I wonder how the world would be if we lived with no mirrors And the only beauty or value I could see of myself was in somebody else’s eyes Would you make me hate me? Would your side looks toss aside my self-esteem? In that instance, my identity lies in your hands Would you holster… Read on
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VOX Teen Poetry: The Motions [VIDEO]
2021.
a year that felt like it was never ending, but here we are at the finish line.
you saw right through me.
taught me lessons that i refused to want to learn.
you ever sit in a room with lots of people and feel like the only one there?
pondering on your own thoughts hoping no one can tell.
scared of what people might think but unable to hide anymore.
trying to mask your emotions but them seeping through every crack.
the feeling.
the feeling of being lost, lost from betrayal of those who you once called loved ones.
letting go of those who were closest to you.
them taking you apart one by one.
taking every memory with them, that you thought would last forever.
but now you long for.
to watch the time past feeling powerless,
stuck in an endless cycle of nothingness.
trying to pick yourself up, but in the midst of doing so breaking yourself down every step of the way.
wishing time would stop, but time waits for no one.
having no one to turn to because the ones that understand you don’t.
trying to put a smile on your face everyday to please the masses, but when exhaust takes over your body it’s hard to wash it away.
like a hard pill to swallow, you hesitate before doing so.
then finally you do it.
you accept the fact that you have to push through and face what you have been running from.
then it works.
it takes the pain away, but only temporarily.
until it comes back, back again.
the motions.
going through the minutiae of life with no desire to continue, but you do.
because you realize at the end of every tunnel there’s light.
Gratitude a hard skill to master, yet a satisfying one to partake, The skill of gratitude allows people to know that our goal isn’t just to take The food at the table is a symbol that we cared, Care enough that your nourishment, will never be impaired As the cool autumn breeze blows away all… Read on
How was someone like you created? Did a diamond fall off the edge of a star and gently kiss the sun? Did the blazing diamond clash into one of Jupiter’s moons? Freeing particles to glide down the Milky Way? Did those particles decide to carefully form into the features of your face? What came first?… Read on
I’ve started a garden, A place to believe in, Something to water, Smells to breathe in. All my plants come from different corners of my world, Each with a story and a place they herald, One from my grandmother, one from my dorms, Each remind and bring with them, A memory reborn. And on this… Read on
She wonders what life is like without feeling caged, wall after wall, after wall. Where can she escape? She thinks of it as a maze. But the question is, which path does she take? To the right. What could there be? If she goes to find out she’ll be left feeling guilty. Her brain is… Read on