And all this in a children's fairy tale
Mirror mirror off the wall
glass heard crashing down the hall
Torn and tattered drapes
fallen on top of left behind capes
The sound of cries mixed in with rain
and the unseen but well known pain
Sole forgotten left behind shoe
the princess he never knew
Ran through his heart and out the door
now he's limp upon the floor
Broken heart and shattered dreams
she got what she wanted by any means
Rotten fruit
and men to boot
Alone in a house with seven guys
people just hushed the innocent whys
Sleeping around hoping not to catch bad luck
no wonder why early death she didn't duck
Deathly thorns
and loves stern horns
Everything beautiful bites the dust
lovely ends have no trust
That well known happily ever after
hiding all obvious disaster
glass heard crashing down the hall
Torn and tattered drapes
fallen on top of left behind capes
The sound of cries mixed in with rain
and the unseen but well known pain
Sole forgotten left behind shoe
the princess he never knew
Ran through his heart and out the door
now he's limp upon the floor
Broken heart and shattered dreams
she got what she wanted by any means
Rotten fruit
and men to boot
Alone in a house with seven guys
people just hushed the innocent whys
Sleeping around hoping not to catch bad luck
no wonder why early death she didn't duck
Deathly thorns
and loves stern horns
Everything beautiful bites the dust
lovely ends have no trust
That well known happily ever after
hiding all obvious disaster
The Happily Ever After
In reality it’s fruit that kills
And shoes that don’t fit
Frogs making deals and
A prince who’s a twit
And even the sun sets in
Paradise
And all those fairy tales
Are full of it
Romeo and Juliet were
Happily in-love when they
Were wed
They honored every vowel
But where are they now
There dead together in a dirt bed
Love is the type of thing
That you’ll read about
In a book on the nook
Sitting on the lap
Of the girl of your dreams
Thinking about how
Real it all seems
So just take my advice
Do something better with the rice
In actuality it’s girls living in a guy’s world
Knocked out to the truth until you wake
And running off to find what you thought you heard
Family that try to get you to brake
And even the silver in that lining
Fades
And all those happy endings never
Had a place to take
Falling in-love with a girl the size
Of your thumb is just dumb
And I always thought the name Cornelius
Was corny
He said he would never let her fall
He did, but then again this is Disney love y’all
Love is the type of thing
The birds sing about in
Human understood words
In the story line to
Every first kiss filled moment
Of the written in happenings
That could never blow it
And shoes that don’t fit
Frogs making deals and
A prince who’s a twit
And even the sun sets in
Paradise
And all those fairy tales
Are full of it
Romeo and Juliet were
Happily in-love when they
Were wed
They honored every vowel
But where are they now
There dead together in a dirt bed
Love is the type of thing
That you’ll read about
In a book on the nook
Sitting on the lap
Of the girl of your dreams
Thinking about how
Real it all seems
So just take my advice
Do something better with the rice
In actuality it’s girls living in a guy’s world
Knocked out to the truth until you wake
And running off to find what you thought you heard
Family that try to get you to brake
And even the silver in that lining
Fades
And all those happy endings never
Had a place to take
Falling in-love with a girl the size
Of your thumb is just dumb
And I always thought the name Cornelius
Was corny
He said he would never let her fall
He did, but then again this is Disney love y’all
Love is the type of thing
The birds sing about in
Human understood words
In the story line to
Every first kiss filled moment
Of the written in happenings
That could never blow it
Try Being Ugly
Having guys not look at you unless it’s to laugh
The guys that have been seen with you get treated like the punch line
To a really hurtful joke
You’re left to wonder if anyone will ever love you for you
Try being ugly, where your best friend is a two gallon ice-cream
That has helped you gain more than a few pounds
But you still don’t give it up
You’re scared that if you do then you’ll have nothing
Try being ugly, when you never have anything to smile about
And the people you’re forced to put up with remind you of that everyday
As if they actually know you and know what could ever make you smile
You’re just going along with what happens
Try being ugly, it’s that thing where people don’t look past surface
Just because people are too lazy to try and find out what’s covered
Even though what they idolize is covered by cosmetics
To hide what’s actually there
