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i’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, skipped breakfast and lunch, days that fade slowly and end with ****** cut-out holes in eyelids because the second i close them and it all goes black, every moment with you comes back played on fast-forward, the memories moving so quickly that both our faces are blurred and it feels like everything i’ve ever felt for you is overflowing the tub, filling the washroom with suds that take forever to melt i’ve given up on those days. i’ve traded them for ones that begin with sunrises instead of sunsets, days that are spent falling forward instead of trying to chase the past, and i don’t look back and see something broken, or something that was better off left unopened i look back and see our bodies so close together that you can’t tell where yours begins and mine ends, i see my heart that grew twenty-three times its size, i see you and me wrapped up in something that i didn’t know existed outside of blurry 35 mm and overdue and falling-apart library books that sit on the nightstands of middle-aged women who are bored with their lives and i’m just so happy i got to love you at all. but i’ve folded up all the days spent with you and taped them in the messy pages of my journal and now i’m running into the sun, running away from every lie that’s trying to wedge its way in between my ribs, running in the opposite direction of words like "regret" and any feeling that insists that none of it was worth it because all of it was worth it. every moment we were together pumps through my veins, and it will always be there; it will be there when we’ve both graduated, when you move out west, when you kiss your family goodnight, when you sit in your backyard with tears in your eyes because you’ve lived a life you are proud of it will be there when i finally make it to new york city, when i kiss someone who isn’t you, when i find the answers you inspired me to search for, when i sit on my rooftop with tears on my cheeks because i’ve lived a life fuller than i could’ve ever imagined and you and i will live these lives apart, we’ll move on and forget what it felt like to wake up beside one another; we’ll find what we’re looking for elsewhere and we’ll understand why this all had to happen the way that it did but what we had will always exist somewhere, in rotting apples and old mail and unplayed mix CDs, in mosaics that line the city streets, in sirens and red and white flashing lights that shine through your window while you are asleep you and i were magic, we always will be.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
madisen
atoms
i’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, skipped breakfast and lunch, days that fade slowly and end with ****** cut-out holes in eyelids because the second i close them and it all goes black, every moment with you comes back played on fast-forward, the memories moving so quickly that both our faces are blurred and it feels like everything i’ve ever felt for you is overflowing the tub, filling the washroom with suds that take forever to melt i’ve given up on those days. i’ve traded them for ones that begin with sunrises instead of sunsets, days that are spent falling forward instead of trying to chase the past, and i don’t look back and see something broken, or something that was better off left unopened i look back and see our bodies so close together that you can’t tell where yours begins and mine ends, i see my heart that grew twenty-three times its size, i see you and me wrapped up in something that i didn’t know existed outside of blurry 35 mm and overdue and falling-apart library books that sit on the nightstands of middle-aged women who are bored with their lives and i’m just so happy i got to love you at all. but i’ve folded up all the days spent with you and taped them in the messy pages of my journal and now i’m running into the sun, running away from every lie that’s trying to wedge its way in between my ribs, running in the opposite direction of words like "regret" and any feeling that insists that none of it was worth it because all of it was worth it. every moment we were together pumps through my veins, and it will always be there; it will be there when we’ve both graduated, when you move out west, when you kiss your family goodnight, when you sit in your backyard with tears in your eyes because you’ve lived a life you are proud of it will be there when i finally make it to new york city, when i kiss someone who isn’t you, when i find the answers you inspired me to search for, when i sit on my rooftop with tears on my cheeks because i’ve lived a life fuller than i could’ve ever imagined and you and i will live these lives apart, we’ll move on and forget what it felt like to wake up beside one another; we’ll find what we’re looking for elsewhere and we’ll understand why this all had to happen the way that it did but what we had will always exist somewhere, in rotting apples and old mail and unplayed mix CDs, in mosaics that line the city streets, in sirens and red and white flashing lights that shine through your window while you are asleep you and i were magic, we always will be.
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"Don't bother going to school, your not smart enough." "No one will ever love you, your not thin." "You will not get respect, your not worthy." "Your to young to know anything." "All you need to do is live your life the way we tell you to." Every word out of their mouths Is meant to crush My mind My soul To enslave Me They hide Behind their religion Judging everyone Especially their own kin Using prayer as a threat   God as a weapon For their own ****** up agendas   Why can't I tell them I think they are full of **** Tell them where they can shove All the ******** coming from their lips They don't care about me They use their supposed love As a method for Control Finally I have found my own weapon Against their brand of evil I went to school, Worked hard, Worked even harder for good grades, Graduated High School College graduate Found a great man I am going to live the rest of my life with I have NOT given up God but   I will not fear him For he is My best friend My protector As for my greatest weapon It is my Brain
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
breanna-smith
My Weapon
"Don't bother going to school, your not smart enough." "No one will ever love you, your not thin." "You will not get respect, your not worthy." "Your to young to know anything." "All you need to do is live your life the way we tell you to." Every word out of their mouths Is meant to crush My mind My soul To enslave Me They hide Behind their religion Judging everyone Especially their own kin Using prayer as a threat   God as a weapon For their own ****** up agendas   Why can't I tell them I think they are full of **** Tell them where they can shove All the ******** coming from their lips They don't care about me They use their supposed love As a method for Control Finally I have found my own weapon Against their brand of evil I went to school, Worked hard, Worked even harder for good grades, Graduated High School College graduate Found a great man I am going to live the rest of my life with I have NOT given up God but   I will not fear him For he is My best friend My protector As for my greatest weapon It is my Brain
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My 2 Cents “the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.” Let me start by mentioning that I don’t usually get involved with political matters, but in this case, I’d say it’s more of a basic human rights matter. I’m a man, and I’m a feminist. I was lucky enough to grow up in a home with three women; my mother and two older sisters. Growing up with them gave me an enormous amount of respect for women, (even though I may have lost a certain amount of socially expected masculinity along the way), and their current lives continue to increase my respect for the opposite gender. My oldest sister is leaving to study abroad at Oxford in less than a week to major in philosophy. Philosophy. She also graduated high school with a 4.0 and was involved in power lifting competitions and is enlisted in ROTC. Simply put, she’s an animal. She’s worked hard her entire life and I’d hate to see a world that put that hard work to waste. My other sister is working three jobs to pay her way through college and is planning to major in psychology. I’m always envious of her work ethic and level of commitment to not only her education, but to her friends and family as well. My mother has been my backbone since I was a child. She was always the one I turned to in times of trouble, and continues to be. She works hard everyday, while going through mentally straining marriage problems, and comes home and still asks me about my day. She has given me nothing but unconditional love for my entire existence. For these reasons, it boggles my mind why anyone would ever be anti-feminism. I am genuinely confused as to why, because their bodies are different, women get less privileges, respect, opportunities, and even money. I just don’t get it. I am also disgusted that women are seen by most men as walking ****** organs. l will admit genuine guilt to using the number scale to “rate” women. It’s something I grew up with, but now it sickens me. Assigning a number to a woman based on your misguided views on how she should look, whether you would **** her, is something I find repulsive. There’s nothing wrong with admiring the opposite *** but no one gives a **** about your stupid opinion, especially the woman. I hope someday if I ever have a daughter that she will have the privilege of living in a country of gender equality, tolerance, and open-mindedness. Anyway, I just wanted to put my two cents in. I am a man. I am a feminist. Peace.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
nemonobody
My Two Cents
My 2 Cents “the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.” Let me start by mentioning that I don’t usually get involved with political matters, but in this case, I’d say it’s more of a basic human rights matter. I’m a man, and I’m a feminist. I was lucky enough to grow up in a home with three women; my mother and two older sisters. Growing up with them gave me an enormous amount of respect for women, (even though I may have lost a certain amount of socially expected masculinity along the way), and their current lives continue to increase my respect for the opposite gender. My oldest sister is leaving to study abroad at Oxford in less than a week to major in philosophy. Philosophy. She also graduated high school with a 4.0 and was involved in power lifting competitions and is enlisted in ROTC. Simply put, she’s an animal. She’s worked hard her entire life and I’d hate to see a world that put that hard work to waste. My other sister is working three jobs to pay her way through college and is planning to major in psychology. I’m always envious of her work ethic and level of commitment to not only her education, but to her friends and family as well. My mother has been my backbone since I was a child. She was always the one I turned to in times of trouble, and continues to be. She works hard everyday, while going through mentally straining marriage problems, and comes home and still asks me about my day. She has given me nothing but unconditional love for my entire existence. For these reasons, it boggles my mind why anyone would ever be anti-feminism. I am genuinely confused as to why, because their bodies are different, women get less privileges, respect, opportunities, and even money. I just don’t get it. I am also disgusted that women are seen by most men as walking ****** organs. l will admit genuine guilt to using the number scale to “rate” women. It’s something I grew up with, but now it sickens me. Assigning a number to a woman based on your misguided views on how she should look, whether you would **** her, is something I find repulsive. There’s nothing wrong with admiring the opposite *** but no one gives a **** about your stupid opinion, especially the woman. I hope someday if I ever have a daughter that she will have the privilege of living in a country of gender equality, tolerance, and open-mindedness. Anyway, I just wanted to put my two cents in. I am a man. I am a feminist. Peace.
