Why can’t I move? Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe. Why won’t you just let me live!
Genre: Hurt, Pain, Relationship
The Resistance by Tierra Martin
Why can’t I move? Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe. Why won’t you just let me live!
Being caught in your wrongs isn’t what I pictured our relationship to be. Not being able to be set free me falling damn on my knees in a searing plead. You took quit advantage of my kindness.
Therefore, me pushing away from all this hurt in the end would help me mend things on my own two feet. While my heart is beating defeating your indecisive mindset I’ll also be set free to fly away too a place where I can finally love me for me..
she was the kind of girl people wrote poetry about. wild heart , wild soul , wild hair. she couldn’t be tamed. she shifted the universe. the sun followed her smile and the moon was slave to her pain. she wanted to be nothing but free , leaving her mark on everything and everyone she touched. she commanded attention wherever she went , a vibrant rose with more thorns than she should have. she had the intensity of a waterfall , flowing with rage and demanding to be heard.
Genre: Inspiration, Light, Art
C by Natalie Henderson
she was the kind of girl people wrote poetry about. wild heart , wild soul , wild hair. she couldn’t be tamed. she shifted the universe. the sun followed her smile and the moon was slave to her pain. she wanted to be nothing but free , leaving her mark on everything and everyone she touched. she commanded attention wherever she went , a vibrant rose with more thorns than she should have. she had the intensity of a waterfall , flowing with rage and demanding to be heard.
she was the kind of girl people wrote poetry about. soft heart , soft love , soft soul. she radiated every beautiful color in the spectrum. blues , pinks , greens , and indigos. her bones had flowers growing from them , planting seeds in the ground with every step. she was the manifestation of everything she found beautiful. her love lived infinitely in the stars.
she was the kind of girl that people wrote poetry about. so destructively damaged and so beautifully broken. she could make the brightest of days dark , and the darkest of days light. she lived in the moment. breaking herself on purpose to remember how to appreciate the sun when it came back. you couldn’t hold on to her. you couldn’t contain her. she is poetry.
i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
and i hope that you hate snow, but you’ll appreciate that i love it
you’ll let me shovel alone because you know i don’t mind being alone
you’ll just have coffee ready for me when i come inside
Genre: sad, romantic, hopeful, love
To my future significant other by Morgan Fasanelli
if we ever actually end up finding each other
i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
and i hope that you hate snow, but you’ll appreciate that i love it
you’ll let me shovel alone because you know i don’t mind being alone
you’ll just have coffee ready for me when i come inside
and i hope you know that when i get sad, which i will, it probably won’t be you
and i hope you’ll let me spew out my dramatic thoughts and feelings and i hope you’ll be okay with the fact that i don’t need you to tell me it’s okay, i just need you to let me tell you what’s on my mind
I hope that you have these idiosyncrasies about yourself because let me tell you, i notice everything
and i will notice if you pull the cuffs of your sleeves when you’re uncomfortable because it’s a natural reflex from grade school when someone would say something about what used to be a touchy subject for you, even though the scars are almost fully faded
And i hope that you’ll understand that i’m sorry for everything all the time, and that i’m really trying not to be
And i hope that you have lots of little stories that you remember from your past that you’re comfortable sharing with me
but most of all i hope you don’t fit every detail i just said
because that is to say that i saw you coming, and i saw us coming
and i don’t want to see this coming
i want to be so completely blindsided by your love that it knocks the air right out of my lungs
and i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
emotions have always meant the most to me
I mean, really
do you think there’s anything in life
not worth feeling?
words slither through our skin
and enter our bodies
like my brain emits T.H.C. ;
Genre: depression, addiction, sad, suicidal, dark, drugs, confused, empty, bitter
Misery’s Dispensary
by Nick Meridionale
emotions have always meant the most to me
I mean, really
do you think there’s anything in life
not worth feeling?
words slither through our skin
and enter our bodies
like my brain emits T.H.C. ;
T.
H.
C.
this
head
can’t
take
hell’s
campaign;
the
hanging
chord,
the
hop
from the chair
this. head. can’t. take! hell’s campaign!
the hanging chord, the hop from the chair…
the hanging corpse!
common symptoms include:
blotched eyes and dry sweat
depending on what high you’re aiming for;
joy or sadness
I cough and I choke,
trying to fill my lungs
up the most,
but my throat becomes a waterfall
layered out in smoke
and I ponder if my mother will witness
my ghost
after she lowers my body into an eternal and
earthy comatose.
I think the most miserable types of people
are one’s whose bodies have become
empty and dried up rivers
where even dead fish can’t deliver
satisfaction to the bellies of vultures
our hearts can’t get
accepted by society’s norms or cultures
we are different types of people
who feel much deeper than others
we hear words heavily,
and we listen with keen ears
so I had my first high
and suddenly
my empathy was at an all time high,
I was able to see my
own desires and dreams
physically by my side
and I could smell the future’s meadow
but after a few hours
I returned to my past’s shadow
now that I’ve had my last hit
it’s hard for me to feel it;
the emotion.
the passion.
I’ve fallen in love with the fashion
that withdrawal dresses me in
instead of clothes I wear my skeletons!
“save that hit for
a rainy day.
and if your head
feels like a hurricane
then take as many as you may.
if your vice keeps you dreaming
at least it mutes the sounds
of your demons screaming.”
lately I’ve been stuck in my creative ocean
I used to row a boat and feel the motion
of the waves;
typing words down on a cracked phone screen
just to feel solace
under the hot summer sun
but I’ve lost a paddle,
I’ve broken a few wings
so when these sharks circle me
and they start to sing
I fear that I may die.