Try being ugly, when you spend only a second in the mirror
Because you don't want to see what you look like
Even though everyone tells you what they see
As if you asked their opinion
But who cares
Try being ugly, wondering is it hard being beautiful
It mustn't be all you have to do is wake up and look like you
You don't have the chore of having to do your hair when you wake up
Do you ever wanna come to school looking like crap
No body has expectations of you to look like everyone else
The guys that have been seen with you get treated like the punch line
To a really hurtful joke
You’re left to wonder if anyone will ever love you for you
Try being ugly, where your best friend is a two gallon ice-cream
That has helped you gain more than a few pounds
But you still don’t give it up
You’re scared that if you do then you’ll have nothing
Try being ugly, when you never have anything to smile about
And the people you’re forced to put up with remind you of that everyday
As if they actually know you and know what could ever make you smile
You’re just going along with what happens
Try being ugly, it’s that thing where people don’t look past surface
Just because people are too lazy to try and find out what’s covered
Even though what they idolize is covered by cosmetics
To hide what’s actually there
Try being ugly, when you spend only a second in the mirror
Because you don't want to see what you look like
Even though everyone tells you what they see
As if you asked their opinion
But who cares
Try being ugly, wondering is it hard being beautiful
It mustn't be all you have to do is wake up and look like you
You don't have the chore of having to do your hair when you wake up
Do you ever wanna come to school looking like crap
No body has expectations of you to look like everyone else
Try Being Beautiful
Having guys look at you as if you’re some prize
The guys that have been with you seem to have bragging rights
To some unseen fame
You’re left to wonder if anyone will ever love you for you
Try being beautiful, where your best friend is a two faced liar
That has helped you gain more than a few exes’
But you still don’t give her up
You’re scared that if you do then you’ll have nothing
Try being beautiful, when you never have anything by choice
And the people you’re forced to put up with are only around you because of status
As if they know you and who you really are
You’re just going along with what happens
Try being beautiful, it’s that thing where people assume you’re life is perfect
Just because people see what they think is perfection
Even though what amuses them is nothing but a cover up
To hide what’s actually there
Try being beautiful, when you spend 30-40 minutes in the mirror
Because your trying to look better than what everyone looks like
Even thought you come out looking like a different person
As if your not a person at all
Try being beautiful, wondering if its hard being ugly
It mustn't be all you have to do is wake up and be you
You don't have the chore of having to match the others
Do you ever wanna come to school looking like you an individual
No body has expectations of you to look like everyone else
The guys that have been with you seem to have bragging rights
To some unseen fame
You’re left to wonder if anyone will ever love you for you
Try being beautiful, where your best friend is a two faced liar
That has helped you gain more than a few exes’
But you still don’t give her up
You’re scared that if you do then you’ll have nothing
Try being beautiful, when you never have anything by choice
And the people you’re forced to put up with are only around you because of status
As if they know you and who you really are
You’re just going along with what happens
Try being beautiful, it’s that thing where people assume you’re life is perfect
Just because people see what they think is perfection
Even though what amuses them is nothing but a cover up
To hide what’s actually there
Try being beautiful, when you spend 30-40 minutes in the mirror
Because your trying to look better than what everyone looks like
Even thought you come out looking like a different person
As if your not a person at all
Try being beautiful, wondering if its hard being ugly
It mustn't be all you have to do is wake up and be you
You don't have the chore of having to match the others
Do you ever wanna come to school looking like you an individual
No body has expectations of you to look like everyone else
Breath Them In
You'll be okay.
So why cry? Look towards the sky.
Inhale a deep breath, count to ten.
Then sigh again.
You'll be okay.
So why be angry? at least you tried.
Took all that was dished,still so young.
Yet you held your tongue.
You'll be okay.
I always tell myself.
Motivation, or at least self preservation.
I'll be okay.
