now, in this time
We have no need to think about the world we have left by
Forget that life and all its unnecessary complexities, paradoxes and restless tides
Here is what matters
Where everything is as it is, no one has two faces nothing has two sides
Everything is laid out bare for everyone’s eyes
Here is where I belong
Because here I have found peace, but on the inside
They call this the great outdoors maybe great because this is where we were meant to be
For here I feel more at home than I have ever been
And in this vast openness I can actually hear the voice of my soul speak and sing to me
So maybe this is how things were supposed to go
And maybe just maybe we were meant to live outdoors
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
You’re treading water, tantalizing your audience as they watch you sink deeper and deeper into the ocean. They want you to fail as your vision blurs and your limbs shrivel with exhaustion. You watch their pale faces with painted on smiles and take one last breath as you plunge into oblivion.
But I don’t want you to go like that.
I want to give you iridescent pearls so that when you take your last breath you feel beautiful and hold that breath in your heart until your posture becomes so confident that you finally know your worth. I want you to believe that a white washed world isn't a “right” one but instead one that has become accepted by the same society that told you 245 years ago that you were property and your purpose in life was to serve those without melanin in their skin but steel in their hearts. And the only difference between being branded by your slave owner is that now you pay $250 for that brand new pair of Jordans and participate in a sport where your leaders more often than not refuse to respect you as an individual but instead as a number followed by a k that can make them rich and you in pain.
But you will succeed and no one will ever pierce your ebony skin because I promise you, I promise you that you are a speck of galaxy in world of pure Crayola. You are brown, intelligent, and tall in a generation of ignorance of the fact that Michael Jackson wasn't trying to communicate to a certain race but instead a feeling but we associate everything with race. When I am emotional I tend to not make sense but the thing is that YOU make sense so hold the microphone and speak to the world and one day instead of Martin Luther King being a memorial it will just be. To be.
The only thing that scares me is that your night terrors tend to take place in front of mirrors where I cant protect you from shards of glass breaking your skin and tearing your self esteem apart. And when you walk on graduation day and a white male hands you your diploma say thank you with your mouth and I made it with your eyes and then turn to your mom and hug her because in two years as you walk down the street in a dress suit and nice shoes instead of Jordans you realize that most of communication between the white male is non-verbal and all he's saying is, “get out” “you do NOT belong”. They think it’s appropriate to act this way because the howl of your skin breeds intimidation and it is sadly accepted to just shoot
— you
not that it matters anyway
in this moment I want you to remember when you were seven years old and you rubbed white lotion into your knees thinking it would make your skin lighter your life lighter your problem lighter. It didn’t. Hold your head high for that seven year old now 27 year old brown child.
And one day you will be happy because you are happy when you are loved. So many in this world neglect you but love your culture. Each year you complain about your routine becoming routine but go ahead and cry about your life because I know the zest in your tears reminds you of your Grandfathers cologne. And I want you to start over, say hello to yourself. Take a step back and bask in your beauty because that is you and you are close to perfect. You can be magic.
Touch the heart of the world and make it smile. Marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing and don’t let the monsters in your head ruin your dreams. And the people who don’t want you to succeed you need to destroy them in the most beautiful way possible. And when you leave them for something greater they will finally understand why storms are named after people.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
2 am is the hardest
when your mind is racing
your heart is hurting
and
your fingertips are longing
for one more
touch,
grab,
feel,
hold.
so you convince yourself
that your hands are his
and you try to make yourself
feel how he
made you feel
but somehow, you
keep coming up short
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
i dont think you understand
there a demonic side to me
he lurks beneath the surface
just waiting to break free
i no longer trust myself
in making these decisions
these illusions call me out
shot me down with precision
and they're a perfect marksmen
shots only made by the best
and i'm hiding within myself
afraid of all the rest
tho this should make no sense
these shadows are my own
the perfect marksmen are false
images my mind has grown
yet here they stand
and somehow so real
seeing them spun me around
i dont know what to feel
i keep telling myself
everyone has this pain
but im faking this smile
and its really starting to wane
i force it till its back
thankful for all this
strength made from pain
hiding in the darkness
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
You must be the coolest kid in school,
A common sense level of 102 out of 100,
Clearly you know it’s not their fault for clustering words together like peanut butter is stuck in the back of their throats.
Your parents must find you the nicest kid in the world, as long as you are the only person they know.
If you treat them like a 5 year old,
They might still watch spongebob,
But not because it’s the greatest show on T.V. history,
But because they want to bring back their childhood before they got picked on.
Getting picked on for having a brain that works like a factory without an assembly line.
For caring more about everyone around them to feel like their normal,
when in reality,
No one is normal.
You make them fill up water bottles for star players but if you look deeper in the lineup,
they’re the real MVP’s
I know you cant stand going social Suicide for a day by sitting with them even though, they would give you a ribcage and a Heart beat if your chest ever gets attacked by emotion..
If god did create this world he obviously had some kind of disorder,
why else would he randomly choose the colors Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, And purple to create a rainbow. Because he wanted to show people with disorders have beauty on the inside too..
If some dreams actually do come true, I hope the Nightmare I had the other night about everyone going back to their normal lives and not being affected by this is, just my imagination going crazy.
We should all be able to look in the mirror and not pity ourselves for how we look or act or even how our mind functions because there is a never ending chain of someone having it worse, you just need to get the telescope out and find it, like a twinkling star that shines the brightest in all others hearts.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Tirelessly waiting for you to come home;
My darling, here I am once again checking my watch to see what time it is and the **** has yet to turn.
I promised you that I would wait for you no matter how long you decided to roam, but here I am another night waiting and that promise doesn't seem too feasible at the moment.
I can not make you love me,
I can not make you love me.
Just as I am telling myself this is the last night waiting,
the **** turns; in you walk like all of those months never happened.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I remember when your favorite thing was love me.
I remember when you couldn't wait to hold me.
I know this life gets crazy,
and I know our love's a little hazy,
but when you're feeling lonely,
you know you can always call me,
and I'll be here waiting in the same spot you left me in saying,
"It's alright if you stay forever with me.
and it's alright if you're waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet
But if you know, if you know
that what we have is real;
then it's alright if you love me tonight.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
because we
haven't
touched
in
months
but I can
still feel
your kiss
on
my lips
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
In the dark
There are demons and creatures
Staring right at you while you're sleeping
Don't open your eyes cause they whispered "no peeking"
Scared to death cause they know what you're thinking.
Hold your breath they say till there is no more.
Death is waiting for you,
You'll be reborn
Stay away from the dark
The creatures are waiting
Don't look now they're here
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
I'll be a good mom
With 1 little boy
Cherish and love him
And fill him with joy
I'll be a good loving wife
And make my husband happy
And one day me and him will be a good grandma and pappy.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
The bruises on my body could never compare to the pain in my eyes and my heart may never be fixed like I wished it was and this depression may last a lifetime. But, if I lean on my God, maybe a little bit of Jesus' blood could fall through the cracks of my broken heart and make it whole again.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
I love you like a drunk call at 4am on a Saturday night saying I miss you, come back
Psychotically, I love you past pain and broken promises and "I hate yous" and "don't talk to mes"
Even after you decide you are done with me, I will love you.
I will love you until my bones become weak.
I will love at your darkest.
And I will love you until you see the light shining from you;
The light that shines so bright I am constantly blinded by the suffering your love causes.
But I have found a home within your heart and my car is still parked in the driveway.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC