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Details | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Free verse | |

You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Tired Words

My mind is haunted again.
By my poetry gnomes.
Plagued with imaginary men.
Filling up my empty homes.
Inside this head.
Chained to my mind.
Sleepless in a dirty bed.
Nothing redeemable to find.
No sympathy.
Nothing to care about.
Just my apathy.
But that's nothing to gloat about.
Looking up at the dusty walls.
Illusions and stones.
Watery graves of make believe falls.
Presence of my loans.
Offering to my sacrifice.
Piece of mind.
Seclusion - my only vice.
Within my images, I get intertwined.


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 10: Interracial Teen Couples

Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


Details | Senryu | |

' Edgar Allan Poe ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 64th Senryu

‘Edgar Allan Poe … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  64th  Senryu




     Edgar Allan Poe ...
Master of Scary Suspense
   Tortured Ambience


The Raven … The Pit and The Pendulum
House of Usher … Annabel Lee , etc. 
(“She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night”)
     one of my favorite poetry-lines


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 11: Teenage Lovebirds From the 16th Century to the 1930s

The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems that when two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman) met
while they were in middle school and/or high school, it was love at first sight. And when
two people met before, during, and after the 1700s until the 1930s, it was a life-changing
moment for the then teen lovebirds. All young relationships were way before these people
were born, even me. Everybody knows what their lives were like when they were teenagers
and before they had passed on. Not only is young love an amazing thing, but what all of us
will have learned about serious relationships among all of the then-teenagers back in the
1700s, the 1800, the 1900s, and the 1930s is that they didn't take each other for granted
and stuff. But back in the day, when these people were teenagers, there were no movie
theaters, no malls, or any of that stuff. It looks like that even if they had gone to see
the full moon at night or a functioning or whatever, at least they had a great time. But
now that they're not teenagers anymore, then they'll have to tell their grandchildren,
their great-grandchildren, and their great-great-grandchildren about the day they met and
fell in love. And with that being said, young love is about to bring all would-be couples
together in the future.


Details | Epic | |

Teen Pregnancy 3: The Reasons Why I'm Against Teen Pregnancy

I'm against teen pregnancy because it's a waste of time and energy. I'm against teen pregnancy because it'll alter the future of all teen boys and teen girls. So, every day, the parents had to tell their teen daughters to not get knocked up, and their teen sons to not get the girls pregnant. But no matter what the parents do to prevent their teen sons and teen daughters from ever being parents at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, their teens just won't listen. It's bad enough that the moms and the dads have to just suffer, thereby being grandparents this early. Plus, it's a heartache for almost everybody. It seems that the backs of every mom and dad have been turned, even when their teens are going to an unsupervised party, filled with underage drinking. The next thing everybody knows, those teen boys and teen girls will have had unprotected sex and in less than 72 hours, those girls will have been either gotten STDs, or have gotten pregnant. After the babies are born, all teen boys and teen girls will have been stuck with their kids for life, which means no more going to parties, no more going to the movies, no more going to the mall, or any of that kind of stuff. Definitely no more hanging out with friends. Those teens will have to go to school, to work, and raise their children at the same time. And what's making everybody sick is that those teen guys are refusing to help their girlfriends raise their children. After all, those womanizing jerks, they got those underage girls pregnant. And the next thing everybody knows, all of the infants that those teen girls, who will have given birth to, will have taken over the planet by the year 2015. Those teen girls, they should've kept their legs closed and kept their clothes on. Those teen guys, they should've used condoms. And mostly, those teen couples, they should've waited until after their education was completed and they'd gotten married. This is starting to look like episodes of "Teen Mom" and "16 & Pregnant" on MTV and those paternity shows on "The Maury Povich Show." Now I know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17; it would’ve made both of my parents so devastated and seriously depressed. And if teen pregnancy continues to wreak havoc on every teen boy and teen girl in America, their parents and their futures, they’re doomed. No children until after education is finished and marriage.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 6: The Engagement and The Marriage

Both of the young lovebirds who have been dating since middle school and high school will
have finally made it to the altar, and after a long-term engagement. Both lovebirds are
very excited about getting married. First, these two former teenage lovebirds will have
gotten engaged after a guy, who used to be a teen boy asked a woman, who was a teen girl,
to have married him. And before these two make it to the alter, then both young lovebirds
will have to make it throughout the engagement without ever cheating on each other and
stuff. It seems that a young man and a young woman have dreamed that they'd make it to the
wedding of their awesome dreams, which is now called, "the final frontier;" a famous quote
from "Star Trek." It also seems that once these two lovebirds have tied the knot after
saying the words, "I do," there's no turning back. There's also no way out of the
marriage, unless it ends in a divorce. This fairy tale story now has a happy romantic
ending for this loving couple who met in elementary school, middle school, and/or high
school, and pretty soon, there's going to be a happy ending for all would-be young
lovebirds, too. Everybody's talking about getting married since the day they started going
to school, especially what their dream weddings will have looked like. I find this type of
love very interesting. On top of that and as for this loving married couple who were once
teenagers when they fell in love with each other, they're going to tell each other three
words: "I love you." It also looks like that day in and day out, week after week, and
every day for the rest of their lives, they're going to stand by each other until the day
they pass on. It's just like the saying goes, "love conquers all," which means that all
marital relationships will never be broken. And if this type of love keeps growing and
growing and this ends up in marriage in the near future, these two love birds (a man and a
woman), their friends, and their family members will be ready for it. they'll all be ready
for the future of all lovebirds.


Details | Epic | |

Teen Pregnancy 4: The Cradle Robbers

Teen boys are always getting teen girls pregnant, but older men, impregnating underage girls? When will teen pregnancy stop? It seems that these underage girls have been seeing these men in their 20s or 30s behind the backs of their moms and/or dads. And the next thing everybody knows, one day later, those teen girls, they will have wounded up getting pregnant in an instant. No matter what the parents do to prevent their teen daughters from ever becoming mothers at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, they just won't listen. And no matter what the moms and/or the dads will have done by showing their teen daughters the dangers of teen parenting, they still won't listen. These older men have always been messing around with the underage girls (ages 14, 15, 16, and/or 17) and are always getting getting them pregnant. What's so cold about it is that their parents will have been seriously upset about the fact that these grown men have robbed those teen girls of their innocence and their futures. And instead of teen girls going to college to become, teachers, lawyers, and/or doctors, because of these grown men, those teen girls will have been forced to have dropped out of high school to take care of their kids. See, there's a problem with those underage girls: they just can't concentrate on their education, thereby getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. The girls really should've waited until after they'd gotten married to guys their age and then have kids. And if these men in their 20s, 30s, or 40s weren't going to take care of their kids that the young mothers have given birth to because those sexist, womanizing Neanderthals who've gotten them pregnant to begin with, they should've used condoms and/or left those teen girls alone. As a matter fact, these grown men should've gotten arrested for impregnating teen girls by way of statutory rape. What's with these young teen girls, always falling for guys twice or three times their age, knowing they should date guys their age. Why must these grown men always wanting to get those underage girls pregnant at an early age, let along 15? I mean, who does that. It's just way, way, way too much for their parents (the moms and/or the dads) to handle. And if this type of teen pregnancy continues to expand by the year 2016 and these adult men continue to rob those teen girls of their futures, their so-called "childhood," and their innocence, their parents, they're doomed. This ends now!