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in high school despite the last bit of it being spent as overweight and with major lack of confidence i found myself indifferent to everything. maybe it was because of the depression and the abuse or it was everything combined but i wasn't excited or upset about graduating. i didn't have anything to look forward to, the life i imagined for myself after high school was a coffin and i couldn't see anything past that. sometimes i found myself thinking that if i failed my senior year i could stay another year and maybe that would mean another year for me to live before i met the end. mostly, in those last few months i found myself growing fonder of the people that spent their time teaching me the things they knew and i had begun to entertain the idea of becoming a teacher since i thought that i would get nowhere with art or writing. after i graduated and realized i wanted to live after all i spent little to no time looking into becoming a high school teacher it all seems too much of everything too much money, too much time not having enough time that's the thing holding me back my excuses that keep me stuck and flailing around wallowing in self-pity in the pig sty of my room. maybe if i took a leap took a chance, grew a metaphorical pair of ***** (or just got a shot of testosterone) i would man up and do the **** that it takes to get where i want to be.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
macachist
dreams
in high school despite the last bit of it being spent as overweight and with major lack of confidence i found myself indifferent to everything. maybe it was because of the depression and the abuse or it was everything combined but i wasn't excited or upset about graduating. i didn't have anything to look forward to, the life i imagined for myself after high school was a coffin and i couldn't see anything past that. sometimes i found myself thinking that if i failed my senior year i could stay another year and maybe that would mean another year for me to live before i met the end. mostly, in those last few months i found myself growing fonder of the people that spent their time teaching me the things they knew and i had begun to entertain the idea of becoming a teacher since i thought that i would get nowhere with art or writing. after i graduated and realized i wanted to live after all i spent little to no time looking into becoming a high school teacher it all seems too much of everything too much money, too much time not having enough time that's the thing holding me back my excuses that keep me stuck and flailing around wallowing in self-pity in the pig sty of my room. maybe if i took a leap took a chance, grew a metaphorical pair of ***** (or just got a shot of testosterone) i would man up and do the **** that it takes to get where i want to be.
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Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. When he was young Mom and Dad would come too, but each Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. Sometimes on Saturdays or Tuesdays they would go, but Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. Sometimes through the rain, sometimes through the snow, sometimes through the fog, and especially through the sunshine, each Sunday, Jim would walk in the park. When Jim was 12, his parents allowed Jim to adopt a puppy from the Animal Shelter. Jim named named the Puppy Al. Each Sunday, Jim and Al would walk in the Park Soon after Jim's parents stopped walking in the park because Jim felt he was too old to walk with Mom and Dad . Each Sunday, Jim and Al would walk in the Park and Jim would think about his Mom and Dad and carry them in his heart Jim and Al got older and went off to College in Boston. Each Sunday Jim and Al would walk in the Park. One Sunday Jim met Sara in the Park, from then on each Sunday, Jim, Al, Sara and Sara's dog Charlotte would walk in the Park. Soon Jim and Sara graduated from College and found jobs and each Sunday, Jim Al, Sara, and Charlotte would walk in the Park. Soon Jim and Sara had a baby girl they named Emily, and each Sunday, Jim, Al, Sara, Emily and Charlotte would walk in the Park. But one year as Al got older he was unable to make the walk any more and soon he passed away. But each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily and Charlotte would walk in the park and carry the memories of Al and Mom and Dad in their hearts. And soon, Jim and Sara had another child that they named Bob. Each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily, Charlotte and of course Bob would walk in the Park And because dogs don't live as long as humans Charlotte too got older and and soon she too passed away. But each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily and Bob would walk in the park and carry the memories of Al, Charlotte Mom and Dad with them in their hearts.And the years passed, Emily and Bob got older, but each Sunday, Jim and Sara and sometimes Emily and Bob would walk in the park. Then Emily left and went to College and soon after Bob did too, but each Sunday, Jim and Sara would walk in the park and talk of Bob and Emily and sometimes of Al and Charlotte and Jim's parents and Sara's parents." Then Sara passed, Cancer, inoperable stage four, Still Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park and think about Sara and Bob and Emily and and Al and Charlotte, some Sunday's Jim would get a little tear, other Sunday's a little smile as he remembered the good times and the bad. Copyright 2010 Michael Lee Williams.
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Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
tag-williams
Sunday Jim
Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. When he was young Mom and Dad would come too, but each Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. Sometimes on Saturdays or Tuesdays they would go, but Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park. Sometimes through the rain, sometimes through the snow, sometimes through the fog, and especially through the sunshine, each Sunday, Jim would walk in the park. When Jim was 12, his parents allowed Jim to adopt a puppy from the Animal Shelter. Jim named named the Puppy Al. Each Sunday, Jim and Al would walk in the Park Soon after Jim's parents stopped walking in the park because Jim felt he was too old to walk with Mom and Dad . Each Sunday, Jim and Al would walk in the Park and Jim would think about his Mom and Dad and carry them in his heart Jim and Al got older and went off to College in Boston. Each Sunday Jim and Al would walk in the Park. One Sunday Jim met Sara in the Park, from then on each Sunday, Jim, Al, Sara and Sara's dog Charlotte would walk in the Park. Soon Jim and Sara graduated from College and found jobs and each Sunday, Jim Al, Sara, and Charlotte would walk in the Park. Soon Jim and Sara had a baby girl they named Emily, and each Sunday, Jim, Al, Sara, Emily and Charlotte would walk in the Park. But one year as Al got older he was unable to make the walk any more and soon he passed away. But each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily and Charlotte would walk in the park and carry the memories of Al and Mom and Dad in their hearts. And soon, Jim and Sara had another child that they named Bob. Each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily, Charlotte and of course Bob would walk in the Park And because dogs don't live as long as humans Charlotte too got older and and soon she too passed away. But each Sunday, Jim, Sara, Emily and Bob would walk in the park and carry the memories of Al, Charlotte Mom and Dad with them in their hearts.And the years passed, Emily and Bob got older, but each Sunday, Jim and Sara and sometimes Emily and Bob would walk in the park. Then Emily left and went to College and soon after Bob did too, but each Sunday, Jim and Sara would walk in the park and talk of Bob and Emily and sometimes of Al and Charlotte and Jim's parents and Sara's parents." Then Sara passed, Cancer, inoperable stage four, Still Sunday, Jim would walk in the Park and think about Sara and Bob and Emily and and Al and Charlotte, some Sunday's Jim would get a little tear, other Sunday's a little smile as he remembered the good times and the bad. Copyright 2010 Michael Lee Williams.
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Night is for the hours Cowards, Let a man of God speak or night Will continue to burn flowers It's been said napkins are the greatest currency For it holds the food spittle of man Like how ambulances sit waiting To clean up after misfortunes And make fortunes for the fortun- Who Ate paragraphs of spider webs And patted weaves like black men seating at the back of the limited luxurious Q46 bus nodding heads to the noise of Toyota cameras they couldn't afford in the land where they spend $300 million to part the seas for summer entertainment While they only spent $40 on California cuteness and walked on water with 13 Jesus' and ate at the bottom of the sea with only three tokes from the plastic bag Let a man of God speak or night Will continue to burn flowers For we graduated from 30 hot nights of mathematics Only to find that the future will always be white and in the *******
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
ugochukwu-charles-onyewuchi
Breakfast for a 31st century genius
Night is for the hours Cowards, Let a man of God speak or night Will continue to burn flowers It's been said napkins are the greatest currency For it holds the food spittle of man Like how ambulances sit waiting To clean up after misfortunes And make fortunes for the fortun- Who Ate paragraphs of spider webs And patted weaves like black men seating at the back of the limited luxurious Q46 bus nodding heads to the noise of Toyota cameras they couldn't afford in the land where they spend $300 million to part the seas for summer entertainment While they only spent $40 on California cuteness and walked on water with 13 Jesus' and ate at the bottom of the sea with only three tokes from the plastic bag Let a man of God speak or night Will continue to burn flowers For we graduated from 30 hot nights of mathematics Only to find that the future will always be white and in the *******
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After I graduated, I thought about two things, I’m certified, I am now apart of “the people”, (And) All I have to do is make a choice and I’ll find success, Gave it my best, “no test?”; I had to teach, No stress, I had to be, The O next to the V, The ego; “which is me” (Wait) V+V=4, it’s a six thing; you know love without the zeas, But with the zeal; well; Overcoming Variables was never a test, -Or a problem; I speak geometry, I took 2D, made it 3D, and that was simultaneously; how could I not be the best… (What is a, reiteration?) Two lovers, Zodiac signs, Balanced is equivalent to love, Be here, focus on now, Now look up the meaning of dove… If you think linear, you saw the O next to the V, If you think like me, you saw the six steps in between, I had to put my ego beside me or else I couldn’t teach, That only happened because I met a woman who was a reflection of me, It literally was a zodiac thing, that type of thing sparked protection with/in me; There’s no uncertainty in my reality; I’m certainly certain, I don’t see nature Changing, I see people Loopin, “Why” the (people) Shooting; Their mind: This isn’t Workin; Knowing for a fact; the solution occurs during the attempt; in working, (Cliff Swallow); People Symbolism; Outcome, United is; if chirping… Well… I’m just saying (it) worked, Because I no longer have belief; I’m a knower, I mastered Mind, no need to grow up, Please don’t say –“show us the-”-because the waves not for us, If for is four, I’m removing it; not us; Notice; Not Only That, Us… It’s time to meditate, Breathe and wait; Losing all my words; like I had no say, I’ve been a wave cause I flow with waaaves, Change is who I am… I’ll reiterate; By 7th grade, I was late, Happiness was mad; I had to elevate, When I graduate (-ed), Thought: “I couldn’t make “it”” Happiness was sad; that’s why I elevated, Didn’t have a voice; that’s why I hesitated, Now I have no voice because I -
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Dondaycee
But if I never Made it;
After I graduated, I thought about two things, I’m certified, I am now apart of “the people”, (And) All I have to do is make a choice and I’ll find success, Gave it my best, “no test?”; I had to teach, No stress, I had to be, The O next to the V, The ego; “which is me” (Wait) V+V=4, it’s a six thing; you know love without the zeas, But with the zeal; well; Overcoming Variables was never a test, -Or a problem; I speak geometry, I took 2D, made it 3D, and that was simultaneously; how could I not be the best… (What is a, reiteration?) Two lovers, Zodiac signs, Balanced is equivalent to love, Be here, focus on now, Now look up the meaning of dove… If you think linear, you saw the O next to the V, If you think like me, you saw the six steps in between, I had to put my ego beside me or else I couldn’t teach, That only happened because I met a woman who was a reflection of me, It literally was a zodiac thing, that type of thing sparked protection with/in me; There’s no uncertainty in my reality; I’m certainly certain, I don’t see nature Changing, I see people Loopin, “Why” the (people) Shooting; Their mind: This isn’t Workin; Knowing for a fact; the solution occurs during the attempt; in working, (Cliff Swallow); People Symbolism; Outcome, United is; if chirping… Well… I’m just saying (it) worked, Because I no longer have belief; I’m a knower, I mastered Mind, no need to grow up, Please don’t say –“show us the-”-because the waves not for us, If for is four, I’m removing it; not us; Notice; Not Only That, Us… It’s time to meditate, Breathe and wait; Losing all my words; like I had no say, I’ve been a wave cause I flow with waaaves, Change is who I am… I’ll reiterate; By 7th grade, I was late, Happiness was mad; I had to elevate, When I graduate (-ed), Thought: “I couldn’t make “it”” Happiness was sad; that’s why I elevated, Didn’t have a voice; that’s why I hesitated, Now I have no voice because I -
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I stepped into your shoes today and I felt devestation a death in the family took you by surprise now you're contemplating suicide again I stepped into your shoes today and I felt so proud you graduated High School you're screaming in your victory voice so loud I stepped into your shoes today and your heart is breaking your boyfriend just broke up with you you're throwing everything away that’s no longer worth saving I stepped into your shoes today and I felt guilty you cut after almost a year now you're feeling ugly I stepped into your shoes today and I felt depressed you're getting ready to **** yourself because you feel so helpless I stepped into your shoes today and I felt scared you're about to have your first baby and the father isn’t there I stepped into your shoes today and I got a really bad tummy ache you have Cancer and you're dying there’s not much more your body can take I stepped into your shoes today and I started to cry your husband was called into war this could be your final goodbye I stepped into your shoes today and I felt nervous you're leaving for college in two days and you can’t seem to find your courage I stepped into your shoes today and I felt lost you're five years old, you lost your Mom and it’s almost getting dark I stepped into your shoes today and I felt overjoyed you won an award for your writing you are filled with so much pride I stepped into your shoes today and I felt peace you lived your life, you reached your dreams you're as ready for death as you will ever be I stepped into your shoes today and I felt in love you just married the love of your life in front of your family, friends and God I stepped back into my own shoes today and I felt grateful I realized I’m not the only one on earth with problems and I’m thankful for all that I have
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
mandie-sanders
I Stepped Into Your Shoes Today
I stepped into your shoes today and I felt devestation a death in the family took you by surprise now you're contemplating suicide again I stepped into your shoes today and I felt so proud you graduated High School you're screaming in your victory voice so loud I stepped into your shoes today and your heart is breaking your boyfriend just broke up with you you're throwing everything away that’s no longer worth saving I stepped into your shoes today and I felt guilty you cut after almost a year now you're feeling ugly I stepped into your shoes today and I felt depressed you're getting ready to **** yourself because you feel so helpless I stepped into your shoes today and I felt scared you're about to have your first baby and the father isn’t there I stepped into your shoes today and I got a really bad tummy ache you have Cancer and you're dying there’s not much more your body can take I stepped into your shoes today and I started to cry your husband was called into war this could be your final goodbye I stepped into your shoes today and I felt nervous you're leaving for college in two days and you can’t seem to find your courage I stepped into your shoes today and I felt lost you're five years old, you lost your Mom and it’s almost getting dark I stepped into your shoes today and I felt overjoyed you won an award for your writing you are filled with so much pride I stepped into your shoes today and I felt peace you lived your life, you reached your dreams you're as ready for death as you will ever be I stepped into your shoes today and I felt in love you just married the love of your life in front of your family, friends and God I stepped back into my own shoes today and I felt grateful I realized I’m not the only one on earth with problems and I’m thankful for all that I have
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There once was a boy who was lost to a frat He loved his Sperry’s and his backwards hat, He used to like sports and women you see, He used to be normal, if you ask me. Now all he did was hang with his bros, He was constantly loud and put on a show, His stomach got bigger from all the beer, His ego got bigger—for no reason that’s clear. He walked around campus in only pastels, And spent time in the gym, lifting barbells. His weekends were filled with ******* and ***** Class didn’t matter, he needed to snooze. He needed his bros to feel like he belonged, He loved his new family and thought others wrong, When he graduated, he came to see, There's no place for bros in society. He said, “This isn’t right! How can this be?!” The young man then whispered, “The problem is me.”
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
megan-marie
Frat Poem
There once was a boy who was lost to a frat He loved his Sperry’s and his backwards hat, He used to like sports and women you see, He used to be normal, if you ask me. Now all he did was hang with his bros, He was constantly loud and put on a show, His stomach got bigger from all the beer, His ego got bigger—for no reason that’s clear. He walked around campus in only pastels, And spent time in the gym, lifting barbells. His weekends were filled with ******* and ***** Class didn’t matter, he needed to snooze. He needed his bros to feel like he belonged, He loved his new family and thought others wrong, When he graduated, he came to see, There's no place for bros in society. He said, “This isn’t right! How can this be?!” The young man then whispered, “The problem is me.”
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I lay a girl to rest in the flowers. She sleeps softly in her meadow bed. I stand by, Woman, strong. I love her with all my heart But I am glad I am not her. Not anymore. A snake slithers through the grass His name is Death And I am, at last, afraid of him. When he strikes at my heel, I crush his head. All my force aided by The blankets of comfort I wear around my shoulders- Collected from my Dear Ones And from the One above. Suicidality fades, Suplexed by love. I loved myself with all the violence of a wrestler. I threw my self-hatred on the ground; Crushed the head of my snake. Now- Back straight Head high Hair curling around a sun bonnet Skirt rippling out Boots splashing in puddles Music in ear and heart I graduated at last From barely surviving To fully living.
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Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 2:40 AM UTC
Seadrin
Just So You Know, It Gets Better
I lay a girl to rest in the flowers. She sleeps softly in her meadow bed. I stand by, Woman, strong. I love her with all my heart But I am glad I am not her. Not anymore. A snake slithers through the grass His name is Death And I am, at last, afraid of him. When he strikes at my heel, I crush his head. All my force aided by The blankets of comfort I wear around my shoulders- Collected from my Dear Ones And from the One above. Suicidality fades, Suplexed by love. I loved myself with all the violence of a wrestler. I threw my self-hatred on the ground; Crushed the head of my snake. Now- Back straight Head high Hair curling around a sun bonnet Skirt rippling out Boots splashing in puddles Music in ear and heart I graduated at last From barely surviving To fully living.
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"I'll always be here if you need me." The last words you said to me. But I need you now, so what am I to do? I just sit here, wondering, what would happen if I messaged you again. You said you didn't have time for friends, but you've graduated now, maybe that's all changed. You made me so many promises, so many promises that are no longer promises. Does that make you a liar? I guess it does, and that's the last thing I'd ever want to call you. You were always there when I needed you, that was never a lie. But ever since December 28, 2012, I felt like I've needed you more and more. So how can you make up those promises? How can I know if anything has changed? I'm too scared to reach out to you because I know I can't deal with being shut down again. I miss you. I miss our friendship, whatever it may have been. I miss texting you in class when I was anxious. I miss the feeling of skyping with you the night before we first met. I miss you running through my door on my sixteenth birthday to give me the biggest hug I've ever gotten. I miss having you at my side 24/7. I miss surprising you at school when I was still home in high school. I wish you never left my life. So, I'll always be here if you need me. That's not a lie.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
marisa-hope
I'll Always Be Here If You Need Me
"I'll always be here if you need me." The last words you said to me. But I need you now, so what am I to do? I just sit here, wondering, what would happen if I messaged you again. You said you didn't have time for friends, but you've graduated now, maybe that's all changed. You made me so many promises, so many promises that are no longer promises. Does that make you a liar? I guess it does, and that's the last thing I'd ever want to call you. You were always there when I needed you, that was never a lie. But ever since December 28, 2012, I felt like I've needed you more and more. So how can you make up those promises? How can I know if anything has changed? I'm too scared to reach out to you because I know I can't deal with being shut down again. I miss you. I miss our friendship, whatever it may have been. I miss texting you in class when I was anxious. I miss the feeling of skyping with you the night before we first met. I miss you running through my door on my sixteenth birthday to give me the biggest hug I've ever gotten. I miss having you at my side 24/7. I miss surprising you at school when I was still home in high school. I wish you never left my life. So, I'll always be here if you need me. That's not a lie.
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How could you leave me so unexpected? I was waiting, I was waiting For you but you just left me I needed you, I needed you Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to ***** But I do know what it's like to be a witness it kills You told me you love me, I'm thinking this isn't real I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah Welcome to the bottom of hell They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell You say you proud of me, but you don't know me that well Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell Into my pillowcases, you say you coming to get me Then call me a minute later just to tell me you not, I'm humiliated I'm in a room with a parent that I don't barely know Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes I don't get it dad, don't you want to watch your baby boy grow? I guess that ***** is more important, all you have to say is no But you won't do it will you? You gon' keep drinking 'til the ***** kills you I know you gone but I can still feel you Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me here? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Oh, Hey I got this picture in my room and it kills me But I don't need a picture of my dad, I need the real thing Now a relationship is something we won't ever have Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had? You shoulda been there when I graduated Told me you love me and congratulations Instead you left me at the window waiting Where you at dad? I was too young to understand where you at huh? Yeah, I know that alcohol  got you held captive I can see it in your eyes, its got your mind captured Some say it's fun to get the high but I am not laughing What you don't realise and what you not grasping That I was nothing but a kid who couldn't understand I ain't gon' say that I forgive you cause it hasn't happened I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes If you really cared for me, then where you at then? Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey Our last conversation, you and I sat in the living room Playing our video games, you started slurring and I broke down in front of you You started crying, telling me this isn't you Couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune You Drank that ***** for the last time, didn't you? It took you from me once, guess It came back to finish you Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you It took everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful I wish you were here dad but every time I picture you All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hollow Gave everything you had plus your life to those jack bottles You gave everything you had plus your life to them jack bottles Don't know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching why Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Jacktorrance
Why would you leave me
How could you leave me so unexpected? I was waiting, I was waiting For you but you just left me I needed you, I needed you Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to ***** But I do know what it's like to be a witness it kills You told me you love me, I'm thinking this isn't real I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah Welcome to the bottom of hell They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell You say you proud of me, but you don't know me that well Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell Into my pillowcases, you say you coming to get me Then call me a minute later just to tell me you not, I'm humiliated I'm in a room with a parent that I don't barely know Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes I don't get it dad, don't you want to watch your baby boy grow? I guess that ***** is more important, all you have to say is no But you won't do it will you? You gon' keep drinking 'til the ***** kills you I know you gone but I can still feel you Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me here? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Oh, Hey I got this picture in my room and it kills me But I don't need a picture of my dad, I need the real thing Now a relationship is something we won't ever have Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had? You shoulda been there when I graduated Told me you love me and congratulations Instead you left me at the window waiting Where you at dad? I was too young to understand where you at huh? Yeah, I know that alcohol  got you held captive I can see it in your eyes, its got your mind captured Some say it's fun to get the high but I am not laughing What you don't realise and what you not grasping That I was nothing but a kid who couldn't understand I ain't gon' say that I forgive you cause it hasn't happened I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes If you really cared for me, then where you at then? Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey Our last conversation, you and I sat in the living room Playing our video games, you started slurring and I broke down in front of you You started crying, telling me this isn't you Couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune You Drank that ***** for the last time, didn't you? It took you from me once, guess It came back to finish you Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you It took everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful I wish you were here dad but every time I picture you All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hollow Gave everything you had plus your life to those jack bottles You gave everything you had plus your life to them jack bottles Don't know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching why Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey
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They print their lives on a price tag, Those big fat numbers, All they do is brag. My daughter’s a neurosurgeon, Graduated from Johns Hopkins, Saving lives by the hundreds. My son a number-crunching accountant, A career that keeps his wallet thick, And his pockets filled. They wonder what I do, I tell them I work with words. They gasp, Eyes widen. I tell them that, I can count the spaces between adjacent letters in a word, String words together to build a sentence, Layer each sentence above another like bricks, Place a single powerful mark of punctuation in between, The glue that holds the bricks intact and forms a wall. A wall of stanzas, Connected by commas and semicolons. A wall of paragraphs, Big enough to block numbers out. Because words fill souls while numbers fill pockets. Words are immeasurable. Infinite.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
imajingation
Numbers
They print their lives on a price tag, Those big fat numbers, All they do is brag. My daughter’s a neurosurgeon, Graduated from Johns Hopkins, Saving lives by the hundreds. My son a number-crunching accountant, A career that keeps his wallet thick, And his pockets filled. They wonder what I do, I tell them I work with words. They gasp, Eyes widen. I tell them that, I can count the spaces between adjacent letters in a word, String words together to build a sentence, Layer each sentence above another like bricks, Place a single powerful mark of punctuation in between, The glue that holds the bricks intact and forms a wall. A wall of stanzas, Connected by commas and semicolons. A wall of paragraphs, Big enough to block numbers out. Because words fill souls while numbers fill pockets. Words are immeasurable. Infinite.