I feel death in my tiny stone soul
consuming my heart
and continuing to grow;
so when the sun screams at me
and my skin starts to crow
I long for the colder climates
of the coffins down below
I love feelings
I love feeling sad, even miserable
I love feeling happy and joyous
jubilance is a fruitfulness that I rarely emit
and morbidity has scrutiny when it fishes
for the bigger catches inside of me
once the sun dries me up, and
depression devours all that I have to give,
my river will become the trench
that murderers bury the victims
they deemed unworthy to live
my soil can’t decay, it actually
grows wealthy at the taste of lifeless skin
I kiss the corpses of young women and children
to feel a sustenance
that beautiful women
and children’s eyes
once poured into my soul,
I once held an abundance of substance
now I’m a bag of blood,
abusing myself by using substances.
I’m a bag of bones
amusing others, swearing I know what substance is…
but as the days go on,
and the sun’s volumes become more and more immense
I will decay and feast on whatever
the devil can dispense
this sobriety is painfully subsiding,
it’s fastening the blade to my wrists
how many cadavers does a dying man have to kiss,
to confirm he has a pulse,
and swear he’s not one of them?
You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
Genre: FAMILY, LIFE, PAINFUL, SOCIETY, LEGACY.
Heredity A poem by Grecia Albornoz
You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
reassured
in a world full of ill conceived people
abandoned
reassured
wanting to repeat cycles.
It is great to know the person I admired in my teens
Without him knowing that he was my first love way back then
After 43 years of being apart, our path crossed again
Here we are seemed that we’ve known each other since.
Genre: Relationship, Love, Rhyme
HOW LONG IS FOREVER by Eden P. Orbista
It is great to know the person I admired in my teens
Without him knowing that he was my first love way back then
After 43 years of being apart, our path crossed again
Here we are seemed that we’ve known each other since.
Frozen in time, amazing but, all i saw was YOU
The way you were clad in high school uniform,
Boy..Just like the first time i set my eyes on you
Hard to believe but, it is happening, it’s true.
Our candid moments when we’re on the phone
Took us to heights only you and I can fathom
Gosh! We laughed and kidded like teenagers do
Anything we discussed, we’re enlightened too.
I’ve kept you in my heart, there was always a room for you
I felt it that someday we’ve got to share this love, I knew
The love i have long waited for, now it is coming true
Now you’re here to keep this flame in my heart burning, anew.
All these years i consoled my heart, always
Of your thoughts and of forever
It’s scary though to think, …. Yes but, ……how long is forever?
My heart and my mind can’t grasp for the right answer
Now i know that no matter how long it takes,
True love is always worth the wait.
Deep in my heart, i knew this day will come
We’ll hold each other in passionate kiss, in tight embrace
When before my heart was filled with doubts and fears
Now my heart holds a promise and joy that forever is no longer….
Than a heartbeat away, …….a thread of breath to bear.
My first love is now a realization of my true love
Amazing but, this is how fate played on us
Not knowing where we were in the past forty three years,
Yet fate brought us together to stop the tears i shed all these years
The waiting and the longing has came to end, coz forever dictates…..
That no matter how long it takes, true love is always worth the w
Before you swept me off my feet I was sweeping mines off the computer screen like nobody’s business. Before Wii tennis, it was just me, long before we could just be us.
Genre: Love and Technology
Tech Support
By: Daniel Torres-Rangel
Before you swept me off my feet I was sweeping mines off the computer screen like nobody’s business. Before Wii tennis, it was just me, long before we could just be us.
You see, I thought my TV completed me and my instant messaging was the key to me experiencing life. But you…you control alt deleted me and showed my Solitary soul key strokes that made me choke up in awe. You turned my lonely cell into a Free Cell and took my Hearts to the moon and back. I thought I needed my space until I saw your face…book. You downloaded my trust and I unzipped your files.
I still remember the day that you caught my Pinterest; my heart was all a Twitter. I cracked a joke and you Googled and we just clicked. I went home and Samsung at the top of my lungs a tune of hope. Things between us accelerated faster than 4G, but they say that at high speeds time slows down and I thought if we could figure out a way to move fast enough we could make this last forever. Little did I know that one day I’d open a fancy little Xbox with a diamond ringtone in it and you would say yes.
I love that below your Microsoft skin there is a hard drive that constantly challenges me to upgrade to better versions of myself. I’ve realized that I don’t want a Sony Playstation, but I so need you to play stations that will broadcast our signal to be heard in the most distant galaxy.
So let’s Comcast off our cell phones and escape to a white sandy beach and watch the sunset on the Verizon while sipping Iced-T-Mobile and devouring Blackberries.
Let’s go grocery shopping and fill our Super Mario Karts with cupcakes and Instagram crackers, and the ingredients to make dinner for two.
Let’s Kindle a fire on the dance floor doing the iPod Shuffle.
Let’s travel the world wide and web ourselves a life together.
Or better yet, let’s just Google hangout at home tonight. Let’s close our laptops, open the microwave and pop some PC, heat up some easy MAC, and just talk. After all, it takes two to Fandango.
But for now, all technolo-joking aside. Let me say. You are brilliant, you are beautiful and you amaze me.
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