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Sing a Song of Sex and SeductionWhen the noise under your bed's just a little too scary,
"Mommy, Daddy, a monster's coming to get me!"
So they'd check under your bed so you would see
That the monster in your room was only in your dreams.
We live in a world of lies.
What really happens when you turn out the lights
And half the world goes dark for the night?
None of us really knows what's right.
It's a world of destruction,
That we allow ourselves to divulge in.
And the sad thing is it's like a suction.
We allow ourselves to be sucked in.
Do you want your child, your baby girl, to ask,
"What's sex and seduction?"
Put two and two together to make the deduction;
Media's about to make an eruption.
My writing teacher once said,
"Ouija boards don't talk to the dead!"
It took me a while to get it through my head
That maybe he's right...
But I tried it instead.
It's so hard to see the truth anymore.
Kids younger and smaller are looking at porn.
Super NovaThere's a universe between your emotions and my feelings.
It takes a thousand light years for my smile to register on your lips,
And even then it comes out diluted
As if washed away by sand.
There's a galaxy between your stirrings and my movements.
When we touch, stars collide...
And it creates a black hole;
I can't help but get sucked into its grasp
Just to be crushed by the thick nothingness of your eyes.
We work like a solar system,
But I'm Pluto.
You say I act as though the whole relationship revolves around me
Yet you're my sun.
We're destined to collide,
But not fast enough for me.
And as I keep reaching out for you,
You keep sending me solar flares.
We're on opposite sides of planet Earth.
I'm with the polar bears and you're with the penguins.
They tear at my heart when I tear at the ice to reach you,
But I only have a spoon to dig
And your jacket to keep me warm.
A country is what holds us apart.
My lack of mobility keeps me here
While your friends pin you down
Like the tent yo
The Tragedy of Romeo and JulietThe lovers...
They won't stop
They won't stop
He won't stop
She won't stop
They lie in blood that's
Their parents stopped
The lovers wouldn't be
Dance in the Stars-
Star light, star bright
The first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
Take my hand, come with me
Into a world of mystery
Cloaked in darkness, you will see
Enchanted lights of fantasy
Take a bow, spin around
Your hand in mine is safely bound
Hear the music, dance in the sound
Night is humming all around
Into the stars, we will go
Past the planes and clouds and snow
Up in the heavens, we will glow
And forget our hearts on the ground below
So take my hand, come with me
Into the mists of fantasy
Live in the music, dance with me
Together we'll make history
PovertyWash the crimson away--
The red that paints this city.
Take my slumber away--
The horrors in every dream.
I'm falling on my knees,
Spare one last night for me.
This Afghan poverty
Makes me plead--
Death stop shadowing me.
Chase these ravens away--
Hunger that hunts so many.
See children waste away--
This plague we call poverty.
Romeo and Juliet Children's Book (ACT 1)Two kids falling in love,
Where the summer sun sets,
As innocent as a white dove.
There are no regrets.
Fighting is everywhere,
Trying to end their love.
The world doesn't play fair.
But all problems, they rise above...
Recently, on a not-so-far away planet named Verona, there was a boy named Romeo. Romeo was the son of a beloved family: the Montagues. Now the Montagues had an ancient grudge against another beloved family named the Capulets. Nobody knows why they fought--in fact, the fight is quite pointless. Even so, they fought all the time.
One day, a fight broke out in the streets of Verona. Mud was flying, children were screaming...just like any other day. Except...
Today was the day that the prince of Verona has had enough of the bickering. He went out on his horse and gave a long, tiring speach about how the two families were scaring the other people who lived there. The mud-fighters felt bad about what they had done, so they stopped fighting.
One of those fighters was Romeo.
To This Day ProjectWhen I was younger, I was bullied. Every day I would go to school in complete dread, terrified of what was in store for me--what they would do to me. I live in a small town with a graduating class of less than 300; a fifth of those kids knew me in grade school and none of them did a thing to stop it.
The whole school was against me, right down to those little Pre-Kindergartners who couldn't even read correctly...yet they knew the power in what calling someone a freak could be. They knew that I was one person against a whole army of kids and I could do nothing but wallow in pain as I waited for the day to be over.
And all because I fell out of a go-cart at my friend's house and she go grounded for it...She had the audacity to tell everyone I jumped out and blamed it on her.
But you see...I know I'm not the only one.
To this day, kids are being tortured in school for being different.
To this day, teachers are doing the equivalence of nothing to help them.
To this day, p
FlareI'm not doing this for the fame,
This isn't about publicity;
It's more about the shame,
But it's all about the pain
And it's driving me insane.
It's the sadness that makes me scream.
What makes me cower in a corner
Are the lies I've believed.
The fact that I don't trust so easily
But fall for someone so quickly
Makes it seem
That there's no hope out there for me...
And it's tearing me to shreds.
Normally in this sadness,
I just fade into the blackness.
This is for some reason different...
I'm not sure what it is;
Maybe it's the sentiment,
Or maybe it's the rashness.