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^¡^ little girl gets angry hits a boy at school sent home by the principle 'cos she broke the rules this was most unfortunate with liquor on his breath her father pulled his belt out and beat her half to death *none of us have halos none of us have wings none of us are "there" yet as the choir sings our minds are set on stupid we think of earthly things no, none of us have halos none of us have wings* Johnny, feeling hurt inside, takes his tournequet pours his lady snow out to fix himself a hit he didn't know how strong it was that it could do him harm he dies in a public bathroom with a needle in his arm [CHORUS] dad has had a kind of lapse he had an affair mom just up and left him divorced him then and there now his little girl has bruises 'cos of liquor in his head due to a wife who left him his son, Johnny, is dead *have you graduated? with a high degree in personal perfection? if not, then let it be I don't claim to be flying as my transgression clings 'cos none of have halos none of us have wings* SøułSurvivør (C) 9/12/2017
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
SoulSurvivor
none of us have wings
^¡^ little girl gets angry hits a boy at school sent home by the principle 'cos she broke the rules this was most unfortunate with liquor on his breath her father pulled his belt out and beat her half to death *none of us have halos none of us have wings none of us are "there" yet as the choir sings our minds are set on stupid we think of earthly things no, none of us have halos none of us have wings* Johnny, feeling hurt inside, takes his tournequet pours his lady snow out to fix himself a hit he didn't know how strong it was that it could do him harm he dies in a public bathroom with a needle in his arm [CHORUS] dad has had a kind of lapse he had an affair mom just up and left him divorced him then and there now his little girl has bruises 'cos of liquor in his head due to a wife who left him his son, Johnny, is dead *have you graduated? with a high degree in personal perfection? if not, then let it be I don't claim to be flying as my transgression clings 'cos none of have halos none of us have wings* SøułSurvivør (C) 9/12/2017
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Vania Konstantinova was born, lives and works in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic book Four Cycles (along with Bozhidar Pangelov). Her collection of short stories Thank You Mister One is published in autumn of 2008. http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova With all the Homesickness of the Foreigner "You'll present me one Paris with all the homesickness of the foreigner" Vania Konstantinova He's looking for a job, but has no shirt, Rose, and expectation even in the pocket. Whether sometimes he doesn't bend to look how the Seine passes slowly? Whether it's cold (that's an author's thought)? In this circus gleam only the blue glimmer of the knives (which yesterday were pawned). It's a French movie. Paris is somewhat little for one grief and nothing. Compared with your arm. The original: Ваня Константинова е родена, живее и работи в София. Завършила е класически балет в родния си град и в Петербург, а също и полска филология в Софийския университет и в Ягеловския университет в Краков. Съавтор е на поетичната книга “Четири цикъла” (заедно с Божидар Пангелов). През есента на 2008 излиза сборникът й с къси разкази “Благодарим ти, мистър Уан”. http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova Със цялата тъга на чужденеца "Ти ще ми подариш един Париж със цялата тъга на чужденеца" Ваня Константинова Той търси работа, а няма риза, Роза, и очакване дори във джоба. Дали понякога не се привежда да погледне как минава бавно Сена? Дали е хладно (тази мисъл е на автора)? Във този цирк проблясват само сините отблясъци на ножовете (които вчера са заложени). Това е френски филм. Париж е малко за една тъга и нищо. Пред ръката ти. *Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova rarebird © bogpan - all rights reserved.
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Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 11:37 PM UTC
bozhidar-pangelov
With all the Homesickness of the Foreigner
Vania Konstantinova was born, lives and works in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic book Four Cycles (along with Bozhidar Pangelov). Her collection of short stories Thank You Mister One is published in autumn of 2008. http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova With all the Homesickness of the Foreigner "You'll present me one Paris with all the homesickness of the foreigner" Vania Konstantinova He's looking for a job, but has no shirt, Rose, and expectation even in the pocket. Whether sometimes he doesn't bend to look how the Seine passes slowly? Whether it's cold (that's an author's thought)? In this circus gleam only the blue glimmer of the knives (which yesterday were pawned). It's a French movie. Paris is somewhat little for one grief and nothing. Compared with your arm. The original: Ваня Константинова е родена, живее и работи в София. Завършила е класически балет в родния си град и в Петербург, а също и полска филология в Софийския университет и в Ягеловския университет в Краков. Съавтор е на поетичната книга “Четири цикъла” (заедно с Божидар Пангелов). През есента на 2008 излиза сборникът й с къси разкази “Благодарим ти, мистър Уан”. http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova Със цялата тъга на чужденеца "Ти ще ми подариш един Париж със цялата тъга на чужденеца" Ваня Константинова Той търси работа, а няма риза, Роза, и очакване дори във джоба. Дали понякога не се привежда да погледне как минава бавно Сена? Дали е хладно (тази мисъл е на автора)? Във този цирк проблясват само сините отблясъци на ножовете (които вчера са заложени). Това е френски филм. Париж е малко за една тъга и нищо. Пред ръката ти. *Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova rarebird © bogpan - all rights reserved.
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When you think of her You think of her smile She than had the same smile Since she was a little child You can ask her uncle, her aunty, Even the lady who claims the last time she seen her That should could barely crawl They claim she was a happy baby Instead of crying she would laugh when she'd fall And ever since than she kept the same smile The same smile she had since she was a little child I met her when I was eight She was my play mate We use to play on the swings Try to swing over the top imagining we had wings We use to play house, I was Daddy And She was Mommy I would go to work, When I got home she would console me Her lil sister was only five She was our daughter All this was only imagination But she wouldn't believe that Even if you told her Back than she would always smile The same smile she had since she was a little child See we was only eight But ever since than, I always dreamed about our fate We was only 12 when I asked her to our first dance I was scared to ask her of course But I just couldn't miss the chance To my surprise she said yes And also blessed, me with her smile The same smile she had since she was a little child That night as I held her tight I wanted to kiss her But I didn't know if it would be alright After the dance we walked home together I was contemplating a kiss So it seem like we walked forever You can never understand, How confused I was when we got there She looked at me and said, We gone be "Best Friends FOREVER" And of course she added a smile The same smile she had since she was a little child So I couldn't get mad I know it was wrong But I actually was glad... When her boyfriend dumped her Right before prom Because I always imagined Us two being Prom King and Queen And now that he ****** up It could be a real thing So when I seen her on the stairs crying I wiped away her tears And let her know that I was there for her So I walked her home So she wouldn't feel alone As we walked we talked And she told me I was her best friend I told her that was cool, But I think, Our friendship should end here So something else could begin Than she just smiled The same smile she had since she was a little child I was surprised when she said "I was waiting for you to say something" A month later she won prom Queen And I won Prom King As we stood in front of every body She smiled The same smile she had since she was a little child We both graduated and went to the same college I pledged Kappa, Her A.K.A. We always got complimented on how good of a couple we was Whole time we was only a good couple because we had love As she walked across the stage They cheered and serenade She just smiled because she had reached the goal that she had made The same smile she had since she was a little child 2 years later we were already married And my baby she carried When she told me the news that it was a girl For a short instance I was a little let down Because I wanted a boy But than I was over joyed She just sat there smiling The same smile she had since she was a little child There were problems with the delivery Which left me standing in front of you all today So when you look at her for the last time If nothing else remember her smile The same smile that I now see on the face of my little child...
