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  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
Lexie
Take a white woman and cover her in red paint
Take a black woman and do the same
Now you can't tell the color of their skin
You can only judge from what is within

We are taught from a young age
To hate what is different from us
Now it's your choice to be peaceful
It's not the paint that is deceitful

But we are the same kind of people
If you look in my inner reflection
It's not about thick thighs and pigmentations
It's about every heart in all of the nations

Who would you take a slug for
Who do you wish death upon
Don't waste your bad words
On the ears of that's all that they've heard

Speak life into strangers daily
I don't know you or owe you
But I can still call you my friend
And we will fight together until the end

We all bleed red paint
We all die sinners and saints
Don't label me something I ain't
This heart, is not for the faint

So bless my skin
An all that is within
From the tips of my toes to
Every part the good Lord to knows

You judge me if you like
I won't reflect on it
I have cracks in my skin
And all the paint seeps in

And so it fills me up
With all the love and the pain
Of those who bleed out in vain
Because fools speak words that sound insane

Different shades of acceptance
So judgmental in their minds
Because they fear what is different
It's not your fault they on ignorance

So color me blue
And let the sky watch
Because we have bigger problems
Than who's white and who's not
A poem about skin color, and how foolish it is to treat someone based on something that they have no control over. Speak love.
  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
Thomas
It's 2 a.m.here in Calgary,
I'm sitting on my bed thinking,
I have an English quiz today,
I studied for it,
But of course my anxiety has to come along,
I'm thinking of all the possible outcomes and future of either passing or failing the test,
The numbers so far 5:129
(No don't worry the 129 is the failure side, I told you so that you don't have to ask which ones which),
It's 2 a.m. and I have come up with 134 possible outcomes of this test and my parents make me take sleeping pills that I dump in the toilet,
I drink a lot of coffee and energy drinks,
But I'm still thinking tossing and turning physically and mentally,
Then you wonder why do you have to continue this way,
Then this depression thing comes in and makes my anxiety worse,
Causing a melt down.

It's 2:01 a.m.
It's a poem
  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
Bluebird
He left the trail of kisses
down my neck and spine,
this was his farewell,
our last goodbye.

As he said "see you",
i said "come around",
but we both knew the feeling,
of  beeing  lost  and  found .
Days will pass, years will fly by, decades will follow suit. Tonight you'll look at the sky and realise that throughout all this time it hasn't changed. That under that same sky you've cried, laughed, loved, and lost. It's the same sky that you've fallen in love under, is the same sky that you've been broken under. And one day far away from today you'll look at the same sky and remember all you've lost, all you've gained, and all you've learned. That every star mapped across the sky is a memory. Like the scars mapped across your body. From learning to love freely to sharing that love. From conquering fears to all those tears. You'll remember all those who hurt, deceived, fractured, scarred and tormented you. And those who showed you once more what love is. And all those make memories. Every star is a reason why you are who you are today. Every insecurity, flinch, nightmare, and hesitation; every laugh, habit, dream, and lesson learned. But one night, you'll find that you've found that someone makes all those stars dim. Who has their own wounds but still chooses to heal yours. And that's how you know you've completed your sky. That's how you know you've found the best part of the night. Your moon.
I've lived a lot, and learned a lot. I've felt like giving up so many times but now finally I see the reason of what life's all about. I found my meaning...my love.
092516

God's love for us is not a love
That exempts us from trials,
But rather a love
That always sees us through trials.

In prosperity, God tests our gratitude;
In poverty our contentment;
In despair our hope;
In darkness our light thru FAITH;
and at all times our obedience to God.

God made all things beautiful in His time!
  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
Joseph Floreta
Dahil ginusto **** igawa kita ng tula,
Tulad ng nararamdaman ko,
Igagawa kita ng tulang nananaghoy,
Tulad ng pag tangis ko sa gabi,
Igagawa kita ng tula,
Tulad ng mga rosas na pinitas ko sa hardin,
dahil wala akong mapag-alayan,
Bukod sa puso kong namatay na,
Igagawa kita ng tula na nahahapis,
Tulad ng pag daloy ng ulan saking mukha,
Dahil hindi mo hinayaang mahalin kita,
Ni hindi mo binigyan ng tsansa,
Kaya igagawa kita ng tulang banayad,
Banayad tulad ng nabasag na salamin,
Igagawa kita ng tula,
Tulad ng nag iisang bituwin na tinatabingan ng ulap... paalam na..
#Tropang Sawi
  Sep 2016 Tammy M Darby
AD Snail
Depression eats at my heart,
And makes me feel hollow inside.

There is no hope my dears,
I can no longer see this light witch you speak of.

I'll let the darkness eat the very core of my soul.

I am covered in the very venom that took everything I believed in,
Bathing in it,
Drowning in it while I try to breath and keep my hope bright as the stars in the midnight sky.

These dark thoughts have taken my pride and honesty,
I am a liar and a coward now with a great sadness flowing over me.

Kiss me goodbye my dears because I am now one of depressions children.

Depression it has shut out the light,
Making me lose the battle I have fought for so long.
Oh, depression it does horrible things to thee.
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