Details | Free verse | |

A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

MTV's 16 and Pregnant

There's always an issue with teen pregnancy. And when watching "16 & Pregnant" on MTV,
still on the air, this "wanting-to-be-a-parent-at-an-early-age" thing has gone way too
far. This show's about teen girls, who got pregnant at the ages of 14,15,16,and/or 17.
They had their hopes and dreams in tact, but all of them have been put on hold. One of
those dreams included being a lawyer, doctor, or whatever. MTV's "16 & Pregnant" means the end of
one's so-called "social life." It means no more going to the movies, no more going to the
mall, no more going to exclusive parties, nothing. There was no way that these teen girls
were to be mothers at an early age. They needed to concentrate on getting their high
school diplomas and their college degrees, and then have kids. There was no way that these
teen boys were to be fathers at an early age, either. They needed to focus on their
futures, like going to college. Those teen couples, they should've used condoms. Now I
know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17. Some teen couples
should've waited until both teen parents had finished their education and they were
married. But despite all of the drama and the stress, I still think that all teen moms are
doing a good job, raising their children. And if "16 & Pregnant" were to stay on the MTV
network for at least two (2) more seasons, that would be great, but teen pregnancy has got
to stop. No children until after marriage.


Details | I do not know? | |

My own beat

The rhyme is in my heart,
The beats in my mind,
As I go over the words,
Time and time again,
As i spill them out on the computer screen,
I know this writing is made for me,
It's what i do,
It's what I say,
It's what I feel,
Sometimes what I push away,
It doesn't always make sense,
But it's OK,
I understand the meaning between the words,
As i tap, tap on my keyboard,
Poetry forms,
Short but simple,
Is how it comes,
The rhyme is in my heart,
The beats in my mind,
Slowly making poetry.
Slowly becoming mine.
Emotions without reasons...
Is my excuse.
As i type it on the computer screen.


Details | Senryu | |

' William Shakespeare ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 65th Senryu

‘ William Shakespeare … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  65th  Senryu




   One and Only Clear …
   He’s Poetic-Theatre
Oh, William Shakespeare ! …


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 7: Retired Couples

It looks like all of the elderly couples have been in love with each other since they were
real-life teenagers, even before the ones who were born in the 1980s existed, even me.
This type of teenage love has been around all of the elderly men and women who were young
since the 1950s, the 1960s and the 1970s. It seems to everyone that no matter how old
these two lovebirds get, they still have plenty of love for each other. Back in the day,
before the cell phone was invented, MTV made its cable debut, and before the Internet,
there was a lot of things all teenage love birds have done back in the 1950s to the 1970s:
they went to a drive-in movie to see one of their favorite films, they had gone to the
diner to eat hamburgers and fries, there were school dances, that kinda stuff. And before
the high definition television sets were introduced, all teen guys took their teen
girlfriends to see the full moon back in the 1950s and the 1960s, including 1955 and 1964.
That's a date they'll never forget. Teenagers back in the 1950s, the 1960s, and the 1970s
have had a great time, especially when they fell in love back in either middle school or
high school. This is the kind of stuff they should talk to their grandchildren about it,
especially how they met and how they really did fall in love. It also seems that it has
been years and years since all relationships have began to build between the then-two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman). How
interesting was that? Well, it looks like another generation of young love will take over
the lives of all young lovebirds of today and take over where their grandparents, who were
teenagers back in the time, have left off. And if this kind of young love keeps increasing
before the year 2025, there's no telling what great thing might happen next.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 15: Teenage Lovebirds of the 1980s

Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.”  And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 14: Teen Couples of the 1970s

The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of  music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Teen Pregnancy 5: Out-Of-Control Teen Mothers

Those teen moms are and/or will have been up to no good, especially by going to unsupervised parties, doing drugs, and stuff. They had their babies not too long ago, but they continue their out of control ways, including by way of neglecting their own offspring? I mean, who in the world does that kind of stuff? It seems that the parents (thee mothers and/or the fathers) really should've kept their teen daughters locked up in their rooms and on top of all that, those underage girls, they never should've been teen mothers to begin with. On top of all that, those teen girls were supposed to concentrate on their education instead of messing around with those womanizing fiends. There's always a problem with teen girls-turned-teen mothers; they’re always having unprotected sex with multiple guys, drinking alcoholic beverages (vodka, beer, and rum, e.g.), using illegal drugs, and stuff. All teen girls should be ashamed of themselves, not taking care of the ones who’ve brought them into God’s green Earth. The only ones who’re responsible for getting those teen girls pregnant, thereby bringing the infants to this world are those dead-beat teen fathers. It’s their fault. They did this. They brought those kids into this world. What those teen girls should’ve done was to have told their loser boyfriends to use condoms, otherwise they never would’ve gotten pregnant. Not only have those out-of-control teen mothers put their own families at risk with their reckless behaviors, they also put their own children at risk, and it’s got to stop right here, right now!Those teen girls, they shouldn’t be mothers at an early age, let alone 13 or 17 and they definitely shouldn’t be putting their own children in a dangerous environment, thereby being harmed by those cold-blooded gang bangers and/or drug-dealers. The reckless behaviors of all teen mothers will have gotten their own children killed or worse. The employees of Child Protective Services and the local police are going to hear this. Everybody’s seeing multiple life sentences in the future and those teen mothers should not just be stripped of their parenting rights, they should also lose custody of their children. It’s making everybody sick just thinking about it. And if this type of ordeal continues to go on, it’ll lead straight to destruction. All teen guys, use condoms! All teen girls, keep your legs closed! And all teen lovebirds, keep your clothes on! No children until after education is completed and marriage!


Details | Blank verse | |

Your Artistry Inspired Me

It was your artistry that I had always beheld in envy.
It was your poetry that inspired me to write my own aplenty.
It was your amity that was gone for what seemed to be an eternity.
It was your artistry that kept me holding onto our affinity.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 12: Teenage Lovers of the 1950s

It was the 1950s and all teen lovebirds back in the day were the greatest couples in
America. These people were way before all people who were born in the 1980s were born,
even me. It seems that both teen lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen
girl-turned elderly woman) fell completely in love with each other when they were in
middle school or high school, even when doo-wop music and rock and roll music were born.
It looks like all of the then-teenage lovebirds had a great time back in the day. In
reference to teen couples dating back in the 1950s (including the year 1954), they went to
a drive-in movie, ate at a diner, they went to see a full moon in classic cars, that kinda
stuff. These dates were way before the first cell phone was invented, MTV made its TV
channel debut, and before computers were invented. On top of all that, both of the
then-young lovebirds used to listen to their favorite love songs, like, "Baby, Baby" by
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, "Can't Help Falling In Love" by the late Elvis Presley,
Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis, and "Will You Love Me Tomorrow" by the Four
Seasons and the Shirelles. Their parents were happy that their teens were dating back in
the day, especially when their parents (the mothers and the fathers) back in the 1950s
found out that they were dating. And now that they're not teenagers anymore and even if
they stay together as a married couple, they'll tell their grandchildren about the day
these two lovebirds have met and fell completely in love.