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
michael-a-bauseman
Same Smile
When you think of her You think of her smile She than had the same smile Since she was a little child You can ask her uncle, her aunty, Even the lady who claims the last time she seen her That should could barely crawl They claim she was a happy baby Instead of crying she would laugh when she'd fall And ever since than she kept the same smile The same smile she had since she was a little child I met her when I was eight She was my play mate We use to play on the swings Try to swing over the top imagining we had wings We use to play house, I was Daddy And She was Mommy I would go to work, When I got home she would console me Her lil sister was only five She was our daughter All this was only imagination But she wouldn't believe that Even if you told her Back than she would always smile The same smile she had since she was a little child See we was only eight But ever since than, I always dreamed about our fate We was only 12 when I asked her to our first dance I was scared to ask her of course But I just couldn't miss the chance To my surprise she said yes And also blessed, me with her smile The same smile she had since she was a little child That night as I held her tight I wanted to kiss her But I didn't know if it would be alright After the dance we walked home together I was contemplating a kiss So it seem like we walked forever You can never understand, How confused I was when we got there She looked at me and said, We gone be "Best Friends FOREVER" And of course she added a smile The same smile she had since she was a little child So I couldn't get mad I know it was wrong But I actually was glad... When her boyfriend dumped her Right before prom Because I always imagined Us two being Prom King and Queen And now that he ****** up It could be a real thing So when I seen her on the stairs crying I wiped away her tears And let her know that I was there for her So I walked her home So she wouldn't feel alone As we walked we talked And she told me I was her best friend I told her that was cool, But I think, Our friendship should end here So something else could begin Than she just smiled The same smile she had since she was a little child I was surprised when she said "I was waiting for you to say something" A month later she won prom Queen And I won Prom King As we stood in front of every body She smiled The same smile she had since she was a little child We both graduated and went to the same college I pledged Kappa, Her A.K.A. We always got complimented on how good of a couple we was Whole time we was only a good couple because we had love As she walked across the stage They cheered and serenade She just smiled because she had reached the goal that she had made The same smile she had since she was a little child 2 years later we were already married And my baby she carried When she told me the news that it was a girl For a short instance I was a little let down Because I wanted a boy But than I was over joyed She just sat there smiling The same smile she had since she was a little child There were problems with the delivery Which left me standing in front of you all today So when you look at her for the last time If nothing else remember her smile The same smile that I now see on the face of my little child...
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Mi raza (my race) Judge by a nation by my skin and roots but not by my capabilities. Judged as a common criminal But never as a helping hand. Judged as a poor man for wearing the same clothes every day when I go to work. Judged as a man that will only drop out of school and depend on welfare. But the thing they don't know. I was raised by a mother that had to put both pants to get by. Become an older brother and a father to my own brothers to give them that love. That I graduated high school in one of the best schools in the country. That I'm going to college to become a teacher to educate and inspire that it don't matter what's your race or skin all it matters is your beliefs your dreams and your urge to succeed. I may be Brown and proud. But we're all one heart (solo un corazón) we all should love and bond not fight over who's the dominate race. Who has the bigger guns or the most beautiful woman. We are only one (solo una raza)
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
juan-manuel-romero
Mi raza / My people
Mi raza (my race) Judge by a nation by my skin and roots but not by my capabilities. Judged as a common criminal But never as a helping hand. Judged as a poor man for wearing the same clothes every day when I go to work. Judged as a man that will only drop out of school and depend on welfare. But the thing they don't know. I was raised by a mother that had to put both pants to get by. Become an older brother and a father to my own brothers to give them that love. That I graduated high school in one of the best schools in the country. That I'm going to college to become a teacher to educate and inspire that it don't matter what's your race or skin all it matters is your beliefs your dreams and your urge to succeed. I may be Brown and proud. But we're all one heart (solo un corazón) we all should love and bond not fight over who's the dominate race. Who has the bigger guns or the most beautiful woman. We are only one (solo una raza)
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I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met. I spend all my time with my friends. I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed With my social media pages. I fell in love with a boy; And, when he broke my heart, I sobbed on the floor for weeks And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on. I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom. I graduated at the top of my class, President of the honor society, Friends with everyone. I’m your stereotypical teenage girl. I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie. I have everything, I think. Why can’t I sleep at night? What they don’t tell you in the movies Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone. When I was heartbroken, I fell apart. I’m successful, but at what cost? The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night. I spend most of the night doing work, But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys. When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
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Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
gracerodgers
Who am I when I'm alone? Dunno
I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met. I spend all my time with my friends. I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed With my social media pages. I fell in love with a boy; And, when he broke my heart, I sobbed on the floor for weeks And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on. I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom. I graduated at the top of my class, President of the honor society, Friends with everyone. I’m your stereotypical teenage girl. I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie. I have everything, I think. Why can’t I sleep at night? What they don’t tell you in the movies Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone. When I was heartbroken, I fell apart. I’m successful, but at what cost? The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night. I spend most of the night doing work, But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys. When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
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~and for Harlan, who loved this one best~ *"for tandem is the ever-changing, graying color of their fierce attached tenacity" waking/walking in careful pacing regular lock steps, like new cadets, counting cadence, in perfect silent, almost motionless, except for the minuscule quivering of slightly parted moving lips these two elders, still now plebes, freshmen but of a latter, graduated stage, demonstrating robustly the slow shuffle-along, a well practiced dance conjured 'in tandem' her arm, crooked in his, his other hand, in protective custody of a knight's armored chain glove encasing hers, he, shuffling just,   a precise, intended half-a-beat slower lest she ever think that she, ever be a drag upon him hair, his, threaded with daily, new arriving grays, proudly accepted as the privilege of graceful aging hers, disguised with periodic outings, outings for the hidings of life's bookmarks, conceding nothing ever to time's lunatic desire to separate them modest in dress, styling hints of  pasts' elegant, the man's hat defiant, daringly jaunty angled, a small scarf to handbag knotted, matching his Windsor knotted tie the passers-by, all smile,   the signal charm of an end game processional, thinking so sweet, yet mine eyes detect more, something hardy and radical a fierce, fierce fierceness, both fighters in the resistance, armed with tandem tenacity, ground given, but only inches surrendered, wounds resisted by scar skin toughened by the caress of ions bonding under the pressure of atomic level mutuality worn out, well past Purple Hearts, no capitulation feared, to the ever changing, enemies' new disguises, they, a two person platoon, each, having the other's back and I burst into tears on the street, a train of out loud moans, even groans emitted, like a string of perfect pearls breaking, clattering on an asphalt terrain weeping not from visions of the inevitable, sighing not from the certitude of a cycle's uptime ending* but jealous furious by this reminder delightful, angry at myself, for having lost so many wasted years, mine, the loss greatest, for absent was the fierce tenacity of tandem
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
onlylovepoetry
Tandem: The Color of Their Tenacity
