She’s the only other girl in class.
She laughs at me in the hall,
pushes me, calls me names,
spreads rumors like wildfire—
everyone hears them, everyone believes them.
I want to scream.
I want to tell someone.
But I’m scared.
Scared no one will believe me,
not even the teachers.
So I swallow it all.
Every insult.
Every rumor.
Every push and shove.
I bottle it up.
I smile at school like everything’s fine,
but inside I’m shaking, breaking.
Her words stick to me like glue.
Lightly touching leaf of a lilac
a ladybug sunned herself delicately
dainty and demure, hurting no one
Yellow lily strived to make herself tempting
Bug gave her a nod, and a wink
Understanding there were more flowers to visit
Gave lilac a healthy good-bye before she shoved off
The flowers that so lovingly you held
And savored for some moment with closed eyes;
The sweets that from their wrappers you unshelled,
For which you gave a kiss to be my prize;
The necklace with a pretty pendant thing
Which on your slender neck you proudly hung;
The ring that on your finger now does cling
And much delighted you had almost sung.
The smiles so innocent and joyful arms
That welcomed me when I came to your house--
Oh, you did win me over with your charms,
But it’s not you I wanted to espouse:
You thought the presents were all meant for you,
But ‘twas your sister I desired to woo.
Beneath the towering skyscrapers
lie the crowded slums -
the unchosen dwellers
having no share in the luxury
of glossy goods
and fragrant feasts.
They breath the city's dust
yet toil to build its wealth.
Poverty and illiteracy
stilled their dreams,
but their voices echo
through narrow lanes.
The poor cannot choose
life's swift course;
estranged, they meet
hopes forbidden,
courage divorced.
Political freedom was won,
but other freedoms
still waiting at the threshold
to make it complete.
As Twilight gleams by, from the arrival of dusk,
Both were engaged, in conversation being brusque.
were They wholly sat, beneath the darkness subdued_
Overwhelmed with replies, "I'm not you."
Staggered were thoughts, embedding the head
Where altruism gets mould into such schadenfruede'
While benevolence vanquishes and affinity becomes due,
For the reasons they clarify, "I'm not you."
The name they chant or the bible they preach;
Profound logic they share, comprehended to each.
Entirely identicals, though the question stands by..
"I'm not you" and "you're not I"
I'm calling for healing,
You know how I'm feeling,
Please start revealing,
The layers that need peeling,
Healing the pain.
It's driving me insane,
Causing an energy drain,
I'm straining my brain,
Just trying to maintain.
As the root remains,
Tying me to the pain,
Help me regain the strength,
To heal the wavelength.
I'm a guest in a body,
That allows me to be,
Knee deep in my reality.
Entering the heart I see,
Different aspects of me,
And what makes them happy.
Freeing the mind I find,
A database I left behind,
Of how it was designed.
I do my best to understand,
It always goes as planned,
The body has its own demands.
Ink flowing from a pen,
Words begin taking action,
Having their impact in reality.
Creating special energy,
Thoughts into physicality,
Mending what appears to be,
Torn from their divinity.
I'm sorry that you Fell,
I already see you well.
How long?, you may ask,
Only time will tell.
Seeing GOD all around,
Bound to every entity,
All with a piece of me.
A reflection I see,
Another way to be,
Living separately,
Our own reality.
Free to select,
A different perspective,
Adding to the Collective,
GODs objective,
Created to be effective,
Erected by design,
A piece of the Divine.
Running circles in my mind,
Peace not too far behind,
As the gears grind down,
Thoughts stir around.
I found a new design,
It's min to refine,
I am Divine,
It's time to shine.
Realign this reality,
To the way I wish it to be,
Humanity living peacefully,
Abundantly receiving,
What they need for Believing.
Parallel realities,
Happening within me,
Timelines in infinity,
Experiencing Divinity,
Learning duality,
Earning the trinity,
The holy spirit is within me,
Using love to set me free,
Knowing I live eternally,
Parallel,
Equally,
Everybody a part of me,
Traveling their own reality.
He rode onto the ice with the confidence of ten
You can say that again, you can say that again!
That was the chant by a lovely young penguin
She was immediately smitten by this bad boy Jin
Jin was wearing a scarf knit up by his kin
Making him truly a handsome penguin
the young penguin got on the back, and left with him
We never saw either of these two ever again
The temperature drops
trees look like they are covered
in sharp icicle wings
I do not believe there is anything prettier than Saturdays in October. I absolutely love them. I love the temperature and the guessing game you have to play to decide if you want to take a jacket or not. I love the foliage of the leaves; the in-between stage where they’re not green but not purely yellow or orange or red. I love going pumpkin picking. Between the smell of cider lingering in the air and the commotion of which pumpkin would fit the best on our front steps, it could be one of my favorite days of the year. We as a society can’t agree on much; however, I’ve seen the entirety of the tri-state area at pumpkin patches since I was born. Young, old, men, women, parents, grandparents, teens, infants, everyone enjoys it. I guess we all agree that Saturdays in October were designed for a fun fall plan with friends and family. I believe there is something heartening about the whole experience.
My dreams are like glass
They both end in shatters
And both cause me to bleed
Glass creates visible wounds
Easy to heal.
But the shattered dreams
Hurt me where you cannot see
Instead of pain lying in my hands
It stabs at my heart
Leaving more than just a scar
But both wounds,
Eventually, disappear
All that is left is the painful memory
The shadow of its injury
My false fantasies
A delusion of reality
Something that could never be
My longing for the impossibilities
My youth that began to bloom
Died when I learned to see.
The wave of logic and truth
Poisoned all my dreams
As each day flies by
And life continues on
Each dream is forgotten
And at times I’ll hear
As they whisper inside my head
Talking about how things could’ve been
Sometimes it brings me to tears
Those beautiful glass dreams,
How they aren’t what they seem
But glass dreams aren’t meant to be
They will only make me bleed.
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