Details | Free verse | |

The Language of the new generation.

Understanding the new generation.
They have their own language.
Their own new meanings to the same words.
They have their own communication + lingo.
Has it not been the same with each new 
generation in history?
They discover a new style that is shocking
to the older generations.
Adjoining generations seem to listen
to each other.
At which point do the generations do not want
to listen.
Where is this gap?
Spelling is different for the same words. 
A lot of abbreviated text is used.
There seems to be an absence of books amongst
dvds + cds.Has this interior design element
been overlooked?
Is there a new dictionary to accommodate the
new generations?
Or is this just how life is?


Details | I do not know? | |

Non Catholic religions

You think Christ is not hurt
With loving what you thought is Christ
Loving Christ is being in His true Church
In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved

In His Church
Ask R.C.I.A.
Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults
Is like a college Religion class

You will learn the truth
In other man-made religion bible are lies
What you’re reading is really the true Church
Not your own

It’s like a blind
Leading another blind
They would both fall in hell of fire
It is not the minister’s fault

Your own, rather take them with you
Both of you learn the truth
For every man they can be a deacon
Bishop and Priest are not with a wife

For Jesus Christ is a High Priest
Great Prophet
Only Son of the most High
The Redeemer

In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments
Baptism
Confirmation and
Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ

We want God to be pleased with us
Eternal Father told the people 
To Listen only to the Messiah and
The One I sent

What are these Christ like churches?
Non Catholic churches?
People in there are already condemned
Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved


Details | Free verse | |

A Thought

The most beautiful picture
Still needs a frame to support
And complete it.


Details | Free verse | |

Mixed Feelings

You wanna know why I read?
I read because books are my escape.
I read because the friends I have in books are so much truer than the friends I have in real life.
I read because in books I am as breathtakingly beautiful as the heroine in the story and not a one-hundred-thirty-three pound white girl with a black girl’s ass. 
I read because the stories are either so good, I can try to wish myself into them
Or they’re so horrid they make my life look like a fairytale.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because the parents in books don’t yell at me for failing a test that I stayed up until 1 in the morning studying for
Or tell me I’m getting cellulite when its clear that I already hate the way I look.
I read because the little brothers and little sisters in books are adorably hilarious where mine are annoyingly bothersome.
I read because when my nose is in a good book, my mind is where that book is, not in the reality that is my life.
I read because the boys in books are more kind to me than the boys in my classes at school.
You wanna know why I read?
I read because I love to read.
But you wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because reading is shameful in the world I live in.
I don’t read because reading is something tedious, a chore you do simply to make the grade in English.
I don’t read because the stories in books remind me just how much my life sucks.
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every page I turn is another homework assignment not turned in, another failing grade to show my parents.
I don’t read because every time I read I want a snack to munch on, and every time that snack is a chocolate bar I think to myself “You fat, ugly girl, you don’t need that chocolate, you know what they say: a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips.”
I don’t read because what boy wants a girl whose prince charming is not ever going to show up on her front porch with a dozen roses and a devastatingly handsome smile?
You wanna know why I don’t read?
I don’t read because every time I finish a book that was a new obsession, I have to find one just like it and there never is one.
I don’t read because when the hero dies, so does a piece of my heart.
I don’t read because every book I read just reminds me that I’m the freak brainiac of my class, and that’s all anyone sees when they look at me.
I don’t read because the perfect characters in books make me hate my imperfect self.
I don’t read because I hate to read.


Details | Ballade | |

McDonalds poem

me and my girl kelssey just got done smoking weed
 are stomach start rumbling and we started too have cravings 
what was it what do we need 
we but our minds together and it was micky d's

so we walked in to get our burgers and fries,
but realized we aint gots no money to our surprise

i look in my back pocket and a 20 appear
 we was like holy crap then we walk up to the cashear 
she was like "how can i help you? you want that here or to go ? "
 umm i dont know but i like a number 6 plain with cheese
 but her not sure what do you want kelssey?


i want a classic combo. a sweet tea to drink. 
thats what id order im pretty sure or i think.
 burgers on our mind..thank god it was micky d's that we would find
. but watch the drinks. make sure the dont spill. 
but if you do its ok. cuz we get free refill.

they called our order and we grab our meal 
right when we seat down i cause a big deal
 i looked at my food and guess what i see 
they put lettuce ketchup and mayonnaise and the receipt says plain with cheese
 i cause a fus and a big scene it all worked out
 the food was free and i got back my 20


so we didnt have to pay.
 we got out there real fast and started a good day.
 but we were still hungry and what did we do? 
well we thought a shopping cart would fit through the drive through.

 a bad idea? i dont know. but me and west thats how we roll.
 so we climb in and away we go we went so fast no a time was spent
i was like " i hope we dont hit a car i hope we dont cause a dent"
 we finnally got to the end of the drive through 
so we told em to give us order number two and dont for get order number three
 right when we grabbed our food we jumped out of the cart and then we flea



so our trip to mickey d's was quite amazing at the least... 
as we eat our burgers and join in a great feast.
im like dang what are we doing 
we are packing our face s like a 8 year old eats pudding
 im a skinny kid but now i feel like a fat as pig 
i ate so much im starting to feel sick

so fat we feel. cuz we ate to much. kinda bad idea. 
who would of thought of such.
 well me and west kno how to kick it. eat mickey d's all day is good living


Details | Couplet | |

The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thank You!

When I think I have no talents
And nobody disagrees,
I find comfort in your works,
Sighing at your expertise,

I vow never to write again
Because I'm not good enough,
But then it's always a surprise
When you lift my spirits up,

I don't deserve your kindness
Which builds my self-esteem,
But still I'm happy and I'm humbled,
For you all are friends to me.




((( A huge thank you to you guys, you don't know how much your kind words 
mean to me =D )))


Details | Rhyme | |

Complete Man

Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
 
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
 
 
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world


Details | Bio | |

All That's Left

I wrote you a letter-
In it, everything
I want you to know 
And how I feel 
After all this time.
Not a single tear 
Is shed-you're not worth it. 
Not anymore.
No hard feelings.
I knew you couldn't get it.
I erased
Word
By
Word-
Reading it over and
Wondering if we'll
Ever speak again and 
What would be said.
Word after word, 
They disappear
Along with the bottled up 
Emotions I had for you.
Once the last word
Is gone,
All that's left
Is a blank page-
A new chance to start over,
And my name
That's signed at the bottom.
All that you left
Was a memory,
And a sad, confused girl
That grew and matured
Into a more realistic,
Aware young lady.
I grew to love you,
And I grew to let you go-
All that's left is a memory.


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep rooted

unrelenting screaming in my head
Words deleted before they are siad
wiped of the page, never been read
comfortable 6 foot under in my bed
Paradise falls beneath me as I am lead
Hungery demons can now be fed
draining my soul for now I have bled
satisfied thurst, call me when I'm dead
 
Overwhelming hurt embraces my mind
Dirty, twisted, diseased, rotton all intertwined
This anguish and torture is never defined
Keeping away from the world remaining refined
Myself and others I call me are all combined
Nothing can be said this is how I was designed
Hidden away, locked up, staying confined
Rejected from the world, forever delcined





 


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 8: The Final Chapter----Not

Well, it looks like love among all teenagers is never going to stop growing, even by day. It's 
always been like that since the beginning of this century. It seems that all relationships, including 
a bunch of long-distance relationships will never end, especially when both young lovebirds (a 
teen boy and a teen girl) have know each other since elementary school. Some of them won't 
last long, butr for all teenage lovebirds, some of them will, enev after they pass on. Love is in 
the air for all teen boys and teen girls, and everybody's feeling it. And when it comes to young 
love continuing to grow and grow day in and day out, it's never going to stop. Everybody 
knows that young love is the greatest thing that has ever happened to all teenage lovebirds in 
not just the United States of America, but the whole world as well; even Canada and England.  
It looks like their parents (their moms and dads) are happy because of the fact that their 
teenagers are deeply in love with each other. And even when the moms and the dads were 
teenagers, they've experienced love and real relationships. And now that young love is never 
going to stop affecting the lives of all teenagers, then there's nothing one bad thing after 
another can do to end all young relationships. Let's hope that all of those relationships don't 
end up in multiple break-ups. And if those teenage love birds were to stay together for a long 
time, even throughout the marriage, who knows what beautiful thing might hapen in the near 
future? All of those teen lovebirds are going to wish that their Saturday nights would never end.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Teenage Love 9: TNG--The Next Generation

Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls). It 
looks like this type of love is going to pass on to another generation of teenage lovebirds. And 
even as I speak, young love is going to continue growing in not just the U.S. of A., it's growing 
everywhere, including Japan. But fortunately for all teenage lovebirds, it's actually a good thing 
for them, especially when all teen boys and teen girls started being interested in each other. It 
seems that once those teen lovebirds enter adulthood in the near future, even after finishing 
high school and/or college, young love is going to affect the lives of another bunch of 
teenagers; even before the year 2020. Young love among all teenagers is going to continue 
growing for a long time and it's going to pass on to another generation of teenage lovebirds. 
And not only that, this type of love is also going to continue growing for another generation 
after generation, after generation, after generation. And the next thing everybody knows, their 
p[arents are still going to be happy about it. The greatest thing about young love is that not 
only are both teen couples (a teen boy and a teen girl) going to stay togrther for a long time, 
even before and after marriage, they're going to tell their grandchildren the following: how they 
met, why they fell in love with each other, their first date, and that kinda stuff. It loks like 
teenage love is going to continue to pass on to another generation after generation, after 
generation, after another generation. And if young love among al teen couples continue to have 
impact on their loves, there's no telling what great thing might happen next.


Details | Lyric | |

Writing Once Again (Have a Start but Know No End)

So here I lie
writing once again
I have a start
but know no end
I should study
and I should sleep
Instead I lie here awake
and watch tv


Details | I do not know? | |

words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Teenage Love 19: 2010-present

When it comes to young love, it's a beautiful thing for young people from around the world. 
And when it comes to teen boys and teen girls falling in love with each other since the day they 
met, it's like fireworks popping in the sky. Their moms and dads are either happy about it or 
inapproving or whatever. It seems to everybody that most relationships among all teenagers 
might even last to either 72 hours or a lifetime. That's a really long time, but then, if these two 
young lovebirds want to stay together, even until their high school reunions, then that's fine. 
Sometimes love will make young men and/or young women do some silly things or whatever, 
but love doesn't; it's just an emotional feeling for teen boys and teen girls combined. Their 
parents (the moms and the dads) should also know what their lives were like when they were 
teenagers, especially since the day they fell in love with each other. Young love has 
revolutionized the year 2010 and it'll revolutionize the future of all of the would-be teen 
couples. This is starting to get very interesting. It looks like the junior/senior high school years 
will be with all of the wound-be-then teen love birds for the rest of their natural lives. All 
relationships among all young people will not just continue to increase every single day, but no 
matter what the circumstances of young relationships or whaterer, it'll seem that day in and 
day out, all of the young lovers (all teen boys and all teen girls) will always have love for each 
other, and their parents are very happy about it. And if young love continues to grow and grow 
by the time the year 2025 arrives, there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.


Details | Free verse | |

Silence

I said
"I love you."
And I stood there.
You spoke not a word
Just stopped there in shock
And I watched you
Waiting
For a reaction of sorts
What would I get?
Anger?
Sorrow?
Love in return?
You spoke not a word
But your silence spoke volumes.
I turned to hide the tear
Rolling down my cheek
I was a fool,
I'm sorry I wasted your time,
I'll go now.
Don't worry,
Don't say a thing now,
Your silence spoke for you.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 13: Teen Couples of the 1960s

When it comes to all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls) falling in love with each other
back in the 1960s, it was a beautiful thing. The 1960s were also the decade when the
British Invasion began, especially when the Beatles had made their way to the American
music scene and the Rolling Stones had made their way to the rock and roll music scene in
Hollywood, California. But before the Civil Rights Act and other laws were in effect, all
public places, including the diners, were segregated before being integrated. It seems
that both of the then-young lovebirds really had a great time, especially when they went
to see a movie and stuff. It was the year 1960 until the year 1969, way before the 1980s
were born, even me. Back in the 1960s, before MTV made its TV channel debut, these two
teen lovebirds had gone out to eat at a diner, they went to a drive-in movie, a school
functioning (including the high school dance), anything these two have done on a Saturday
night. Their favorite love songs of all time when a man and a woman were teenage lovers
were "My Girl" by the Temptations, "Do Wah Diddy" by Manfred Mann, "My Boyfriend's Back"
by the Angels, and "Happy Together" by the Turtles. Even when the "World Peace" slogan
began and Woodstock 1969 became the grooviest music festival among all teen couples, it
was a great time for them. And as for the Flower Children, who were teenagers at the time,
it was also love at first sight for them. But now that the 1960s are gone, it'll be a
groovy decade for all of the then-teenage couples will always remember.


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 20: The Series Finale

This is the conclusion of how young love works, that includes when it started and stuff. Looks 
like al teen boys and teen girls are able to learn what serious relationships are all about Now 
that they're together there's no turning back, unless the relationship ends in a break-up. It 
seems to everyone that day in and day out, both young lovers just can't get enough of each 
other. Well, I guess that's the way young love goes. Everybody will then talk about how these 
people have met when they were in school and how they fell in love for what will be the rst of 
their lives. Teen boys and teen girls from around the world, including the U.S. of A., should also 
learn not to take each other for granted, especially when they should promise each other not 
to ever cheat on each other with the individual (another boy and/or another girl). Now that 
everybody knows what love is, then I guess there's no need of both teen lovebirds wanting to 
know how young love goes. All the mothers and the fathers should accept the fact that their 
teenagers are now in a real relationship and they must take it very seriously. Just like going 
through steps one through five, all of the would-be teen couples must take things slowly and 
they must know each other first before getting involved in a serious relationship. That's the 
way it should go for all would-be teen lovers. And if young love works for everybody, including 
all teenagers, then there won't be any problems in the near future. Let's hope everybody 
remembers how young love works.


Details | Free verse | |

Blocked.