I'm such a mess...
I can't finish this...
Honestly...Just once, I wish I could write you a fictional piece.
In the end, I would have the peace of mind knowing that my life is nothing like what I have written.
It started four years ago, with one leg,
then it spread into the other.
Six months ago, I started losing function of one arm.
Still, I move along.
I wish I could say that this is a fictional piece,
and that I sleep peacefully knowing that my life is nothing like this.
But this is not fiction....
Please, Push me AwayI'm starting to n-e-e-d you,
I'm starting to depend on you.
& I'm starting to want you way more then I already do.
From my past, I know that this feeling is
& All that's going to come out of this is b/r-ok/e-n hearts and salty tears,
I'm going to hurt you,
FreeThere is times when I wish I could fly.
Like birds on the street.
Be able to fly when conditions wasn't meant for human me.
Like ducks flying south.
If only I didn't have to worry about being shot down.
There is times when I wish I could live under water.
Like school fish going along with the currents.
Like sharks, who roam the sea.
Just swimming to my hearts content.
If only I didn't have to worry about the water being polluted or being hunted down as food.
There is times I escape to my dreams.
Where I can be anyone or anything.
In a land of clouds or water, far from any pain.
If only I didn't have nightmares...
.. If only I didn't know nightmares could be real..
There is times I wish I could be free..
Like birds, fish or the people of my dreams..
Yet I'm forever bound to reality..
I just want to be free.
Dear anorexiaWhat have you done to her?
How did you make her act
Make her do these things to herself
Made her skip her meals
Made her throw
What little she'd eaten
Denying her hunger
Living in it
Living with it
Excusing her way out of eating
Feigning being sick
Not to eat
Not to get fat
Weighing herself all the time
Yearning for the lesser pounds
Making herself loose them
One by one
Lying to others
Hiding her illness
Being too sick already
To see it herself
But it's too late now
She's too lost in it
Not wanting help
Not knowing she needs it
She's ending up
Where she never expected to be
Where she somehow already knew
She's lying in the hospital bed
At the border of starvation
Not denying it
But at the same time
More depressed that ever
Lost in her emotions
Not wanting to break free
Not allowed to
By her mind
Loosing every single
How did this happen?
What have you done?
Where is this happ
Why anorexiaWhy must I
Throw up at any given chance?
Why must I
Skip every meal I can?
Why must you
Be such a dominant part of me?
Why must you
Do this to me?
Why must they
Think something is wrong?
Why must they
Assume I'm sick?
Why must you
Grand me this power
Why must you
Make me loose reality
Why must I
Always wish for the lower pounds?
Why must I
Always reach them and want less
Why anorexia, why?
Aren't I good enough for you?
What is it you with for?
What is it you are trying to achieve?
Dear anorexia, please leave me alone.
The number of calories
What the scale says
That I currently weigh
A perfect flute score
Earning a hug from my father
The number of hugs last year
With which he could bother
The number of years
It's been since he died
The lowest grade on my report card
The number of non-accidental scars
Currently on my body
The number of roles
Which I've embodied
Written on the tag of jeans
I could not force myself to buy
The age when
I told my first lie
The number of crew hours
I have left at the least
The amount of money I need
For Beauty and the Beast
The number of instruments
I can proficiently play
The number of notes
I missed today
The number of months
Since I first touched my wrists
How many numbers actually matter
And that one
OwnedYou don't own me
I'm not your fucking property
Maybe you were young once and you were broken as well
But that doesn't mean you know me
Or have any idea what I deal with
The demons I grapple with
When I tell you this I know
All you'll do is laugh at me
And act like you know me better than I do
You'll treat me like I'm stupid
But if you really knew all that I deal with
And that maybe the notes and the words that I escape into
Are the only way I can feel him
You would apologize
If for one second your mind wrapped around the things I struggle with
For once, you'd shut your mouth
ScarsYou say you've been scarred,
Hurt for life,
Stuck in pain,
You can't be healed,
But that's not true.
You've been wounded,
And wounds do hurt,
Even more if you keep picking the scabs,
But wounds heal,
And a scar just marks where a wound once was.
SexIf you are expecting me to talk about sex, because this poem is titled that way
You will find nothing relating to such matters; the purpose was to lead you astray
I could have titled it "Individuality," "Independence," or even "Good Intentions,"
But truth be told, no poetry would I have sold; my work would receive no attention
Because I do not have the courage to speak my mind and defy the status quo
I feel that it is best for me to trot down the easy road
The road in which a senseless rhyme can lead you to success
The road in which you will be worshipped for exposing your bare breasts
The road in which nothing else matters if you are tall, slim, and tan
The road in which you are praised for accomplishing something anyone else can
Why should I take this path though?
Why should I let my virtues reek?
Why should I fabricate abhorrent rhapsodies that defy my own beliefs?
I would rather die than allow submission to self-treason
People change themselves for all the wrong reasons
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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