I say these worlds. Breath them in,
yet don't believe in them.
So why cry? Look towards the sky.
Inhale a deep breath, count to ten.
Then sigh again.
You'll be okay.
So why be angry? at least you tried.
Took all that was dished,still so young.
Yet you held your tongue.
You'll be okay.
I always tell myself.
Motivation, or at least self preservation.
I'll be okay.
I say these worlds. Breath them in,
yet don't believe in them.
If There Were Words
You know those things in your life that sit in the pit of your stomach and stay buried in the back of your mind? Those things you carry with you always and are afraid to share with others? That’s what this is.
Part by a survivor.
This is the thoughts of people who have sat down at a desk with pen and paper, had computer open in my lap, and drafted sentences from their head. Only in hopes that someone will understand.There is never an easy way to write about the hard stuff. But that's what we try to put in lyrical lines, even if it is tough."I understand". I’ve never liked saying that. Acknowledging it. Admitting it. In saying those two words is have to own the fact that what happened, actually happened. And to own the fact that you went through it and had all the emotions that i had. And to even imagine that possible is sad. You are going along and you are maintaining your ground, your dignity, your sanity, and then WHAM! It comes undone. You may be paying the person at WalMart, sitting in Torchy’s, walking, sitting, sleeping, and then WHAM! It comes undone. You lose ground, lose dignity, lose insanity and the pain is so deep the only sense of reality you have is found in drowning. I weep and I drown in the pain. I use to scream out for help in that dark place. Now. I just embrace the darkness.
Part by a survivor.
This is the thoughts of people who have sat down at a desk with pen and paper, had computer open in my lap, and drafted sentences from their head. Only in hopes that someone will understand.There is never an easy way to write about the hard stuff. But that's what we try to put in lyrical lines, even if it is tough."I understand". I’ve never liked saying that. Acknowledging it. Admitting it. In saying those two words is have to own the fact that what happened, actually happened. And to own the fact that you went through it and had all the emotions that i had. And to even imagine that possible is sad. You are going along and you are maintaining your ground, your dignity, your sanity, and then WHAM! It comes undone. You may be paying the person at WalMart, sitting in Torchy’s, walking, sitting, sleeping, and then WHAM! It comes undone. You lose ground, lose dignity, lose insanity and the pain is so deep the only sense of reality you have is found in drowning. I weep and I drown in the pain. I use to scream out for help in that dark place. Now. I just embrace the darkness.
I breathed
I wasn’t living. I was alive, breathing and making some sort of attempt at coping with it. But often it was not in the healthiest of ways. I didn’t know how to deal with who I was. I’ve always been independent and strong-willed (some would say hard-headed) but before my assault I was also pretty happy. I had struggled with anxiety and depression in high school and my first year of college but overall I felt like I was living in a good place. I had just finished another semester of college, was working a great job and spending my free time with family and friends. Then in one night I was no longer me. I became what someone else made me. I was made a victim because of a choice someone else decided to make. And coping with that wasn’t something I knew how to do.
So I did what I could. I woke up each day. I walked my dog. I read your poems. I breathed.
So I did what I could. I woke up each day. I walked my dog. I read your poems. I breathed.
I See
I should have been to glad, I see
Like a child in candy land they wanted me to be
I should have been too saved I see
Earth would have been too much for me
I should have been too innocent, I see
But Hell not as warm as we
I should have been too done, I see
My heart still breaks around the name of thee
Like a child in candy land they wanted me to be
I should have been too saved I see
Earth would have been too much for me
I should have been too innocent, I see
But Hell not as warm as we
I should have been too done, I see
My heart still breaks around the name of thee
The Storytellers
You came into this world with a voice—a voice to laugh, to cry, to scream, to sing, to tell the world what matters. You have a voice that deserves to be heard.
I am inviting you to listen to the very stories surrounding you. Daring you to embrace every heartfelt moment shared. And to look into the lives that go passing by you without a single interaction.