My pen is stalled on paper,
Halted in mid-sentence.
I search my brain for the next word,
But there is nothing.
I look out the window,
Trying to see if anything comes to me,
A memory,
A current event,
But like a tree taken by winter,
My mind is barren.
A songbird always finds the perfect note,
A dolphin always finds the perfect wave,
Yet I cannot find the perfect word.


Details | Burlesque | |

The Reason Why There's No Market in Poetry

"Only other poets read your poems"
Said my father, to my great appall
So I plastered a poem in spray paint
To the side of the town's harbor wall

Then the bobbies saw my piece of artwork
And they dragged me away to a cell
Then they threatened to brand me a vandal
And they called up my parents as well

When my father showed up, he was yelling
"What in blazing God's name did you do?"
I replied "You were wrong 'bout my poems
The policemen have all read them too!"


Details | Lyric | |

Say It Again

i was waiting for the sun to rise
for someone to love on this dreadful night
and i truly thought no one would come by
until you walked right into my life

say it again
just one more time
those three little words
that make my life

you are my everything
without you i am nothing
but you must have saw something
cause you whispered three words loving

say it again 
just one more time
those three little words
that make my life

you make my day
and thats no lie
just say it again 
one more time

when the rain pours down
i fall to the ground
in shock cause i have found
the sweetest person around

so please just
say it again 
just one more time
those three little words
that will make my life

you make my day
and thats no lie
just say it again 
one more time

I love You

say it again 
just one more time
those three little words
that make my life

you make my day
and thats no lie
just say it again 
one more time

just please 
for me
if not for yourself
say it again

say it again
say it again


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I hit a student

(This is a fictional poem)

I used to be a teacher who was admired.
But last year I did something that got me fired.
I hit a student because he told me to go to hell.
I got the boot and I also went to jail.
I regret what I did as I sweep the floor.
I can no longer teach so now I'm a janitor.
My student knew which buttons to push to get me annoyed.
He was a jerk but I shouldn't have hit the boy.
My temper was something that I should've controlled.
It was wrong to hit a student who was only thirteen years old.


Details | Free verse | |

You Are Jamming My Dreams

I wait crossly
To get picked up straightaway
I wait optimistically
To step into the murky bowels of my car

I can’t advance…
When you’re dragging me to your feet
I can’t progress…
When you’re motivating me to be incomplete

I wait at ease
To get a ride home
I wait with heaps of crotchetiness
To jam myself into the jumbled car

I can’t drive on…
When you’re creating traffic in my dreams
I can’t carry on as fast
When you’re taking your time on the freeway,
Though your obedience beams

You’re jamming my dreams, sweet dream catcher
You’re liveliness gleams…It’s not what it seems... (2)
It’s certainly not what it seems…
Blame it on my dreams!
You’re just a dream come true…
It’s nothing that popped out of the blue…
It’s not that surprising
If you only knew…
Oh, you don’t have a clue…
This infatuation is positively true!

I can’t move on…I can’t drive on… (2)
I can’t ride on the road to victory…
I can’t burst forth by dashing proudly
Until you hit the brakes and cease from
Jamming my exotic dreams

I can’t travel on… I can’t light up the sky…
I can’t dream on and on and on
I can’t drift on and on
I can’t…I can’t move on
I can’t… I can’t!
Until you inspire me to gleam!

(the whispers grow soundless)
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can't...I can't...
I just can't,
Dear friend...
*silence*


Details | Free verse | |

pressure

i'm in this world
and everyone tells me you have to. . .
walk like this
act like this
speak like this
dress like this
sing like this 
dance like this
write like this
be like this
talk like this
and look like this
and i'm thinking who are they to tell me who and how i should be
why can't everyone back off and understand i can take care of myself
i don't want to be this or that or turning into someone else
i like who i am just fine
if you don't like it i don't care
i don't need you to be changing me into someone i'm not
i don't need this type of influence
and i especially don't need this amount of pressure


Details | Free verse | |

Faux Fur Jacket on a Hot Day

Starlight, star fight

I hope no one cries tonight
					
I hope that life 

is more than the sun

and more than that book I read

about the horses,

more than the dirt on the floor,

sitting there like a 

fairy dust covers a flower.

The flower blows in the wind

and I weep 

for the day that comes when

life no longer 

has an end

or really a beginning.

This jacket is itchy

and I itch it like my mind

hurts, it hurts when I think of 

how sick I am of

running away from 

the life that is coming

to me.       











Details | Free verse | |

My Poetry

Once poetry was just a hobby,
Then I grew to love it,
My poetry is dark,
And sad and angry,
But I never feel happy enough to write anything else.

My poetry is my feeling in words,
Expressed in a non-harmful way,
I write about love and passion,
But nothing stupid at all,
Because my poetry is real,
And I’m not stupid.


Details | Blank verse | |

What To Write

I don't know what to write,
Yet how else will I fight?

When I know what to write,
It's how I express my might.

I don't know what to write,
Yet it's a way I bring my feelings to light.

When I know what to write,
It's how I make everything alright.

I don't know what to write,
Yet how else will I find insight?

When I know what to write,
It's how I express myself every night.

I don't know what to write,
Yet it's a way I hold onto my life tight.

When I know what to write,
It's how I make all clear to my sight.


Details | Rhyme | |

Antoher Day

I wanna tell you I love you,
But I don’t know what to say.
I better think of something soon,
Because I might not have another day.

Maybe I’ll just tell you I love you,
But I’m afraid of what you’ll say.
I better say something,
If I don’t then I’ll never know what you would’ve said.

Maybe I’ll write you a note,
Just telling you how I feel.
But when I tell you,
I’m going to try and keep it real.

But now, as I sit here,
I’m thinking of what to say.
I better think of something soon,
Because I might not have another day.


Details | Free verse | |

Words, Song of

Created by this ink
These words sink 
Unto a page
Forever Woven

I’m the creator of these words
Father of these letters
My soul, Fiery, ignites
Life born into shapes

Lord of Words 
I’m the weaver of this ink
Woven into a quilt
These words tell a story

With the breath of life
I read these words aloud
They are not words, alone
But another life unfolding

Beyond your wildest dreams
Words let you escape
Into a world unforeseen
Either cold or full of life

A beautiful life
Set for a strife
Or a deadly soul
Setting no goal

Blessed blood
A black heart
The running ink
Like blood in veins

A pen is a sword
Destroying a life
Or sacrificing one
From only ink

Separated by pages
Chosen by readers
A book only given life
Over only openings

Secluded on a dusty bookshelf
Or stacked a tower 
Seen by many
Read by few

Words are a song 
Singing a life
Into a book
Awakening a soul

Pleading to fly
Into the mind
Of a lover 
Of life

Beautifully written
A life unspoken
Words are wrote 
On a dreary night

Beckoning Elements
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
Into its pages 
Scenery unfolds

Forever and ever
A book brings many things
Into this world
Such as a Song of Words


Details | Blank verse | |

Poetry Is My Artistry

Life is my destiny.
My heart holds mastery over me.

Poetry is my artistry.
My mind is a gallery within me.

Loneliness is my enemy.
My strength a remedy for me.

