Youth Prose Poems

your name 
could you even tell me your name
has it always been the same
by any other?
all I sense are thorns

tell me I am mistaken
that you...

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sepia still
tattered coffee stained pictures 
hold the everlasting portrait of nevermore

eternal empty stares
dead pupils
jaundice glare

words forever on the verge of being spoken
never being heard 
or...

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Since the beginning,
I've been beating here,
telling Papa, "Boys can cook, too..."
In flames, sometimes...
Downright heart broken some nights...
The moonlight...
So many smiling faces after heartbreaks...
Letting go sometimes...

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Love story

You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your...

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Why is it so hard to be around people? I mean, maybe it's unfair that I should talk of the general public based on my...

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I knew you hated me,I knew you despised me,
I knew you were my enemy,I mean my foe
I Knew you wanted me dead,buried O`engraved,
I Knew you...

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He doesn’t care how cute she is, how smart she is; He didn't care if she looked like his mother... Didn't know she was his...

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The sky and the ground have given you this body and you have destroyed it! The stars and the moon have sacrificed themselves for you...

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Uncertain Picture

We see her in the garden of this world. 
Adorned in beauty seldom seen among women.        ...

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Tears rain from eyes
For now I know that you lied
But I had believed in you when you said forever

I never thought we would be apart...

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I unconditionally love the eutony heard by
my soul when I hear certain words.
zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z,
are particular favorites, for several sing-songy...

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Cry Mercy

Her pack of pain upon her back, old mother
struggles to make her way uphill on the street.
Sometimes when the pain is an exquisite knife,
she...

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Old Women

Old women are forgotten wombs
whose graceless bodies have fed
the word, then been sent
to sit in its shadow
not quite seen, not acknowledged,
not nurtured

They are more...

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Youth, concept of the aging vessel, 
that is rooted in fear; what is fear?

Fear is the decaying root of doubt; 
dig it up, burn it...

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no matter  who you are
here or far
this you can't do
no doudt
it will come out
you must  tell your youth
CAN,T HIDE
THE  TURTH...

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they say this and that
its way its at
 its todays youth
rapping the truth
the music has a beat
HIPHOP SPEAK...

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I was a kid when I looked up at the sky
I was a kid when I pointed my finger at that star
I was a kid...

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Empetiness


Life make me empty sometimes, 
It make me feel like empetiness around me.

I feel all are silent and things not moving ,
It make me feel...

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Art is Long; Time is...

Art is longer than a heart-beat,
time is shorter than a hand-shake. 
David's maker, Michelangelo, made 
him taller than a mortal man—...

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