I am inviting you to truly live your own stories. Daring you to go outside the lines society drew for you. And to look at the fine print embedded in your life.
I am inviting you into our story. Daring you to witness what two small people can change in an entire world. And to look at the after math of life.
You are inviting them into your story. Daring them to accept you. And to look at the reflection of yourself in the world.
I am inviting you to listen to the very stories surrounding you. Daring you to embrace every heartfelt moment shared. And to look into the lives that go passing by you without a single interaction.
I am inviting you to truly live your own stories. Daring you to go outside the lines society drew for you. And to look at the fine print embedded in your life.
I am inviting you into our story. Daring you to witness what two small people can change in an entire world. And to look at the after math of life.
You are inviting them into your story. Daring them to accept you. And to look at the reflection of yourself in the world.
Boys Don't Cry
Boys don’t cry
We just suffer in silence
It takes pain and regret and your sweat
We’ve been waiting for so long
And as long as the outcome is income
I feel I won
Living in a shiny dream
Where over here all they wear is crowns
And take that crown to the grave
I’m an underground king
And I still try but I fell short
Because I wasn’t ready
Boys don’t cry
Only real men do
And sad to say this is true
So while I’d rather leave a room
Then choke out a tear
I’m just a stubborn kid
Living life as a decorated emergency
I just sit back and relax
Not wanting to grow up
We just suffer in silence
It takes pain and regret and your sweat
We’ve been waiting for so long
And as long as the outcome is income
I feel I won
Living in a shiny dream
Where over here all they wear is crowns
And take that crown to the grave
I’m an underground king
And I still try but I fell short
Because I wasn’t ready
Boys don’t cry
Only real men do
And sad to say this is true
So while I’d rather leave a room
Then choke out a tear
I’m just a stubborn kid
Living life as a decorated emergency
I just sit back and relax
Not wanting to grow up
And Ever After
If I was to die today, burry me as the virgin in which I am.
Pure, clean, and unaware of a blackest night.
If I was to die tomorrow, burry me as the sinner in which I was.
Living for the now, ever fun and with no consciousness.
And I will not rerun my today, with the burdens of tomorrow
Nor will I stay on my toes for something unseen.
Pure, clean, and unaware of a blackest night.
If I was to die tomorrow, burry me as the sinner in which I was.
Living for the now, ever fun and with no consciousness.
And I will not rerun my today, with the burdens of tomorrow
Nor will I stay on my toes for something unseen.
Paradise
Where tears fall heavy enough to break the wings of a butterfly
Where the only smile is from an idiot to ignorant to understand why
Where the anger you have pinned inside is too much to bear
Where ugly words and evil gestures are the only things we share
Where the worst politicians are made from the kind of hearts
Where the best people are ruined from their very starts
Where love can never be obtained because of no belief
Where the only emotion felt is a seldom one of grief
Where the sun is too disappointed to shine
Where you and I are truly unkind
Where the only smile is from an idiot to ignorant to understand why
Where the anger you have pinned inside is too much to bear
Where ugly words and evil gestures are the only things we share
Where the worst politicians are made from the kind of hearts
Where the best people are ruined from their very starts
Where love can never be obtained because of no belief
Where the only emotion felt is a seldom one of grief
Where the sun is too disappointed to shine
Where you and I are truly unkind
Things You Should Know About Me
Things you should know about me:
Always I show how I feel to be
I act on emotions, rather than thought,
And go against most of what I’m taught.
I turn my head towards the sun,
And don’t turn away until I feel done.
Things you should know about me:
Alone now, but my heart beats for we.
I’m in-love with the stature of being in-love
And in-love with a guy sweeter then candy, Dove.
I never eat chocolate, unless on a whim.
And if I cry at movie, it reminds me of him.
Always I show how I feel to be
I act on emotions, rather than thought,
And go against most of what I’m taught.
I turn my head towards the sun,
And don’t turn away until I feel done.
Things you should know about me:
Alone now, but my heart beats for we.
I’m in-love with the stature of being in-love
And in-love with a guy sweeter then candy, Dove.