Music is my ecstasy.
My being is in harmony within me.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Passion

Sometimes
When I'm huddled up on the floor at 3 AM
furiously scribbling down any and every thought
that pours out of my mind
The question strikes me
"Why the hell do you write?"
The question is honest and relevant
For the fame?
No, not for the fame
I couldn't give a damn about the fame
For money?
Hell no, are you an idiot?
The chances of anyone reading my stuff are low enough as it is
Let alone actually paying me for it
To get your feelings out?
Possibly, it has kept me from losing my mind
on quite a few occasions
But I've kept everything inside
and let a brutal war rage on in my head
as I sat in silence
on just as many occasions
I think in the end
I write for the connection
The possibility of someone glancing at my words 
and saying,
"Hey, I know how he feels."
Or maybe some lonely, mixed up kid
not unlike myself
reading and saying,
"Wow, someone actually understands."
If I could make a connection,
just one connection
then screw everything else.


Details | Free verse | |

My Eyes

My eyes stay dry 
To be a dusty dry reflection of will 
Sandier then the tough jolt of sin 
My eyes stay cool 
Freezing the hell that danced in my life 
Stopping the activity that made my brain spin 
My eyes…. 
Are dangerous 

Look carefully into them 
There is no howl of defeat found in them 
Nor is there any dance of victory 
Look closely… 
And see that I have given up 
The gleam you see is not of joy 
But of frozen expectations 

Oh yes indeed there is a large expense of thoughtfulness in my gaze 
I see everything in a light that mocks the sulking shadows 
Yet my light… is artificial 
Its shine simmers but for a moment then is taken away in self indulgence 
Then I’m left alone 
Left to battle and find my away around the dark 
My eyes are confused 

They dart left and right with all the grace of a failing bird 
Whatever they capture in their gaze they hold it in self denial 
Uttering curses when the captured tunes them down 
With mocking music and self exile 
When my eyes are confused? They become desperate 

Gasping in any neglected air 
That air of freedom 
They choke it up like a lifeline 
Clutching its spirit 
With the last of its strength 

But most of all… 
My eyes are hurt 

The ice is protection 
A shining layer upon a broken heart 
The desperation of freedom 
Is the result of being broken apart 
I have grown 
After tasting the whip of reality 
And I have fought 
Yet above all 
Above anything there is about my eyes 
My eyes are doomed 


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

Poetry is the way to get out your innermost feelings.
Poetry is the way to say your love sends me reeling.
Poetry is my life.

Poetry is the smiles or frowns you would get in a letter.
Poetry is the way I say bless you and get better.
Poetry is my home.

Poetry is how to get out of the world you live in.
Poetry is the way to make the sadness stop and the happiness begin.
Poetry is my heart.

Poetry is how I tell you what I've been through.
Poetry is how I say what I'm doing, too.
Poetry is my word.

Poetry is if I said, "Will you love me tomorrow?"
Poetry is how I wish there will be no more sorrow.
Poetry is my hope.

Poetry is getting my soul out.
Poetry is how I tell you what I'm all about.
Poetry is my inspiration.

Poetry is all my tress, walls, loves. My surroundings.
Poetry is rewards, privileges, even groundings.
Poetry is my world.

Poetry is sweet to my eyes and ears.
Poetry is truly lovely to see and hear.
Poetry is my music.

Poetry is no longer living with regret.
Poery is moving on, something I will never get.
Poetry is my second chance.

Poetry is all the happy places I've been.
Poetry is overcoming and loving you again. 
Poetry is my passion.

Poetry is simply my way of living.
Poetry is words in an order that have helped from the beginning.
Poetry 
Is 
My 
Love.


Details | Acrostic | |

Words and Their Effects

Worries etched in despair and blood.
Outrageous attempts to masquerade us.
Righteously hidden in the wrongs.
Drowning out the truth.
Significantly affecting youthful minds.


Details | Free verse | |

Spaced Out In Geometry

Why are u the only thing on my mind? 
I'm trying to pay attention in geometry. 
Why can't I be without u, 
Without losing my sanity? 
Why do I need u in my life? 
Why must u be different than the rest? 
I try to be happy on my own,
But your my biggest test! 
Oh crap, Mr. G just asked me a question,
And I don’t know what to say! 
I haven’t paid attention this class,
In fact I haven’t all day! 
I was spaced out in geometry 
And daydreamed through phys. ed 
Now i'm supposed to answer #8 
I need to start using my head. 
I think the answer's 32 
No, wait its 33. 
When I answer everyone laughs 
And I sink into my seat. 
I’m not on the right question, 
I’m not even on the right page! 
Everyone is staring at me, 
I feel like I’m on stage! 
Should I sing a little song,
or break dance on the floor? 
I look at the right question, 
The answer's 64. 
Thank God it's finally over, 
Everyone looks away. 
I look at the clock, and sigh in relief
Because there’s only 10 minutes left of the school day.
I blame this all on you 
Because your always on my mind. 
I can never concentrate 
Cause I think of you all the time!


Details | I do not know? | |

A 17 year old writer.......!

The pseudo alacrity that he is callow,
Lacking emotions, maturity shallow,
Ignorance ammassed, adulthood fallow,
When summarizing vices, all but hallow!

Writing about the footprints of Marriage,
The opposite sexes' ultimate courage,
Bestowed hatred, ransacked heritage,
Frankness kicked for a conventional adage!

Writing boldly about the bold profession,
Of the vexed fair sex, the last option,
Me, shooed away in the biased election,
'Remain in your limits', the unanimous admonition!

Describing the instincts of a teen,
His wild thoughts, crave obscene, 
'Too young to know', advice harsh and mean,
Empathy, curiosity, the unvalued beings!

Generation of young writers,ought to be recognized,
Share of the wrinkles, not to be aggrandized,
Opposing the latter has never been our prize,
Judge us by candidness, a feeling of Paradise!


Details | I do not know? | |

Color me blue

Color me blue,
because of the sky.
color me blue,
so i can fly high.
color me blue,
because of the sea.
color me blue,
so i can be free.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Can You Hear Me Now?

In the Bible the book of James reads like a Shakesperian play
With words that are archaic and not used as much these days
James writes of his concerns about how to lead an ethical life
How one should communicate in order to follow the ways of Jesus Christ
But in society today proper language seems to have gotten lost somehow
Can you understand what people are saying, can you hear me now?
For It's not so much as what you say, but It's how you say it.

Ebonics, street lingo and generation X slang words
It's not so much  about can you hear me, 
but do you understand what you have heard
"Put some frosting on your bling-bling"
Now what in the heck does that mean?

Some rap music isn't so bad, 
If you can comprehend the main point
But most of those songs seem to address violence 
and the gangster life in the joint

We need to set an example with the proper Christian tone
Re-teach the youth of today to communicate
in a language that's not all their own
May God make them the instruments to carry forth His story
Pray that they come to understand the with Him, there Is glory

Can you hear me now? a slogan that Verizon does use
Can you understand me now with the words that I choose?
The diversity in the university
Is just a sign of the individuality
There's nothing wrong with being unique 
and marching to the beat of a different drum
BUt can you hear me now 
and do you understand where I'm coming from?



Details | I do not know? | |

I'm That One Kid...

