Jun
17
Filed Under (07. CONSONANCE, ALLITERATION & ASSONANCE, Crystal) by PoetrySpace on 17-06-2008

I took a step back and let things go

Confrontation was never my thing so i backed out slow

Arguing back and forth never gets know were

So i always took the high road

The older you get the wiser you become

Someone once told me

Being 16 sure aint easy especially when people talk greasy

You have to find time to maintain your mind

Focus on the bigger pictures and leave the hatters behind

When i walk i walk 9 feet high

Moving forward is the best thing you can do

 

 

May
12
Filed Under (07. CONSONANCE, ALLITERATION & ASSONANCE, Bianca, Uncategorized) by PoetrySpace on 12-05-2008
i walked into the corner store
suddenly my NOSE FROZE
his eyes made me SHY
his hair wasn’t fair
ANONYMOUS was the sweetest thing i ever saw.
the non-eye contact
instantly drove me off track.
a LITTLE boy yelled DADDY
then he got in his caddy
i ran in the corner store to CRY
BUT ALL I COULD DO WAS SIGH

When i really analyzed life

It became clear to me that life is a journey.

Life is not about anmosity, ignorancy, or neglegence.

Contrary to beliefs,

life is about diligency, unity, and equality.

You shouldn’t live life trying to rule the domainion,

instead you should be trying

to show companion.

Love relates to many aspects of life

but when it’s not unconditional

the inverse of the word

reveals the evils of life.

Some people hate their lives

because they love their souls.

What you reep is what you sow

So, consume good thoughts and hapiness will grow.

May
06
Filed Under (07. CONSONANCE, ALLITERATION & ASSONANCE, Matthew) by PoetrySpace on 06-05-2008
Laug, listen, learn
the wards that sticks and fits in our minds
heed the memory that remains distant beyond return
beyond happy hope
beyond fantasy
Let us reach out to the right of reality
seek for the truth of pospeity
now is the time to cris cross these endless bigitry
and revil the truth of society
Apr
29

Excruciating pain
Which drove me insane
Excited about giving birth
Yet each minute I’m screaming for the nurse
Finally Malachi’s here
His painful journey taught me to always be aware
Now the hard part is done
Next in line are years to come raising my son

Apr
03

Filed Under (06. IMAGERY, 07. CONSONANCE, ALLITERATION & ASSONANCE, Matthew) by PoetrySpace on 03-04-2008

This feeling

 

feeling o so refreshingly refind

 

  I’m thinking

 

thinking of a for blue moon

 

cold

 

touch the frozen skies of a icy mind

 

now I

 

sit back and wash these sorrows chit chat

 

on the

 

mirrors of this pitiful pool of sadness

 

these wards they go tick tock like a clock

 

spining

 

spining

 

turning the wheels of confusion

 

stiring

 

stiring

 

my mind into a brick wall

 

pause

 

this all comes to an end.