I never eat chocolate, unless on a whim.
And if I cry at movie, it reminds me of him.
The Boiler Room Guide
If you find yourself in a boiler room, here is a list of things to delay your impending doom.
1. Remember everything on here I say to do, if you pay attention, a star will be made of you
2. Head up chest out and walk sexy and tall, watch your footing to make sure you don’t fall
3. If you have the nerve to play act a little coy, throw a shy smile to make them your toy
4. Once that door closes there is no such thing as personal space, take your time there is no need to race
5. Be calm and caring don’t lose your head, leave behind all worries and since of dread
6. Don’t go pass the personal line you make, who cares if your talk is bigger the your take
7. Luck is always number seven, do anything that comes to mind, make this moment your own heaven
8. So follow this step and your love will be great, show some skin so he’ll take the bait
9. A kiss and a nibble is all it would take, for step nine to come in and take the cake
10. We’ll oh my, he did say it was big, but showing nervousness would mean a quick end’s rig.
11. But just remember to tease and play, there’s two little friends to dangle away
12. Don’t lose control in anything you do, being on top of things is better, its true
13. Such an awkward number for an awkward task, in the glow of light you should always bask
And that is how, if you find yourself in a boiler room with another dangling friend,
you change a light bulb.
Make sure
you don’t fall down stairs,
show your not afraid of the dark
or
anything down there.
In part by ReShonda W.
1. Remember everything on here I say to do, if you pay attention, a star will be made of you
2. Head up chest out and walk sexy and tall, watch your footing to make sure you don’t fall
3. If you have the nerve to play act a little coy, throw a shy smile to make them your toy
4. Once that door closes there is no such thing as personal space, take your time there is no need to race
5. Be calm and caring don’t lose your head, leave behind all worries and since of dread
6. Don’t go pass the personal line you make, who cares if your talk is bigger the your take
7. Luck is always number seven, do anything that comes to mind, make this moment your own heaven
8. So follow this step and your love will be great, show some skin so he’ll take the bait
9. A kiss and a nibble is all it would take, for step nine to come in and take the cake
10. We’ll oh my, he did say it was big, but showing nervousness would mean a quick end’s rig.
11. But just remember to tease and play, there’s two little friends to dangle away
12. Don’t lose control in anything you do, being on top of things is better, its true
13. Such an awkward number for an awkward task, in the glow of light you should always bask
And that is how, if you find yourself in a boiler room with another dangling friend,
you change a light bulb.
Make sure
you don’t fall down stairs,
show your not afraid of the dark
or
anything down there.
In part by ReShonda W.
Me.
When you look at me
What is it that see?
Messy hair, wild untamed,
Or a mosaic of grown out ebony?
Me.
Do you see someone only
Worth quick loveless loving at tonight’s end?
Because you think that way
Is easier than trying to befriend.
Me.
If you were trying to get a sense of who I was.
Would you compare me to every stereo-type?
That Webster’s couldn’t even
Help me understand as I write.
Just because.
Me.
Is it my sexiness that offends you?
Because I honestly don’t care
If it comes as a surprise,
Best said by Ms. Angelou.
Me.
When will it occur?
That from history’s supposed path
I’ll always detour.
Because I refuse to be tied to His Stories.
Me.
Beautiful with the reasons of decades past.
What is it that see?
Messy hair, wild untamed,
Or a mosaic of grown out ebony?
Me.
Do you see someone only
Worth quick loveless loving at tonight’s end?
Because you think that way
Is easier than trying to befriend.
Me.
If you were trying to get a sense of who I was.
Would you compare me to every stereo-type?
That Webster’s couldn’t even
Help me understand as I write.
Just because.
Me.
Is it my sexiness that offends you?
Because I honestly don’t care
If it comes as a surprise,
Best said by Ms. Angelou.
Me.
When will it occur?
That from history’s supposed path
I’ll always detour.
Because I refuse to be tied to His Stories.
Me.
Beautiful with the reasons of decades past.