I am that one kid
that is quiet at school,
but fun at home.
I am that one kid 
that longs to be 
beautiful, even though 
everyone says I am. 
I am that one kid 
that is serious about 
school and her future.
I am that one kid 
who loves to read and write
and hopes to be a writer someday.
I am that one kid that writes poetry
from her feelings, and not for fun.
I am that one kid 
that has glasses and
hates wearing them, 
but she needs to see.
I am that one kid who 
people call anorexic, 
even though I'm not.
I am that one kid
that is religous and
believes in the Lord.
I am that one kid 
who has alot of friends.
I am that one kid
that loves to make people laugh.
Yeah, I am that one kid.


Details | Lyric | |

Beautiful in My Eyes

Dedicated to my teacher, who has helped me more than she'll ever 
know

When the world denies your hard work 
Refusing your wisdom in years,
Please, just remember what I’m saying,
Please don’t cry any tears. 
People will try to bring you down
No matter what you do
But know this, these words I say,
‘Cause you and I know they are true.
Your hard work has helped me this year
I wouldn’t be who I am without you
This life I live right here and now
Is possible because of what you do.
You encourage my hopes and all my dreams
And help me reach my goal
I wouldn’t be me without you
These seeds, I wouldn’t be able to sow.
You have helped me learn how to write
In fact, you taught me yourself
Whether you’ve realized it or not, 
You’ve helped me become myself.
I can’t imagine eighth grade without you
It’s been a wonderful year
I can’t believe I’m now saying good-bye
And beginning to hold back tears.
I know how you try to be perfect
At least  some of the time,
You like to do everything you can
To help me find a rhythm or a rhyme.
And life isn’t always perfect
In fact, it rarely is
It’s often so sudden and indistinct
It feels like a giant pop quiz.
But no matter where life takes you,
No matter how bad you may want to cry,
Remember these words that I’ve said to you
And know that you’re beautiful in my eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

A load of bull

You said he's too old for her because there's a three year age difference.
What you said is a load of bull and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
The love these two share is something great.
But you say they shouldn't be allowed to date.
Because he's nineteen and she's sixteen, you say he's too old.
That's incorrect and there's something that you should be told.
A twenty-three year old man dated and married his fifteen year old bride.
They've been happily married for over fifty years and she's still by his side.
So don't say that a mere three year age difference is too much, that's a load of 
bull.
You say that he's too old but you're not the parent so you can't make that a rule.


Details | Imagism | |

paint me as i am

paint me in all my imperfection

and i'll be the pictur of perfection 

paint me in all my faults 

and i'll be flawless  

paint me in all my  wrongs 

so i have none 

paint  me as i am 

becauce i can not be changed


Details | Free verse | |

Pen Stains

The pen stains
you wear like badges
scattered tatters across
your khaki JNCO jeans
tell me more than
your irreverent demeanor

May you fly high.


Details | Couplet | |

Sharing with Dad

Don't you tell me how you feel,
shut your trap now here's the deal,
you do all the things you should,
and if your'e really,really good,
I won't beat you with a switch,
I won't kick you in the ditch,
I won't scream and 
punch your head,
just be glad that you're
not dead.
Go share that and see what's what,
you think you're so stinking hot,
now go to bed or scrub the floor,
don't let me hear that stuff no more.


Details | Verse | |

The Dream No One Seemed to Belive

The Boy Who Was Misunderstood 
The boy who really wished he could
Achive the dream 
Nonone seem to belive 
That the boy could achive such a dream.

Copyrighted  (C)

Jay Thapar 


Details | Free verse | |

The Book

You and I know it's all written.
A book of all our futures.
We both want to find this "book"
And tear it to shreads on the floor.
We both want to tells loved ones, teachers. 
When you see it like us, it's too great to ignore.
It's time. That's it.
This is what everybody wants,
But what you only get once.
If we could rewrite it, it would
Once again be "One nation under God."
People get blinded by a sight that they could
Finally see peace, and that is really what you want. 
WE want to close this book and stop time,
Rewrite the book and live happily ever after,
Light candles, watch them fade,
Sit back, see what happens from our view.
But we know, we could NEVER see this book.
Whatever the therapist is jotting down,
Whatever the book beholds.
All we can do is let it happen.
Right now, in this moment, it is written.
Not just what's past, not just the future.
All you can do is let it take it's course
And be a puppet. You can do something 
Great, but only if you believe it is written.
And, if you are wise, you will know
To love or hate time, or just go with the book.


Details | I do not know? | |

Writing a poem

So many emotions,
In my head.
Guilt and longing,
And even dread.

How to pick just one,
I’ve not quite caught,
Because all the emotions,
Are quite a lot.

I could write about love,
Or maybe even hope,
For in my mind,
I’m familiar with both.

But, even I could
 Write about fear,
Or my loneliness,
When no ones near.

But, I cannot pick,
 And choose just one,
But, I really don’t have to,
Because my poem is done.


Details | Narrative | |

Another Sleepless Night

I’m too tired to sleep
So I’ll sit here and write,
trying to make the night go away,
and turn into day
As the words are flowing,
Time is slowly ticking by
My tired eyes can barely see the screen,
but Sandman won’t come and send me into a dream
There’s no relief in sight
I’m stuck here writing,
trying to pass another sleepless night


Details | Free verse | |

Silver encasement

Silver encasement
I rest my hands on
while my fingers
do the talking, walking,
pounding buttons
faster and faster
sloughing off of head
until they all
spiral out of control
and I’m already wrapped 
up inside another


Details | I do not know? | |

Incomplete Thought

Uncertainty of something so certain
That has an uncertain end
Eternally searching for ways to mend
A broken mind with leaking emotions from a shattered vessel
It seems like I forgot what made me special
And precious
Am I jealous?
If I am I don’t know who
But I doubt if that’s true
What am I to do?
Nothing to construe
But I’ll leave my problem up to you
And for you to fathom
And think about
With every chance I get 
I scream and shout
But what upsets me
No one seems to remember
But they always forget me
But what affects me?
I don’t have a clue
With all that said and done
Here is what I conclude
Me and my attitude
Got too many problems
I need help to solve them
I search for answers
When there is no explanation
Life’s toughest breaks
Cease my concentration
With little or no contemplation
Slight hesitation
To request demonstrations
For any translation
Of my bedazzling situations
My mind’s cramped like menstruation
In need of spiritual penetration
To reach the source causing a many complications
So I can feel that sensation
And feel the infatuation
Of being human and breathing breath
Then I’ll look forward to life after death
Even if I am the last one left
I’m ready for spiritual theft
And my rhyme so def
I am the most def
Most definitely,
Equivalent to the definition
Compare me to you 
And you’ll see what you are missing
Human snakes hissing
And twirling their tongues of guile
I reveal to them the truth
But they still in denial
Spiritual war may take a while
But when I’m in hard times I smile
And avoids things that are vile
Because I know my inner demons
Ain’t ready for this child
Born to be wild
Developed my own style
But about to be grown


Details | I do not know? | |

To A Young Poet (Fiboquatro, V.1)

Young
Mind,
Chaste and
Innocent,
Oh, gently whirlwinds  
Through wonder page of whisperer

Fragile, yet too prevailing
Sweet smile upon his tender age
Youthful and witty, his charms tinge
This world o’ mine, with glade of sage



Note: 

Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of 2 or 3 stanzas, 
a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with
an abab rhyme scheme. The specific theme for this form 
is more of love and inspiration, but a poet writing in this 
form can have his/her own choice of theme. Visit my site 
to learn more: http://thesoundofpoetryreview.wordpress.com/




Details | Verse | |

What I Have To Say

I cry my tears
But they are mistaken

For rain

I write my words
But they are mistaken

For outlets

They may be outlets
But you are mistaken

Here's why:

I do not write
To vent to space

The emptiness of the world
As I hear nothing but air

I cry to be heard
Though no one will listen

I give a shoulder
When someone tells me their story

But no one asks for mine

I am shrugged off after I have listened

But what about you?
When have you listened?

