a poem that incorporates three words—one that your friend would use to describe you, one a family member would use to describe you, and one YOU would use to describe you 

My companions say I am like a rock,
Once I am in daze I get right back up, 
Nothing is in my way,
As my feet rise once more, 
I see another day,
Only thing that is in my way is me,
I am the only one that can...

a poem that incorporates three words—one that your friend would use to describe you, one a family member would use to describe you, and one YOU would use to describe you 

My companions say I am like a rock,
Once I am in daze I get right back up, 
Nothing is in my way,
As my feet rise once more, 
I see another day,
Only thing that is in my way is me,
I am the only one that can...

My winter light is as sharp as a young lover’s fingernails. We are born from a terrible brightness, fresh and shaking, sun-swallowed and full of pastel breath.

Dear one, courageous face of God, tell me your little secrets, polish your fingernails until they shine.

Sometimes I wish things were different
Like the way things are gets really hard 
Seems like I cant stay in one place for too long
Like the world is against me having a stable home
Somehow I've always known that no matter what happens
I just have to make all these places my home 
And its hard to not have a stable home 
Because when things always change
My mind has a hard time
Holding together

I woke up one morning,
and while changing my clothes,
I happened to look down.
Red streaks marked my skin.

Fear clutched my heart as it tried to comprehend
why the blanket of tissue covering it
was different.

Panicked googling lead to confusing discoveries.
"Stretch marks"
Mind racing to understand
why I'd have them.
I thought those were for pregnant women
and those who lose weight quickly.

More research lead me to realize that
this is normal
for those who...

I wish I was the chosen one
the one with green eyes and a lightning scar
the one who plays the seeker
But I'm the boy who lost there toad
the one whos afraid of professor Snape
the one that plays with plants
My cheeks go red when her red hair swings by
but she's got her eyes set on him
I wish I was the chosen one

 

1. The names I bounced between were "a series of odes to the stars i plucked from the sky" and " To the fools who steal sorrows".

2. I actually didn't expect to get so many likes, even an average of 4-5 per poem was huge to me, I got two or less on any works I published before my return to the site in September.

3. "I am not a Mononoke." was a very prominent title idea. Meaning to...

As warmth kicks in,
Summer begins,
The break period,
For every school teacher and,
Student, some use it to rest,
For many relaxation is the best,
But the summer is a getaway,
Many hope to not let is slip away,
As this season is truly loved,
It will soon be over and you will be stunned.
 

in vienna people sway to spells of smoke filled bars and let the weight of the workday disappear in amber ales. 
  so, why don't we go? 
we can take our phones off the   hooks and disappear for awhile. it's okay to miss a day or two, you crazy child.
because you know what? 
      vienna waits for you.

My winter light is as sharp as a young lover’s fingernails. We are born from a terrible brightness, fresh and shaking, sun-swallowed and full of pastel breath.

Dear one, courageous face of God, tell me your little secrets, polish your fingernails until they shine.

Sometimes I wish things were different
Like the way things are gets really hard 
Seems like I cant stay in one place for too long
Like the world is against me having a stable home
Somehow I've always known that no matter what happens
I just have to make all these places my home 
And its hard to not have a stable home 
Because when things always change
My mind has a hard time
Holding together

I woke up one morning,
and while changing my clothes,
I happened to look down.
Red streaks marked my skin.

Fear clutched my heart as it tried to comprehend
why the blanket of tissue covering it
was different.

Panicked googling lead to confusing discoveries.
"Stretch marks"
Mind racing to understand
why I'd have them.
I thought those were for pregnant women
and those who lose weight quickly.

More research lead me to realize that
this is normal
for those who...

I wish I was the chosen one
the one with green eyes and a lightning scar
the one who plays the seeker
But I'm the boy who lost there toad
the one whos afraid of professor Snape
the one that plays with plants
My cheeks go red when her red hair swings by
but she's got her eyes set on him
I wish I was the chosen one

 

As warmth kicks in,
Summer begins,
The break period,
For every school teacher and,
Student, some use it to rest,
For many relaxation is the best,
But the summer is a getaway,
Many hope to not let is slip away,
As this season is truly loved,
It will soon be over and you will be stunned.
 

in vienna people sway to spells of smoke filled bars and let the weight of the workday disappear in amber ales. 
  so, why don't we go? 
we can take our phones off the   hooks and disappear for awhile. it's okay to miss a day or two, you crazy child.
because you know what? 
      vienna waits for you.

little lies perch on my conscience and feed on my good deeds, 

   if i give a stranger a little smile, my feet will cause me to flee 

oh little lies, how far you've grown into blackened beings of your own 

you've consumed my very aura, and destroyed your roots, right from 
 
the seeds in which you were sown.

you can't really be racist towards white people.

let me start off by saying that i'm half white, and am considerably white passing, so this..piece may seem a bit odd, but hear me out. 
white people weren't the ones in the holds of cargo ships that took native African people from their homes and brought them to the Americas, only to have them sold like commodities. 
white people weren't the ones being spat on and whipped, but rather the ones...

I knew I was next. I couldn't keep burying them, but what could I do? He treats us like slaves and always keeps us locked up, except for when it's our turn to bury. We started off as 14 and now we're down to 5. He enjoys watching us fight for leftovers. He laughs when we beg for a sip of water.
Every nightmare I have is filled with his wicked grin. He lives for blood and he loves to...