People
When the window pane knows no shame and cries just as much as I
When trees show compassion in such a fashion you need not ask why
And you realize it’s not the world that’s messed up, no
But the people in it
The people the cause flowers to grow unkind
And the sun’s kisses to unwind
The people filled with such hatred, anger, and envy
The people that go to war and don’t get a “thank”
Just so “you” can have gas in your tank
Or should I say the people that send them
“Humanities whim”
But I’m sure that their people all the same, right
When trees show compassion in such a fashion you need not ask why
And you realize it’s not the world that’s messed up, no
But the people in it
The people the cause flowers to grow unkind
And the sun’s kisses to unwind
The people filled with such hatred, anger, and envy
The people that go to war and don’t get a “thank”
Just so “you” can have gas in your tank
Or should I say the people that send them
“Humanities whim”
But I’m sure that their people all the same, right
Tenses of Life
Runaways and the soon to be completely forgotten
The faces you see but never notice
I bet they notice you
See every unspeakable act you committed
Half wits and the never ending sorrow Monet's
The tear marks that never wipe away
I wager you remember them
Saw them once on you own reflection
Strung outs and the unimaginable living
The habitats that change with the seasons
I reckon things could be different
Shown through the street and alley way
Black out moments and times you wish to take back
The faded gar and forgotten way
I assume you've never been there
Seeing the life you could easily be living
The faces you see but never notice
I bet they notice you
See every unspeakable act you committed
Half wits and the never ending sorrow Monet's
The tear marks that never wipe away
I wager you remember them
Saw them once on you own reflection
Strung outs and the unimaginable living
The habitats that change with the seasons
I reckon things could be different
Shown through the street and alley way
Black out moments and times you wish to take back
The faded gar and forgotten way
I assume you've never been there
Seeing the life you could easily be living
A Chance At Paradise
Let me have a chance
To set the record down and straight
Sitting across the table
From a woman who’d rather die than mate
Since we sat down
You’re eyes have been on everything but me
And I really don’t think that
There is much to see
Think back to how it was
Wondering how’d we got to this place
Every time you pack to leave
My heart picks up a quickened pace
But you always choose to stay
And I’m to afraid to ask your reason why
We’re where tears fall heavy enough to
Break the wings of a butterfly
Paradise, this place we’ve come to close to know
And I feel I should let my feelings show
To set the record down and straight
Sitting across the table
From a woman who’d rather die than mate
Since we sat down
You’re eyes have been on everything but me
And I really don’t think that
There is much to see
Think back to how it was
Wondering how’d we got to this place
Every time you pack to leave
My heart picks up a quickened pace
But you always choose to stay
And I’m to afraid to ask your reason why
We’re where tears fall heavy enough to
Break the wings of a butterfly
Paradise, this place we’ve come to close to know
And I feel I should let my feelings show
The Truth
Nothing you will read here
will be substantial enough to grasp
any idea of my true personality.
But then it’s not about personally anymore.
Is it?
It’s more about what you,
The person looking at a computer screen,
perceive me as.
Isn’t it.
Because how I truly feel and
how I individually think is of
no measure in the world of
virtual words.
So, here I am,
trying to persuade you to look at me.
Not as a female, a poet, or a random person.
Just me.
The me you see in trace views across a screen,
or even the one I give you intertwined
in brief story lines.
The me you see in support poetry
that is more for myself then others.
But others just feel they feel
the same way I do.
will be substantial enough to grasp
any idea of my true personality.
But then it’s not about personally anymore.
Is it?
It’s more about what you,
The person looking at a computer screen,
perceive me as.
Isn’t it.
Because how I truly feel and
how I individually think is of
no measure in the world of
virtual words.
So, here I am,
trying to persuade you to look at me.
Not as a female, a poet, or a random person.
Just me.
The me you see in trace views across a screen,
or even the one I give you intertwined
in brief story lines.
The me you see in support poetry
that is more for myself then others.
But others just feel they feel
the same way I do.