~and for Harlan, who loved this one best~ *"for tandem is the ever-changing, graying color of their fierce attached tenacity" waking/walking in careful pacing regular lock steps, like new cadets, counting cadence, in perfect silent, almost motionless, except for the minuscule quivering of slightly parted moving lips these two elders, still now plebes, freshmen but of a latter, graduated stage, demonstrating robustly the slow shuffle-along, a well practiced dance conjured 'in tandem' her arm, crooked in his, his other hand, in protective custody of a knight's armored chain glove encasing hers, he, shuffling just,   a precise, intended half-a-beat slower lest she ever think that she, ever be a drag upon him hair, his, threaded with daily, new arriving grays, proudly accepted as the privilege of graceful aging hers, disguised with periodic outings, outings for the hidings of life's bookmarks, conceding nothing ever to time's lunatic desire to separate them modest in dress, styling hints of  pasts' elegant, the man's hat defiant, daringly jaunty angled, a small scarf to handbag knotted, matching his Windsor knotted tie the passers-by, all smile,   the signal charm of an end game processional, thinking so sweet, yet mine eyes detect more, something hardy and radical a fierce, fierce fierceness, both fighters in the resistance, armed with tandem tenacity, ground given, but only inches surrendered, wounds resisted by scar skin toughened by the caress of ions bonding under the pressure of atomic level mutuality worn out, well past Purple Hearts, no capitulation feared, to the ever changing, enemies' new disguises, they, a two person platoon, each, having the other's back and I burst into tears on the street, a train of out loud moans, even groans emitted, like a string of perfect pearls breaking, clattering on an asphalt terrain weeping not from visions of the inevitable, sighing not from the certitude of a cycle's uptime ending* but jealous furious by this reminder delightful, angry at myself, for having lost so many wasted years, mine, the loss greatest, for absent was the fierce tenacity of tandem
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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) There are more and more misfortunes in the world Known to you dear people in your diverse conditions, But my life and experience has taught me unique lessons Of kindred to befit me Elizabeth, a daughter of Zinjathropus Hailing in the savannah desert, Turkana County of Kenya, I have graduated in to a single lady without test of marriage, As desert men look at me in their irritating impotence, **** clothes wrapped around their slender waists passing on me Like a dog passing on American dollars; cursed be desert men, I thought my beauty of dark African complexions will give them a ****** tease But to my chagrin; desert men have a fear of beautiful ladies My conscience tells me that my beauty is an eye sore to them, I thought my bulging hips will entice them as is a promise of fertility Leave alone not to mention my concupiscent ****** warmth, uhmmm! Desert men have dared not to see and appreciate my **** bossom, They often pass on me driving their donkeys and emaciated carmels, I thought my ***** sharp pointed ******* assign of virginity Will call them to me into a treat of love, affiliative love, But sadly enough; these dudes are erotically blind, They they nonchalantly pass on my **** ***** Wielding a begging bowl in their ***** long hands Running like drunkard chimpanzees going to Oxfam stores to beg for food, Cursed be Oxfam an imperialist agent, it has crashed flat The testicles of our desert brothers into ****** insensitivity, Oxfam has made African desert men to beg like Hebrew lepers Other than standing up on their feet to feed their women, Normally as men would do from the sweat of their brow, I thought my education will attract them to me, To love me with those romantic University kisses, But desert men have crude cultures and slavish religion They rebuke girl child education as if it is a devil, Oh my dear God of the forsaken desert ladies Of the forsaken African daughters, Take me out of this ****** desert Take me out of the city desert of Lodwar, Take me to the equator line and give me a husband, My eggs are pretty ready to conceive and sire children Sons and daughters for your own glory O almighty God, Take me out of this ****** desert, Where no man treats a modern woman, Take me out of here and give me a fresh man of my dream. Because I have known from today; It is accurse to be a woman in Africa It is a curse to be a beautiful lady in African deserts It is a curse to be a woman graduate in the African desert It is a curse to have ***** ******* in the African desert, O! Help me God.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
MELODY OF A DESERT SINGLE LADY
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) There are more and more misfortunes in the world Known to you dear people in your diverse conditions, But my life and experience has taught me unique lessons Of kindred to befit me Elizabeth, a daughter of Zinjathropus Hailing in the savannah desert, Turkana County of Kenya, I have graduated in to a single lady without test of marriage, As desert men look at me in their irritating impotence, **** clothes wrapped around their slender waists passing on me Like a dog passing on American dollars; cursed be desert men, I thought my beauty of dark African complexions will give them a ****** tease But to my chagrin; desert men have a fear of beautiful ladies My conscience tells me that my beauty is an eye sore to them, I thought my bulging hips will entice them as is a promise of fertility Leave alone not to mention my concupiscent ****** warmth, uhmmm! Desert men have dared not to see and appreciate my **** bossom, They often pass on me driving their donkeys and emaciated carmels, I thought my ***** sharp pointed ******* assign of virginity Will call them to me into a treat of love, affiliative love, But sadly enough; these dudes are erotically blind, They they nonchalantly pass on my **** ***** Wielding a begging bowl in their ***** long hands Running like drunkard chimpanzees going to Oxfam stores to beg for food, Cursed be Oxfam an imperialist agent, it has crashed flat The testicles of our desert brothers into ****** insensitivity, Oxfam has made African desert men to beg like Hebrew lepers Other than standing up on their feet to feed their women, Normally as men would do from the sweat of their brow, I thought my education will attract them to me, To love me with those romantic University kisses, But desert men have crude cultures and slavish religion They rebuke girl child education as if it is a devil, Oh my dear God of the forsaken desert ladies Of the forsaken African daughters, Take me out of this ****** desert Take me out of the city desert of Lodwar, Take me to the equator line and give me a husband, My eggs are pretty ready to conceive and sire children Sons and daughters for your own glory O almighty God, Take me out of this ****** desert, Where no man treats a modern woman, Take me out of here and give me a fresh man of my dream. Because I have known from today; It is accurse to be a woman in Africa It is a curse to be a beautiful lady in African deserts It is a curse to be a woman graduate in the African desert It is a curse to have ***** ******* in the African desert, O! Help me God.
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Hers was the first face I found freshman year at FSU. I'll always remember that garish orange and green gator shirt, and pin with the picture of a bulldog, hanging from a noose. I thought, oh Jeez, she's got school spirit, and I shuddered at the image, of cheerleaders, and sports stars, recieving preferential treatment, but my first impression was far from the mark. She had a smile for miles and eyes to match. And a laugh that could shatter a frown. And she laughed any chance she got. The few pictures I have left of her, she is laughing and smiling in each... That big toothy smile, and that magical laugh... I remember the first time she kissed me. I was playing my guitar on campus, back when everybody did it, not just pretentious ********** trying to show off. She came up behind me, and did the old hands over the eyes routine, and of course I knew her voice immediately. She turned my head and kissed me, for the first time, and I could hear the whispering, and feel everyone's eyes on me, and it felt pretty **** good. How I wished someone had snapped a picture, for the FSView, with the caption " Future valedictorian kisses scruffy hippy freshman. Entire student body baffled." I was baffled. She was the talk of the campus, she spoke her mind always, and she was active all over the campus, doing this and that. I asked her one day, "Why do you make your life so complex, when do you rest?" and she said "My life used to be complex, because I made it that way. But believe it or not, with all I do around campus, really my life is simple and fun. If I didn't love what I am doing I would stop Will. Life is too short for complexity." I laughed, and I thought to myself, this woman is more complex than she lets on. We went out for my entire freshman year, but she graduated my sophmore year, and she got a job in London, and she moved away that summer. I said I would visit...I never did.. She said she would write...she did, once, to tell me she was getting married, she even invited me, but of course I didn't go.. She enclosed a photo of her and her fiance, and it was clear what she saw in him.. he had a smile almost as big as hers, and of course she was smiling too.. Of all the images burned into my memory that picture is the one that hurts me most. I wrote back, wishing her luck, and I told her I couldn't come, I never heard from her again, but I prayed that night, that he would treat her right, and if he took away her smile, I prayed he would suffer, until he put it back. Every time I close my eyes, I see that picture... that smile... I hope she's smiling, even as I write these words.
