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PhoenixYou can kick me
scream in my face
kick me down and rub me in the dirt
Burn me with your anger
and start my soul on fire...
But I shall rise!
Like a phoenix from the ashes,
I shall rise!
And no one shall ever
take me down.
Tear me down
and lash out with your fear
that you shall be alone.
Break my legs with your anger
that you are alone again.
Just try and tear me down.
For I shall fly.
Like a phoenix taking wing,
I shall fly
and I am never coming DOWN!
So if you think you can hurt me anymore
If you think I care about what you think.
If you are angry at the world
for not being perfect for you.
Remember that I will rise,
like a phoenix from the ashes
I will rise!
And I will fly,
Like a phoenix taking wing,
I will fly!
And I am never coming down!
I turned in a poem that other students didn't think a teen could've written for Friday (my teacher reads a student poem every Friday). It was by anonymous so most still don't know it was me.
BTW I forgot to say thank you and I hope your teacher (If you're still in High school) realizes that not everyone is dumb.
Teachers at my school are hilarious... Pre Calc Teacher: "Okay, let's play orange juice and Concentrate..."
"Let's play doctor and have some patience (patients)."
"Okay, everybody... if you have a boyfriend, dump him, if you have a girlfriend, dump her... if you don't know, dump it. Your calculator is your new best friend."
We also played Bullshit with our Culinary Arts Teacher. After that, we played Spoons and when a kid pointed a spoon at herself, the teacher yelled out BULLSHIT!
Well, it's official now what I got in the Bookerworm Flash fiction writing competition....2ND PLACE!
EJ those are awesome! i like Phoenix a lot!
I forgot to post a few things up I just realized... I have lots more poetry now, lol.
lol! well post them now cuz i want to read more
CRY OUTI wait for you
but what will I do
when you don't show
where will I go.
Will you be here?
I cry out of fear
but you don't hear
these voices jeer.
You're part of me
but why don't I see
that you will always be
the one from which I flee.
We begin to separate
as I cry out of hate
as my screams resonate
and as they reverberate.
I cried out to no reply
so why do I even try
to survive when I can die...
when I can say goodbye...
EJ Luv Zombie wrote: "CRY OUT
I wait for you
but what will I do
when you don't show
where will I go.
Will you be here?
I cry out of fear
but you don't hear
these voices jeer.
You're part of me
but why don't ..."
nice
I wait for you
but what will I do
when you don't show
where will I go.
Will you be here?
I cry out of fear
but you don't hear
these voices jeer.
You're part of me
but why don't ..."
nice
WHO ARE YOU?What is the definiton of perfection?
Who started these beliefs of beauty?
Where did these myths come from?
When did they start to become true?
Why is there no answer from you?
Who are you, to tell me that I'm
less than what I should be?
Who are you, to list the things
that I should do to be me?
I don't need to listen to you!
According to myself, I am perfect!
According to my soul, I am beauty!
According to my heart, I am the one
to tell you that I don't care
about what you think... Who are you...
Who are you, to touch me?
Who are you, to break me down?
Who are you, trying to hurt me?
Who are you, causing all this pain?
Who are you, to try to make me feel this way...
I don't need to listen!
I don't need to follow!
I don't need to try again!
I don't need to lie!
I don't need to be what you want me to be...
Who are you...
yep u did lol. i really like this
HEARTWhere is my heart now...
I lost it so long ago
I simply can't remember
where it is.
I wish it would come
back to me...
I feel so alone
without it now.
There's a beating in here
but there's nothing to feel
just empty space
and broken dreams.
I may never feel its touch
or it's gentle reminder
that it's inside of me...
of what I used to be.
Broken...They call me garbage
that I'm usless
I'm trash along the road
blowing in the wind.
They call me nothing.
That I'm no one
that I don't feel
that I don't care.
They call me goth
that I cut myself
that I dress dark
that I scare their kids.
They look, but do not see
the deeper part of me
the part that that they can't touch
that I keep hidden from the world.
My heart.
That is what I hide
so no one goes inside
and breaks it apart again.
They call me garbage
They call me nothing
They me a cutter who bleeds,
They call me trash.
But they're the ones
who look only on the outside
and not at who I may truly be...
but now I feel they may be right
that I'm broken and useless
that I'm trashy and garbage
that I'm cutting my wrist
that I hide away myself.