Given me advice I have never gotten before?
When have I received even a hint

Of thanks?

What am I, but the words I type on a keyboard
To be read by the public, but never really understood

Who am I, but a person behind
Yet another username

Am I to be cast out of mind
As easily as a Saturday morning cartoon?

Will no one listen
When I have problems of my own?

I will never tire of helping those I care about
Through their pains, and helping them succeed

But I would also like
To be heard in return

To be helped as I have helped

To be understood as I have understood

To be more than a shoulder to rest on
When my Earthly cares weigh down on me

I want to be more
Than a figure in the crowd

More than a writer
With no one to read my words

I want to be noticed
Heard for what I have to say


Details | I do not know? | |

Close Calls

So many close calls
Wishing I was dead right now
So many close calls
I gotta live for God right now
So many close calls
That could've ended my life right now
So many close calls
I gotta be a soulja right now
So many close calls
Thank God I'm alive right now
It could've ended within a few seconds
Gettin' caught up in the streets
Could leave you hangin' in the streets
Writing poetry to keep my mind cleared up
Thinking so many thoughts in my head
Wonder if it'll ever fall off
So many close calls
People think if the fear of dying will ever cross my mind
I say no and keep reaching to the Lord
Close calls could leave you speechless within a heart attack
Thinking of the kids growing with no role models
What about us?
We gotta fight and live for the truth now


Details | Rhyme | |

Book a Trip

Book a trip
On board the Great Railways
In mysteries and histories of your nation
Riding from destination to destination;
Saddle up for other trails to blaze
With each page you flip.

Book a trip
On board the wings of flight
And fly to distant lands
Discovering times and races and
languages and cultures day and night;
Take off from the airstrip.

Book a trip
On board a craft for outer space
And go beyond earthly depiction
To terrestrial fact or fiction
Where fantasy is commonplace,
And imagination is the ship.

Book a trip
On board a seafaring vessel
And sail the seven seas for love
And adventure directed from above;
Dive into ocean worlds, and nestle
Into nature for other tips.

Book a trip
In your free time or if it's a bore
And learn the past, present and future
The sciences and how to suture,
The arts and games and so much more
In silence or with words on your lips.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reality

I can do better
without your help
I can do better 
all by myself
You leave me at home
and its not cool
You make me feel 
like a dumb fool
i wait for your call
but you never think to dial
i used to love you, 
you even made me smile
but now all i have are tears, 
tears that roll down my cheek
i used to be strong 
but with you i'm constantly weak
I'm sorry i have to leave you
but its something your making me do
because you've pushed me to the edge
you're making me leave you
but i do love you
and i always will i swear
but i feel I'm the only the only one
in this relationship and its not fair


Details | Free verse | |

Different

I'm sorry i'm not perfect,
too bad my life is sad. 
Try to hear me out, 
before you all get mad.
Don't laugh in my face, 
it was only an opinion.
I try to express myself,
but you always shut me down.
How can I be who I am,
if you won't accept me now?
Each day I live a lie,
just to see you smile.
You always push me around,
like i'm not worth this sh--.
I guess you don't understand,
I was born who I am.
You look at me crazy,
whenever I pass you by.
How am I so different from you?
I just want to know why...

My name is always in your mouths,
but you have no reason why.
Talk about someone else,
a person that lives to lie.
So now you want to be my friend,
but didn't you tell her something else?
I'm not your backup toy,
so don't treat me like some boy.
I am NOT a dog,
you get to throw around.
I am a human with feelings too.
So what if I cry at times,
you act as if you never do.


Details | Lyric | |

Depressing Blessing

It’s a depressing blessing
I am finally able to write
sure, I’m losing the fight with unhappiness
but a momentary triumph is mine
as I pour out what I’m feeling
as I’m revealing what is on my mind
if only the victory weren’t so brief
I’d never need to write again
I’d never need to be loved
I’d never need to feel accepted
I’d never have to face rejection
I’d never have to notice my imperfections
I’d never be unhappy again


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sorry

I’m sorry, my words didn’t come out right
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your night
My mind is panicked
My heart is frantically beating
I just have this fear that soon you’ll be leaving me
I need to learn to choose my words with caution
because my tones never turn out 
the way they’re meant to sound
All of what I said,
was just me kidding around
I didn’t want you to worry
and I’m grateful that you care
Just accept my most sincere apology
and believe me when I say I’m sorry


Details | Lyric | |

When Will I Stop?

How long can I last before I’m washed up?
When will I give up this joy in my life?
Will I quit in a year?
Will I write ‘til my end?
How many cycles of happiness and sadness will they embody?
Will they ever mature like the boy into a man?
Can they ever make a difference in somebody’s life?
Or will they always be merely a way to see inside of me?
Do they bear fortunes in my future?
Will I ever be appreciated as a poet?
Will I eventually find out that I have hundreds,
even thousands of admirers,
and didn’t even know it for so long?
The future of my escape,
of my expression,
of my falling depressions,
and of my rising delights
is ever so uncertain


Details | Rhyme | |

OutSpoken

What will she say next?
To turn a simple saying complex.
What will she write this time?
To change complexity into a vulgar crime?
We want you to understand.
They need to have freedom banned.
For fear of impressionable minds.
The youthful kinds.
To keep them jaded.
Freeing them from the torture that has been faded.
It's still there.
Hard and strong, unable to compare.
Hidden beauty in the disgrace.
Ugliness in every place.
Broken homes and hearts.
Ability is lost to put back the parts.
So what will he say that’s new?
To make everything you think to be untrue.
And what will he write now?
To raise your eager brow.
So leave the truth up the observant.
Because our emotions are raw and fervent.


Details | Rhyme | |

Letter

Why do I keep remembering memoriez from my past? 
Why do I try hard to make each moment last?
Why are there so many liez behind every mans eyez? 
Why when I really love someone he grows apart and dies?
Why is it when Im writing I feel so alive? 
Why when I see a pool of trouble I always seem to dive?
Why when I cant control myself I look at my hands and theres that knife? 
Why do I feel Ill be struggling my whole life?
Why couldnt my life be simple? 
Why do I suffer out of billions of teenagers?
Why do I hurt and my life never gets better? 
Why do I gotta share all this through this letter?
Why do I dig up so many empty graves? 
Why do I find myself writing for days?
Why when they try to play me they get knocked out? 
Why when I change my direction I end up on the same route?
Why dont yall understand what Im about? 
Why do I find myself writing and writing?
Why am I asking questions I already got answers to?
Why do I try hard to make things better? 
Go ahead, sit down and Ill write you another letter!