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
will-mercier
Even As I Write These Words
Hers was the first face I found freshman year at FSU. I'll always remember that garish orange and green gator shirt, and pin with the picture of a bulldog, hanging from a noose. I thought, oh Jeez, she's got school spirit, and I shuddered at the image, of cheerleaders, and sports stars, recieving preferential treatment, but my first impression was far from the mark. She had a smile for miles and eyes to match. And a laugh that could shatter a frown. And she laughed any chance she got. The few pictures I have left of her, she is laughing and smiling in each... That big toothy smile, and that magical laugh... I remember the first time she kissed me. I was playing my guitar on campus, back when everybody did it, not just pretentious ********** trying to show off. She came up behind me, and did the old hands over the eyes routine, and of course I knew her voice immediately. She turned my head and kissed me, for the first time, and I could hear the whispering, and feel everyone's eyes on me, and it felt pretty **** good. How I wished someone had snapped a picture, for the FSView, with the caption " Future valedictorian kisses scruffy hippy freshman. Entire student body baffled." I was baffled. She was the talk of the campus, she spoke her mind always, and she was active all over the campus, doing this and that. I asked her one day, "Why do you make your life so complex, when do you rest?" and she said "My life used to be complex, because I made it that way. But believe it or not, with all I do around campus, really my life is simple and fun. If I didn't love what I am doing I would stop Will. Life is too short for complexity." I laughed, and I thought to myself, this woman is more complex than she lets on. We went out for my entire freshman year, but she graduated my sophmore year, and she got a job in London, and she moved away that summer. I said I would visit...I never did.. She said she would write...she did, once, to tell me she was getting married, she even invited me, but of course I didn't go.. She enclosed a photo of her and her fiance, and it was clear what she saw in him.. he had a smile almost as big as hers, and of course she was smiling too.. Of all the images burned into my memory that picture is the one that hurts me most. I wrote back, wishing her luck, and I told her I couldn't come, I never heard from her again, but I prayed that night, that he would treat her right, and if he took away her smile, I prayed he would suffer, until he put it back. Every time I close my eyes, I see that picture... that smile... I hope she's smiling, even as I write these words.
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I never had many friends I was always late to school Ate lunch alone Maintained grades pretty well Graduated Lived at the same place Moved schools to a 3 year middle time Became captain on a basketball team Maintained grades pretty well Heart Broken They took my dreams They threw them down Past my knees and below my feet No school no school no school Good grades and school dreams shot down From there even after some injuries I went downhill Like I did when I gained a concussion I fell and smacked the floor Point blank like a gun at a shooting range High school in black and white No friends and only anxiety attacks No more sports teams or good grades Skipping class my attendance was doomed Moving along as if hurdles were in my way Hospitalized twice and almost once before Scarred waist and black decay Tear stains throughout the night When I could only lay awake Words trapped inside, my mouth a cage Summer smoking gone by now in 10th grade Two attempts Sleeping day and night No attendance period throughout the day Grades and mind slain Semesters slipping away like life Passed one regents of which previously I failed Grades go in I start trying again I attend full fledged new meds Passing grades like a miracle Slowly falling behind Broken thoughts along the night Slipping away like the shadows in the light Stopped going to school again But why? I feel no pain No grades nor attendance No improvement no getting out of bed The meds aren't helping I only feel, there are no thoughts in my head Ruining my future must repeat 10th grade Getting worse no emotions Going back to the way I was before No friends no trust Regret fills my veins people are going away They must know that I'm not immune to all pain
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Circagirl669
The past years
I never had many friends I was always late to school Ate lunch alone Maintained grades pretty well Graduated Lived at the same place Moved schools to a 3 year middle time Became captain on a basketball team Maintained grades pretty well Heart Broken They took my dreams They threw them down Past my knees and below my feet No school no school no school Good grades and school dreams shot down From there even after some injuries I went downhill Like I did when I gained a concussion I fell and smacked the floor Point blank like a gun at a shooting range High school in black and white No friends and only anxiety attacks No more sports teams or good grades Skipping class my attendance was doomed Moving along as if hurdles were in my way Hospitalized twice and almost once before Scarred waist and black decay Tear stains throughout the night When I could only lay awake Words trapped inside, my mouth a cage Summer smoking gone by now in 10th grade Two attempts Sleeping day and night No attendance period throughout the day Grades and mind slain Semesters slipping away like life Passed one regents of which previously I failed Grades go in I start trying again I attend full fledged new meds Passing grades like a miracle Slowly falling behind Broken thoughts along the night Slipping away like the shadows in the light Stopped going to school again But why? I feel no pain No grades nor attendance No improvement no getting out of bed The meds aren't helping I only feel, there are no thoughts in my head Ruining my future must repeat 10th grade Getting worse no emotions Going back to the way I was before No friends no trust Regret fills my veins people are going away They must know that I'm not immune to all pain
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Corina Junghiatu is a bilingual poet/writer hailing from Romania. She holds a Master Degree in Philology and Phychopedagogy and likewise she graduated from The Faculty of Letters and Philosophy in Bucharest. She speaks five foreign languages. Corina has written and publishing two books of poetry: „Exile in the light” and „The ritual of a Sunrise”. She is Administrator and Publication Coordinator of Motivational Strips, editor of "Bharath Vision" website, and Chief Advisor of World Nations Writers' Union Kazakhstan. Corina has won many awards from international institutions of repute, for poetry. Recently, Corina Junghiatu, together with 350 poets and writers from 80 countries, received a certificate of appreciation for her entire literary activity, on the occasion of the 74th anniversary of the Independence Day of the Republic of India. This certificate was was handed by the famous writer Shiju H. Pallithazheth the Founder of Motivational Strips, World's Most Active Writers Forum and Padma Shree Dr. Vishnu Pandya, President of Gujarat Sahitya Akademy, a government institution of the state of Gujarat (India).
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Corina-Junghiatu
Corina Junghiatu awarded by Motivational Strips and Gujarat Sahitya Akademy.
Corina Junghiatu is a bilingual poet/writer hailing from Romania. She holds a Master Degree in Philology and Phychopedagogy and likewise she graduated from The Faculty of Letters and Philosophy in Bucharest. She speaks five foreign languages. Corina has written and publishing two books of poetry: „Exile in the light” and „The ritual of a Sunrise”. She is Administrator and Publication Coordinator of Motivational Strips, editor of "Bharath Vision" website, and Chief Advisor of World Nations Writers' Union Kazakhstan. Corina has won many awards from international institutions of repute, for poetry. Recently, Corina Junghiatu, together with 350 poets and writers from 80 countries, received a certificate of appreciation for her entire literary activity, on the occasion of the 74th anniversary of the Independence Day of the Republic of India. This certificate was was handed by the famous writer Shiju H. Pallithazheth the Founder of Motivational Strips, World's Most Active Writers Forum and Padma Shree Dr. Vishnu Pandya, President of Gujarat Sahitya Akademy, a government institution of the state of Gujarat (India).
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I can't believe I'm here After six years of highschool, I'm done, I've graduated! A whole world out there waiting for me to explore Norms waiting to be broken Expectations waiting for me to exceed My whole life, staring right at me, waiting to be lived
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
tolani-agoro
Grateful
I can't believe I'm here After six years of highschool, I'm done, I've graduated! A whole world out there waiting for me to explore Norms waiting to be broken Expectations waiting for me to exceed My whole life, staring right at me, waiting to be lived
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When I left home, I was broken and bruised. Daddy took it out on me When he fell victim to the ***** I thought when I graduated, I'd finally get to choose. Find a world where the bars played rock instead of the blues. The day everything changed, There was a fork in the road. There was a wise old man, And this is what I was told. "If you go to the left, you'll stay in hell. But you'll get your revenge when he dies in a cell. But if you don't want revenge, go to the right. You'll travel the world, you'll make a difference. But it will be hard to sleep at night." I didn't even think. I ran to the right. He told me it would never be the same If I ever had to come back. But I was okay with that. I had everything I needed in my sack. Five years later, I woke up alone in bed. A purple heart hung above my head. Even though I am where I am today, I don't regret it. Because when I go to my grave, When someone is asked to describe me, They'll say "he was brave."
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
zackripley
Broken home
When I left home, I was broken and bruised. Daddy took it out on me When he fell victim to the ***** I thought when I graduated, I'd finally get to choose. Find a world where the bars played rock instead of the blues. The day everything changed, There was a fork in the road. There was a wise old man, And this is what I was told. "If you go to the left, you'll stay in hell. But you'll get your revenge when he dies in a cell. But if you don't want revenge, go to the right. You'll travel the world, you'll make a difference. But it will be hard to sleep at night." I didn't even think. I ran to the right. He told me it would never be the same If I ever had to come back. But I was okay with that. I had everything I needed in my sack. Five years later, I woke up alone in bed. A purple heart hung above my head. Even though I am where I am today, I don't regret it. Because when I go to my grave, When someone is asked to describe me, They'll say "he was brave."
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