I know the last be true
for it is what I do.
I hide my broken soul deep
my broken heart, which I still keep.
Mirror, MirrorYou've always shown me
what I truly looked like.
You've shown me my flaws
and made me fix them.
You show me what I don't want to see.
You show me all that I wish I was.
You show me the cracks and the breaks.
You show me the pain in my eyes.
As I smash you to pieces.
I can feel your pain
as I break you down to dust.
I can feel you shatter.
As the shards fall,
I still see myself
as you mock my image.
I just want you to go.
Why can't you stop?
You're everywhere I look.
You reflect my insecurities,
my pain, and what I hate.
I cry out at you
but you just scream back
what I yell so I smash
you to pieces, but you're here
and you'll never leave me alone...
EndingWill it end cold,
like a book by Picoult?
Will it end on the rocks
like a book by Sparks?
Or will it be beautiful...
like a rose in the spring.
Will it be beautiful
like the tinkle of bells as they ring.
So tell me
what is our ending?
Is our love beautiful?
Will we end beautiful?
Or will I fall
into the void
if I find out
that with my heart you toyed.
It's you that makes my heart beat
I'm lost without you and your touch
You who made my heart skip if we should meet.
Your love is beautiful, so beautiful...
At the end of it all
I wanna be in your arms...
And if I should fall
I wanna land in your arms...
So tell me...
how will our end be...
will it be beautiful...
so beautiful...
Will my life find me by your side?
If I die will I find you by my side?
'Cause together we're beautiful...
so beautiful...
I'm still hesitant to say that I'm good at poetry...Moonlight...
I lay down in bed
crying sorrowful tears.
This pain, this void
I feel within me.
The pain lets me know
that I'm still alive;
I'm still awake
I haven't died.
When out of the night
there comes a light
with a boy with wings
and a halo floating above.
"Come with me,"
he said as he opened the glass
"Come with me,"
he said as floated into the room.
I walked to the boy
I didn't know why,
why I'd go to this boy
who knew how to fly.
But go I did
and he took my hand
and we flew away
to a mystical land.
I laughed, I sang
I'd never felt so great,
but then I flew home
without this boy I met.
I peered in the window
and saw my mother
walk into my room
as she saw I was gone.
She burst into tears
and I heard her cry,
but I did nothing to soothe her
as my hand slid down the glass.
The boy came back then
and we flew away
to the land in the sky
where everything was gay.
But then I woke up
and I looked around my room.
I started to cry
inside of this gloom.
The pain lets me know
that I'm still alive;
That I'm awake,
I haven't died...
why are u hesitant to call urself good in poetry? u are really good
Because only people on Goodreads know I write this...
well then take our word for it, ur good
Well, about four people have told me that on here so I'm going to have to take ur word for it. 8D
A Little White Lie
The seeds of deceit
grown to create trees
of despair that blossom
with beautiful lies...
Deplorable, depressing,
Disgusting, distressing.
A perplexing problem
with a predictable premonition.
A tactical misrepresentation,
a terminological inexactitude,
a flirtatiously flamboyant fib,
and a failing falling fallacy.
A valiant villain vivaciously
revealing rewritten remarks
in ill-will to ixnay information
on other organizations.
Oh, what a lie to spread
like dust over the Sahara.
What a lie that has spread
so far to these unearthly reaches.
A simple word to mean all of the above
is used in day-to-day occurence.
Whether a fib, a subversion, a tale,
a story, a myth, a legend, or even fable.
They are all one and the same
a rose by any other name is
still just as sweet, and this rose
has its thorns...
This is more like chocolate
with too much added cocoa.
For nothing is as bittersweet
as a well-told lie...
The poem "Who are You?" shall be showcased January 15th on a website known as Poetry Breakfast.com. You should check it out and read the poem if you haven't already. Thank you for all your support and help.
I have a face for every group
None of them are the same
I switch back and forth so much
I have forgotten what the true me is
I hide my secrets
I hide my shame
I hide the hate that builds in me
I tell lies to people
and then turn away
my face so they don't see the truth.
These people I am are just facades
that I trade and swap at every place
what i would give to turn back time
and to find out what truly is my face.